A good fire blazed in the centre; around this half a dozen men were lying on a thick couch of straw.

Malcolm's guide repeated the history of the newcomer, and then passed through with him into a smaller apartment, where a man was attending to several sauce pans over a fire.
"Rollo," he said, "I bring you a substitute.

You have been always grumbling about being told off for the cooking, just because you happened to be the oldest of the band.

Here is a lad who will take your place, and tomorrow you can mount your horse and ride with the rest of us." "And be poisoned, I suppose, with bad food when I return," the man grumbled--"a nice lookout truly." "There's one thing, you old grumbler, it is quite certain he cannot do worse than you do.

My jaws ache now with trying to eat the food you gave us this morning.