Keep your head." "But--" "But nothing.

Does the man want food, or medicine, or what?
Wait a moment.

We will try it together." "Count me in," St.Vincent volunteered promptly, and Frona's eyes sparkled.
While she made up a bundle of food in the tent, the men provided and rigged themselves with sixty or seventy feet of light rope.

Jacob Welse and St.Vincent made themselves fast to it at either end, and the baron in the middle.

He claimed the food as his portion, and strapped it to his broad shoulders.