This tree has been lying here for years, I can feel that it is quite rotten." Paolo set to work--took a handful or two of the crumbling wood, broke it up into dust, then struck a spark on to the tinder, touched it with a slow match and inserted this into the little pile of wood; a minute's blowing and the flames sprang up.

He drew out the slow match and putting his foot upon it placed it in his wallet, then he broke off some more wood and soon had a blazing fire.
"We have enough food left for supper, master, and if I spit some of this cold meat on the ramrod of one of my pistols and hold it over the fire it will be all the more tasty.

I wish we had those flasks of wine that you were speaking of.

It seems to me that after sleeping for some ten hours we shall find it hard to go off again for some time, even though neither of us got any sleep last night.

How furious the governor will be when he finds that you have escaped!" "He is a good fellow," Hector said, "and save that he will be annoyed--because he will be blamed for my escape--I do not think he will be sorry that I have got off.