He knew that those gentlemen would have other matters on hand than that of revenging themselves upon him for his frustration of their captain's design.

He was content to rest yet awhile beneath the hospitable roof of the Figeons, so long as he knew that his presence there might be something of a protection and gain to its inmates; but he had no intention of being a prisoner.

His young blood stirred within him, and he longed to be out in the free air of heaven again.

His strength had all come back, and even the broken arm was mending so fast that he felt it would not be long before he should gain its full use again.

The love of adventure, strong within him, made him fearless even of a second encounter with the robbers.