A moment later the engine roared into life. Exhaust blatted through the straight-pipes; people stopped on the street to look.

I came down like a wolf on the fold, didn’t I ? Why didn’t I telephone ? Strategy, my dear boy, strategy. This is a surprise attack, and I’d no wish that the garrison, forewarned, should escape. …

A cow would find no joy in scampering up craggy hills to nibble nothing more than an agarita bush.

Her snow machine was nosefirst in the snowbank on the right-hand side of the creek.