I'm beginning to think, you know, that we were over fearful perhaps, and that we need not have come hiding here at all." "We'll know better when we hear what's going on outside.

Your grandfather and George Hamon are not men to be over fearful, and they thought it well." "That is so," I said, feeling better at that.
"I wonder if it is day or night, and how long we've really been in here ?" "Long enough to be hungry, anyway," I said, heartily ready to eat.

And we fell to on Aunt Jeanne's ham and rabbit pie, Carette cutting up all I ate into small pieces with my knife, since we had forgotten to bring any other.
We drank up the milk out of the big-bellied tin can, and never was there sweeter milk or sweeter can, for Carette had first drink.

And then, lest it should get foul, we started off to find the fresh water to wash it out and bring back a supply.
There was no mistaking the hollow place where the fresh water was.

The light of the lantern fell on many a narrow rift in the walls of rock on either side, all sharp cracks and fissures, with rough-toothed edges, as though the solid granite had been split with mighty hammer-strokes.