"I saw the white ribbon in your hair. You looked out just at the wrong moment."
"It's my turn to seek now."
"I'm going up to Highfield."
"I don't believe she's coming."
"I'll go and find out anyhow."
"Shall I come?"
"No, you stop at home."
"I won't spoil sport. If you see her, I'll cut off full lick."
"Listen! that was grandfather whistling."
Nellie stood upon the trackway shivering. Behind her old Mr. Brock closed the pass; in front Sidney was approaching; on the right side spread the bogs; on the left a jagged wilderness of boulders. From a strategical point of view she was done for. And she had come there to spy! She could only halt in vexation squeezed against a rock until captured, or advance with what little dignity remained to make an unconditional surrender.