"It cannot do any harm, and it may help." "Yes, it is wiser," said Paul.
"So long, boys," said Henry.

"I'll be back pretty soon." He stepped out, calmly ignoring the existence of Braxton Wyatt, and placed himself in the center of the little group of soldiers.

His manner indicated clearly that he would make no attempt to escape, and, armed though the four soldiers were, and unarmed though their captive was, they breathed four simultaneous sighs of relief.

Henry Ware, boy though he was, with his great height and powerful shoulders, chest, and limbs, was a truly formidable figure.
Braxton Wyatt turned the key noisily in the huge padlock that held the door.
"There," he said, "I think we've got that cattle securely fastened in the pen!" Henry knew that the insulting words were intended for his ear, but he gave no sign of hearing them.

He stood expressionless, awaiting the word to the soldiers to march.