I knew she wouldn't, though.
A scrambling behind us made me turn, and there was Perry Potter climbing up to us, his eyes sharper than ever, and his face so absolutely devoid of expression that it told me a good deal.

I'll lay all I own he was a good bit astonished at what he saw! As for me, I could have kicked him back to the bottom of the hill--and I probably looked it.
"There was something I forgot to put in that note," he said evenly, just touching the brim of his hat in acknowledgment of the girl's presence.

"I wrote another one.

I'd like Ballard to get it as soon as you can make camp--conveniently." His eyes looked through me almost as if I weren't there.
My desire to kick him grew almost into mania.

I took the note, saw at a glance that it was addressed to me, and said: "All right," in a tone quite different from the one I had been using to tease Miss King.
He gave me another sharp look, and went back the way he had come, leaving me standing there glaring after him.