"I thought that maybe it would be a surprise to you if you knew who was driving you," said he.

"When I was thrown from my horse I lay quiet, partly because I wanted to get a grip of my breath, and partly because it seemed to me to be more healthy to lie than to stand with all those swords clinking in my ears.

Then they all got round you, and I rolled into the ditch, crept along it, got on the cross-road in the shadow of the trees, and was beside the carriage before ever they knew that I was gone.

I saw in a flash that there was only one way by which I could be of use to you.

The coachman was leaning round with his head turned to see what was going on behind him.
I out with my knife, sprang up on the front wheel, and stopped his tongue forever." "What! without a sound!" "I have not lived among the Indians for nothing." "And then ?" "I pulled him down into the ditch, and I got into his coat and his hat.
I did not scalp him." "Scalp him?
Great heavens! Such things are only done among savages." "Ah! I thought that maybe it was not the custom of the country.