So far we had seen nothing to give us pause, and the only risk lay in some Indian finding and following our trail.

We lay close in a scrubby wood, and rested for a little, while we ate some food.

Everything around us dripped with moisture, and I could have wrung pints from my coat and breeches.
"Oh for the Dry Tortugas!" Ringan sighed.

"What I would give for a hot sun and the kindly winds o' the sea! I thought I pined for the hills, Andrew, but I would not give a clean beach and a warm sou'-wester for all the mountains on earth." Then again: "Yon's a fine lass," he would say.
I did not reply, for I had no heart to speak of what I had left behind.
"Cheer up, young one," he cried.

"There was more lost at Flodden.