The names of our party were as follows: Henry Harris; John Harris, brother to Henry; Sandy Jenkins, of root memory; Charles Roberts, and Henry Bailey.

I was the youngest, but one, of the party.

I had, however, the advantage of them all, in experience, and in a knowledge of letters.

This gave me great influence over them.

Perhaps not one of them, left to himself, would have dreamed of escape as a possible thing.