He could readily imagine that the Indians were lurking in the brush, and that the bears and panthers were seeking shelter in their dens.

But his own feeling of safety and of mental and physical pleasure in the face of obstacles deepened.
"I've been just that way myself," said Sergeant Whitley, who was riding beside him and who could both see and read his face.

"On the plains when we were so well wrapped up that the icy winds whistling around us couldn't get at us then we felt all the better.

But it was best when we were inside the fort and the winter blizzard was howling." "A lot of us were talking a little while back about what they were going to do after the war.

What's your plan, sergeant, if you have any ?" "I do have a plan, Mr.Mason.