The feeling that they were intruders, in a sense brigands, was forced upon them.

Dick was sure that the old man with the great bald head was swearing fiercely and incessantly under his breath.
The dining-room was a large and splendid apartment, and the silver still lay upon the great mahogany sideboard.

The little city, now the camp of an overwhelming army, had settled into silence, and the twilight was coming.
With the chill of unwelcome still upon them the officers said little.
As the twilight deepened Warner lighted several candles.

The silver glittered under the flame.

Colonel Winchester presently ordered the cook to take a plate of the most delicate food to Colonel Woodville.
As the cook withdrew on his mission he left open the door of the dining-room and they heard the sound of a voice, uplifted in a thunderous roar.