"Since I read your letter I am more in love with you than ever," she had written.

"My father was pleased with it.

He thinks that all cause of complaint will be removed.

Until it is, I do not ask you to be a Tory, but only to be patient." Jack and Solomon were the whole day getting their horses across Van Deusen's ferry and headed eastward in the rough road.

Mr.Binkus wore his hanger--an old Damascus blade inherited from his father--and carried his long musket and an abundant store of ammunition; Jack wore his two pistols, in the use of which he had become most expert.
When the horses had "got the kinks worked out," as Solomon put it, and were a trifle tired, they browsed along quietly with the man and boy riding before and behind them.