Then, extremely sticky and uncomfortable, he went back to his seat and his book, his wrathful eyes taking careful note meanwhile of Louie's whereabouts.

And thenceforward he read, as it were, on guard, looking up every other minute.
Louie established herself some way up the further slope, in a steep stony nook, under two black boulders, which protected her rear in case of reprisals from David.

Time passed away.

David, on the other side of the brook, revelling in the joys of battle, and all the more alive to them perhaps because of the watch kept on Louie by one section of his brain, was conscious of no length in the minutes.

But Louie's mood gradually became one of extreme flatness.
All her resources were for the moment at an end.