Willet sat on a log higher up, his rifle across his knees and gazed humorously at them.
"You two lads look pretty snug down there," he said, "and after all you're only lads.

Tayoga may have a head plumb full of the wisdom of the wilderness, and Robert may have a head stuffed with different kinds of knowledge, but you're young, mighty young, anyhow.

An' now, as I'm watching over you, I'll give a prize to the one that goes to sleep first." In three minutes deep regular breathing showed that both had gone to the land of slumber, and Willet could not decide which had led the way.

The darkness increased so much that their figures looked dim in the hollow, but he glanced at them occasionally.

The big man had many friends, but young Lennox and Tayoga were almost like sons to him, and he was glad to be with them now.