A small group of persons stood near; some were indifferent, and others gazed curiously at the savages.

Two children peeped from behind their mother's skirts as if half-curious, half-frightened.
From this scene, the significance of which had just dawned on him, Joe turned his eyes again to his companion.

It was a sweet face he saw; one that was sedate, but had a promise of innumerable smiles.
The blue eyes could not long hide flashes of merriment.

The girl turned, and the two young people looked at each other.

Her eyes softened with a woman's gentleness as they rested upon him, for, broad of shoulder, and lithe and strong as a deer stalker, he was good to look at.
"Listen," she said.