At times the horses went forward at a gallop, but more often they walked; when they galloped the man with his arm in the sling complained.

Whenever the horses dropped into a walk, the leader talked to one of the prisoners.
"You fight like the very devil, my friend," he said; "but we were too many by six.

Mind, I think none the less of you for your attempt; freedom is always worth fighting for.

As I said before, no harm is meant to you, physically; as to the moral side, that doesn't concern me.

You have disabled four of my men, and have scarcely a dozen scratches to show for it.