"I know it, but I can't help it.

What a difference a whiff of grapeshot makes!" Robert steadied himself, made a mighty effort, and they went on.

The wind shifted now and the rain drove directly in his face.

It was cold to him, but it seemed to whip a little increase of vigor and strength into his blood, and he was able to go somewhat faster.

As he pulled along with his burden he looked curiously at the region through which he was traveling.