We felt like small boys, very small boys, caught doing mischief in some gracious lady's house.

But Terry showed no such consciousness.

I saw his quick eyes darting here and there, estimating numbers, measuring distances, judging chances of escape.

He examined the close ranks about us, reaching back far on every side, and murmured softly to me, "Every one of 'em over forty as I'm a sinner." Yet they were not old women.

Each was in the full bloom of rosy health, erect, serene, standing sure-footed and light as any pugilist.