His tall body was so fine, his shoulders so broad and splendid! How could it be! How could it be! As he tramped beside me he was thinking deeply, and he knew he need not talk to me.

That made me glad--that he should know me so well and feel me so near.

That was what he felt when he was with his mother, that she understood and that at times neither of them needed words.
Until we had reached the patch of gorse where we intended to end our walk we did not speak at all.

He was thinking of things which led him far.

I knew that, though I did not know what they were.