"We shall find it rougher work now." "We shall, yer honour.
"I was thinking to myself," he said, confidentially, "that if you might be wanting to send a bit of a letter, it's meself could easily make a boat, with some osiers and the skin of that bullock we had given us for the rations of the troops today." "Send a letter, Larry! Who should I be sending a letter to ?" "Sure yer honour knows better than me.

I thought maybe you would be liking to let the young lady know how we're getting on now, and to find out whether her father has come home, and how things are going.

Yer honour will excuse me, but it just seemed natural that you should be wishing to send a line; and a sweeter young lady never trod the sod." Walter could not help laughing at the gleam of quiet humour in Larry's face.
"I don't know, lad.

You have pretty well guessed my thoughts; but it can't be.

The opposite bank will be swarming with William's men--it would be a most dangerous business.