It seems to me that if I walk all I can tonight, and keep at it the most of tomorrow, I ought to be somewhere near the place where we came in among these mountains.

Then a day or two's tramping over the back trail will take me pretty nearly to New Boston--that is, if nobody gobbles me up.

I've got a rough road before me, but God has guided me thus far, and I'll trust him clean through.

I've had some wonderful escapes to tell about--" He was too wide awake and too much on the alert to forget precisely where he was, or to fail to take in whatever should occur of an alarming nature.

That which now startled him and suddenly cut short his musings was the sound of a horse's hoofs, close behind him.
Fred had been duped by his own fears and imaginings so many times that he could not be served so again, and, as he was not apprehending anything of the kind at that moment, there was no possibility of escape from the reality of the sound.