He tottered as he spoke, but wrenched himself free from Dave.
"Come, George, listen, listen to reason," interposed Heckewelder, laying hold of Young.

"You are frantic with grief now.

So are all of us.

But calm yourself.

Why, man, you're a preacher, not a hunter.
You'd be lost, you'd starve in the woods before getting half way to the Indian town.