Tom recalled how from those lofty crags the great eagle had swooped down and met his match before the hallowed little home of Orestes.
In a kind of reverie Tom's thoughts wandered to Orestes.

Orestes would be in bed by now.

Orestes had lived away up near where that turtle had come from.

And the thought of Llewellyn and Orestes turned Tom's thought to Hervey Willetts.

He had not seen much of Hervey the last day or two....
Tom fixed his gaze upon that old monarch where again the first crimson rays of dying sunlight glinted the pinnacles of the somber pines near its summit.