He was never deterred by circumstances, never turned back from any purpose upon the accomplishment of which he had set his mind.
His subordinates were afraid to tell him of failure.

She had heard it said that Bloodhound Hill could be a savage animal when roused.
There came a low sound at her door, the soft turning of the handle, Jack's voice whispered through the gloom.
"Are you asleep, little 'un ?" She started up on the bed.

"Oh, Jack, come in, dear! Come in!" He came to her, put his arms about her, and held her close.

"Fletcher's been telling me," he whispered into her ear.

"Adela's gone to bed.