Now, Garay, telling me of that little adventure of his in the forest with the hunter, the Indian and you, wanted me to be very careful about your rations, to put you on a sparing diet, so to speak.
He thought it would be best not to let you have anything to eat for two or three days.

His idea rather appealed to me, too, but, on the other hand, I couldn't impair your value, and so I decided against him." "I'm not hungry," said Robert.
"No, but you will be.

You're young and strong, and that wound on your head where I had to hit you with the butt of my pistol doesn't amount to much." Robert put up his hands, felt of the back of his head, where the ache was, and found that the hair was matted together by congealed blood.

But he could tell that the hurt was not deep.
"I'll leave you now," said the slaver in the same satisfied tone, "and I hope you'll enjoy the voyage down the river.

There's a good wind blowing and we start in a half hour." He went out, taking the lantern with him, and bolted the door heavily behind him.