He glanced at them and saw that they were burning brightly with clear, broad flames, and nodded his head.

One was hoisted up to the gaff of the flagstaff, and the other was placed on the wide veranda.

They were the leading lights to the Berande anchorage, and every night in the year they were so inspected and hung out.
He rolled back on his couch with a sigh of relief.

The day's work was done.

A rifle lay on the couch beside him.