But dream not, my lad, that we are unobserved; doubtless fifty pair of skulking eyes are even now upon us, marking every move.

I venture we travel no more than a hundred yards from the gate before our way is barred.

Note how peaceful the stockade appears! But for the closed gates, one would never dream it the centre of hostile attack.

Upon my word, even love-making has not deserted its log-walls!" I lifted my eyes where he pointed, and even at that distance, and through the gathering gloom, I knew it was De Croix and Mademoiselle who overhung those eastern palisades in proximity so close.

The sight was as fire to my blood, and with teeth clinched to keep back the mad utterance of a curse, I strode beside Captain Heald silently down the declivity to the deserted plain below.
It is my nature to be somewhat chary of speech, and to feel deeply and long; but if I doubted it before, I knew now, in, this moment of keen and bitter disappointment, that my heart was with that careless girl up yonder, who had sent me forth into grave peril apparently without thought, and who cared so little even now that she never lifted her eyes from the sparkling water to trace our onward progress.