Always I kept telling myself that I must be brave, for Ringan had praised my courage, and I had a conviction that nothing that man could do would shake me.
Thanks be to God, my quick fancy was dulled, and I did not try to look into the future.

I lived for the moment, and I was resolved that the moment should find me unmoved.
They carried me to where their horses were tied up in a glade, and presently we were galloping towards the hills, myself an inert bundle strapped across an Indian saddle.

The pain of the motion was great, but I had a kind of grim comfort in bearing it.

After a time I think my senses left me, and I slipped into a stupor, from which I woke with a fiery ache at every joint and eyes distended with a blinding heat.

Some one tossed me on the ground, where I lay with my cheek in a cool, wet patch of earth.