" They followed the brook more than a mile with questing eyes, and Tayoga detected the point at which Willet had emerged, plunging anew into the forest.

The stubbly blond beard on his face did not conceal the deep tan painted there by weeks of exposure in the mountains; he had opened his shirt at the throat, exposing a neck darkened by sun and wind; his eyes were of a keen, searching blue-gray, and they quested the country ahead of him now with the joyous intentness of the hunter and the adventurer.

His eyes, sad as those of the animal, quested the dimness.

She ran questing fingers along her brief upper lip and round her pointed chin.

He crept a little farther forward, hoping for another view, and Tayoga noticed his eager, questing gaze.

Langdon, on the other hand, was interested in everything that might be living or moving about them; every mass of rock and thicket of thorn held possibilities for him, and his eyes were questing the higher ridges and the peaks as well as their immediate trail.

Gloria thought dreamily that she would like always to be riding thus, leaving summer behind and below, questing the joyous, full-sapped springtime.

For Benny believed in making sure of what they had, even while they quested better things.

Perhaps some beggar driven from his bed By gnawing hunger he can bear no more, Or questing traveller with confusèd tread, Straying, bewildered in the midnight hoar.

Two or three hundred yards up the mountainside the slope shelved downward into a hollow, or dip, and nosing about in this dip, questing the air as Thor had quested it, was the beautiful she-grizzly from over the range.

All these eager poets, novelists, and essayists, questing over so many different ways, are equally intent on discovering the truth of life.