And a few died, and their graves are there by the cedars.

Yes; they had brave hearts," and Oscar lifted his hat as though he were saluting the lost legion.
They turned again to the road and went forward at a gallop, until, half a mile from the gate, they came upon a clearing and a low, red-roofed bungalow.
"Your house, sir," and Oscar swung himself down at the steps of a broad veranda.

He led the horses away to a barn beyond the house, while Armitage surveyed the landscape.

The bungalow stood on a rough knoll, and was so placed as to afford a splendid view of a wide region.

Armitage traversed the long veranda, studying the landscape, and delighting in the far-stretching pine-covered barricade of hills.