She noticed they called him Sam.
"Next thing is to git her across the river without leavin' any tracks.
We ain't on a travelled road now, pals; we got to be careful.

I'll carry her down to the bank; but be sure to step squarely in my footprints--it'll look like they were made by one man.

See ?" "The river's froze over an' we can't be tracked on the ice.

It's too dark, too, for any one to see us.

Go ahead, Sammy; it's d---- cold here." The big man lifted her from the ground as if she were a feather, and she was conscious of being borne swiftly through a stretch of sloping woodland down to the river bank, a journey of two or three hundred yards, it seemed.