Now, we've seen enough, and I think we'd better go back to the colonels, with our news." They rode through the woods again, and, for most of the distance, there was no sound from the marching troops.

The wonderful feeling of peace returned.

The sky was as blue and soft as velvet.

The great stars glittered and danced, and the wind among the rustling leaves was like the soft singing of a violin.

At one point they crossed a little brook which ran so swiftly down among the trees that it was a foam of water.