He turned from the poor boy and looked round with a frown, as he observed that, although the natives crowded round him at once, neither Gascoyne, nor Thorwald, nor Captain Montague showed any symptom of an intention to accompany him.
"Nay, be not angry, lad," said Gascoyne, observing the frown; "your blood is young and hot, as it should be; but it behooves us to have a council of war before we set out on this expedition, which, believe me, will be no trifling one, if I know anything of savage ways and doings." "Mr.Gascoyne is right," said Montague, turning to the missionary, who stood regarding the party with anxious looks, quite unable to offer advice on such an occasion, and clasping the little shoe firmly in both hands; "it seems to me that those who know the customs of savage warfare should give their advice first.

You may depend on all the aid that it is in my power to give." "Ole Thorwald is our leader when we are compelled to fight in self-defense," said Mr.Mason; "would God that it were less frequently we were obliged to demand his services.

He knows what is best to be done." "I know what is best to do," said Thorwald, "when I have to lead men into action, or to show them how to fight.

But, to say truth, I don't plume myself on possessing more than an average share of the qualities of the terrier dog.

When niggers are to be hunted out of holes in the mountains like rabbits, I will do what in me lies to aid in the work; but I had rather be led than lead if you can find a better man." Thorwald said this with a rueful countenance, for he had hoped to have settled this war in a pitched battle; and there were few things the worthy man seemed to enjoy more than a stand-up fight on level ground.