He asked me for my knife, and when I gave it to him he dug the thorns out of his foot with its sharp point.

I consider him the gamest man I ever met.
I could not suffer a man with such a foot to walk, so I dismounted, and he rode my horse back to camp, while Green and I rode the other horse by turns.

We kept a close watch on our prisoner.

We had had plenty of proof that he needed it.

His injured foot must have pained him fearfully, but never a word of complaint escaped him.
After breakfasting we resumed our journey.