We must have ridden a good eighty miles that night, and it was as bad as a hundred by daylight.
Father came a step towards us as we jumped off.

By George, I was that stiff with the long ride and the cold that I nearly fell down.

He'd got a bit of a fire, so we lit our pipes and had a comfortable smoke.
'Well, Dick, you're back agin, I see,' he says, pretty pleasant for him.
'Glad to see you, Captain, once more.

It's been lonesome work--nobody but me and Jim and Warrigal, that's like a bear with a sore head half his time.

I'd a mind to roll into him once or twice, and I should too only for his being your property like.' 'Thank you, Ben, I'll knock his head off myself as soon as we get settled a bit.