This, his manner said plainly, was first and foremost his affair, and from now on he would take charge of the situation.

At his heels went Hawkins, and Swan sent an oblique glance of satisfaction toward Lone, who answered it with his half-smile.

Swan himself could not have planned the approach more to his liking.
The smell of bacon cooking watered their mouths and made Warfield and Hawkins look at one another inquiringly.

Crazy young women would hardly be expected to carry a camping outfit.

But Swan and Lone were treading close on their heels, and their own curiosity pulled them forward.