It was glorious fun, and he handled his machine as a good rider coaxes a nervous horse over a stiff hurdle.

He had that extra something in his blood that makes the great pilot.
Presently the chessboard of green and brown had changed to a deep purple with faint silvery lines like veins in a rock.

We were crossing the Border hills, the place where I had legged it for weary days when I was mixed up in the Black Stone business.

What a marvellous element was this air, which took one far above the fatigues of humanity! Archie had done well to change.

Peter had been the wise man.