We'll be wanting some brushwood for the fire; there's a heap in the hollow.

Who's going to bring it in?
It's the Judge's turn, isn't it?
Why, what's the matter with you all ?" The restraint and evident uneasiness of his companions had at last touched him.

He turned his frank young eyes upon them; they glanced helplessly at each other.

Yet his first concern was for them, his first instinct paternal and protecting.

He ran his eyes quickly over them; they were all there and apparently in their usual condition.