It was curious that the tense exertion had not brought on the pain, but his back and shoulders were sore when he went to Festing's shack in the evening.

The small, earth-floored room was dry and warm, and smelt pleasantly of resinous wood.

They did not light the lamp, for although it was dark the red glow of the fire flickered about the walls.

Charnock felt a comforting sensation of bodily ease as he lounged in his chair, and when he had smoked a pipe told Festing about his encounter with Wilkinson.
"I imagine the brute isn't hurt much, but don't know if I'm glad or not," he said.

"He looked remarkably funny as he slid down the bank, with his arms and legs spread out like a frog.