I longed in my heart to know most sadly what they would do with the little thing, and whether they would eat it.
It touched me so to see that child, a prey among those vultures, that in my foolish rage and burning I stood up and shouted to them leaping on a rock, and raving out of all possession.

Two of them turned round, and one set his carbine at me, but the other said it was but a pixie, and bade him keep his powder.

Little they knew, and less thought I, that the pixie then before them would dance their castle down one day.
John Fry, who in the spring of fright had brought himself down from Smiler's side, as if he were dipped in oil, now came up to me, all risk being over, cross, and stiff, and aching sorely from his wet couch of heather.
'Small thanks to thee, Jan, as my new waife bain't a widder.

And who be you to zupport of her, and her son, if she have one?
Zarve thee right if I was to chuck thee down into the Doone-track.

Zim thee'll come to un, zooner or later, if this be the zample of thee.' And that was all he had to say, instead of thanking God! For if ever born man was in a fright, and ready to thank God for anything, the name of that man was John Fry not more than five minutes agone.
However, I answered nothing at all, except to be ashamed of myself; and soon we found Peggy and Smiler in company, well embarked on the homeward road, and victualling where the grass was good.