Orion hit a rabbit once; but though sore wounded it got to the bury, and, struggling in, the arrow caught the side of the hole and was drawn out. Indeed, a nail filed sharp is not of much avail as an arrowhead; you must have it barbed, and that was a little beyond our skill.

Mrs. Ambient's grief was frantic; she lost her head and said strange things.

The long rows of wheat-shocks marched like soldiers in worn yellow tabards.

Charlie forced himself to look back over his shoulder. At his elbow was a tall, black-haired, hawk-faced man with a terrifying glare directed over Charlie's head, straight at the little DeWaters kid.