He was only reasonable enough to suppose that this was the properest thing that the wounded man could do.

And so he told him; and adjusting carefully the pillows of the youth, and disposing the bedclothes comfortably, and promising to see him again before he slept, our woodman bade him good night, and descended to the great hall of the tavern, where Jared Bunce was held in durance.
The luckless pedler was, in truth, in a situation in which, for the first time in his life, he coveted nothing.

The peril was one, also, from which, thus far, his mother-wit, which seldom failed before, could suggest no means of evasion or escape.

His prospect was a dreary one; though with the wonderful capacity for endurance, and the surprising cheerfulness, common to the class to which he belonged, he beheld it without dismay though with many apprehensions.
Justice he did not expect, nor, indeed, as Forrester has already told us, did he desire it.

He asked for nothing less than justice.