Good-night, Madelon." "Good-night," said Madelon.

The color had come back to her cheeks, and she looked back at him proudly, standing beside her bread-bowl on the hearth.
Lot passed out, turning his delicate face over his shoulder with a subtle smile as he went.

Richard clapped the door to after him with a jar that shook the house, and shot the bolt viciously.

"I'll get my gun and follow him if you say so, and then I'll find Burr Gordon," he said, turning a furious face to his sister.
"Would you make me a laughing-stock to the whole town ?" said she.
"Rake down the fire; it's time to go to bed." She looked as proudly at her brother as she had done at Lot.

The resemblance between the two faces faded a little as they confronted each other.