He saw that life was not extinct, and readily supposing the stupor the consequence of loss of blood rather than of vital injury, he paused a few moments as in seeming meditation, then turning from the master to his unreluctant steed, he threw himself upon his back, and was quickly out of sight.

He soon returned, bringing with him a wagon and team, such as all farmers possess in that region, and lifting the inanimate form into the rude vehicle with a tender caution that indicated a true humanity, walking slowly beside the horses, and carefully avoiding all such obstructions in the road, as by disordering the motion would have given pain to the sufferer, he carried him safely, and after the delay of a few hours, into the frontier, and then almost unknown, village of Chestatee.
It was well for the youth that he had fallen into such hands.

There were few persons in that part of the world like Mark Forrester.

A better heart, or more honorable spirit, lived not; and in spite of an erring and neglected education--of evil associations, and sometimes evil pursuits--he was still a worthy specimen of manhood.

We may as well here describe him, as he appears to us; for at this period the youth was still insensible--unconscious of his deliverance as he was of his deliverer.
Mark Forrester was a stout, strongly-built, yet active person, some six feet in height, square and broad-shouldered--exhibiting an outline, wanting, perhaps, in some of the more rounded graces of form, yet at the same time far from symmetrical deficiency.