I know a man, a soldierly fellow full of fight, who knows the natives and the country.

I will undertake to lead you there, but you will have to take great care of me.

You will have to have me carried most of the way.

I am weak, devilish weak, and I am afraid of dying; but I know the way there, and no other man can say as much! It is in my head here; it is not written down.

It is only in my head, and no one can get it out of there." "No," said Meredith, in his quiet, refined voice, "no, no one can get it out.