Good-night." We bowed and went back to find our horses in the gloom.

After some fumbling, for it was intensely dark after facing the light in the doorway of the bungalow, we got into the saddle and turned homeward through the trees.
"Thank you, Griggs," said Isaacs.

"May your feet never weary, and your shadow never be less." "Don't mention it, and thanks about the shadow.

Only it is never likely to be less than at the present moment.

How dark it is, to be sure!" I knew well enough what he was thanking me for.