"Good," pointing to the woman.

"Me--no--forget." He lifted himself upon his elbow, and, pointing to the sun like a red eye glaring in upon them through a vista of woods and hills, said, "Look--He see--me no forget." There was something truly Hebraic in the exultant solemnity of his tone and gesture.
"By Jove! He won't either, I truly believe," said Allan.

"You've made a friend for life, Mandy.

Now, what's next?
We can't carry this chap.

It's three miles to their camp.