Dick was much pleased with the governor.

He was evidently an outspoken old soldier and, though rough, his bearded face had an honest and kindly expression, and he thought to himself, "If my father fell into his hands, I don't think he would be treated with any unnecessary hardship, though no doubt the sultan's orders would be obeyed." When a soldier came in, to say that the horses were at the door, they went out.

An officer was standing beside them, and the governor presented him as his chief artillery officer.
"You have not brought your horse," he said.
"No, your Excellency.

The distance is not great, and we should need to dismount so many times, to get a view from the walls, that it would not be worthwhile to ride." "In that case, we may as well walk, also," Dick said.
"I would rather do so, too," the governor said.

"I proposed riding, because I thought you might be tired.