Often I could hear the noise of falling streams, and once we splashed through a mountain ford.

Laputa was taking no risks, for he clearly had in mind the possibility of some accident which would set me free, and he had no desire to have me guiding Arcoll to his camp.
But as I stumbled and sprawled down these rocky tracks I was not thinking of Laputa's plans.

My whole soul was filled with regret for Colin, and rage against his murderer.

After my first mad rush I had not thought about my dog.

He was dead, but so would I be in an hour or two, and there was no cause to lament him.