And in the camp, striking flint against steel, was Vern, about to light a fire!

He was standing by the brazier, striking flint and steel to light his little oil-lamp, when Agnes Picard appeared in the doorway, tall and chill, brows drawn together into a level, unbroken line.

He had not seen or heard her striking flint.

She got her fire kit out of her backpack and, using the crushed bark and twigs as tinder, and her firestone and a striking flint, she soon had a little fire started.

Firefly sparks streaked back up the carbine every time it hit, as though he was striking flint.

"She could have set fire to the stable striking flint and steel in the dark like that."

He would not light the lamp for the sound of steel striking flint would carry through the panel.

He made a small pile of the tinder, striking flint and steel over it till it caught.

Jamie's voice came softly, accompanied by the small scratching sounds of a striking flint.

The striking flint would also open the frizzen, exposing the flashpan to the spark.