And away went Martin Newcombe after him.

But as the younger man was barefooted, the other one could not keep up with him, and the canoe was pushed off before he reached the water's edge.
"Stop, you young rascal!" cried Newcombe.

"Where is Kate Bonnet?
Stop! and tell me where she is!" Troubled as he was at the tale he was going to tell, Dickory laughed aloud, and he paddled down the river as few in that region had ever paddled before.
Madam Bonnet went into her house, and if she had met a maid-servant, it might have been bad for that poor woman.

She was not troubled about Kate.

She knew the young man to be Dickory Charter, and she was quite sure that her step-daughter was in his mother's cottage.