I forgot you did not know it, and if you were to stumble you might hurt your arm terribly.

How does it feel now ?" "It certainly hurts a bit," Vincent replied in a cheerful tone; "but now it is strapped tightly to me it cannot move much.

Please do not worry about me." "Ah!" she said, "I cannot forget how you got it--how you attacked twelve men to save me!" "Still less can I forget, Miss Kingston, how you, a young girl, confronted death rather than say a word that would place me in their power." "That was quite different, Mr.Wingfield.My own honor was pledged not to betray you, who had trusted me." "Well, we will cry quits for the present, Miss Kingston; or, rather, we will be content to remain for the present in each other's debt." A quarter of an hour's walking brought them to the river.
"Now," Lucy said, "we must make our way about ten yards through these bushes to the right." With some difficulty they passed through the thick screen of bushes, the girl still leading the way.
"Here it is," she said; "I have my hand upon it." Vincent was soon beside her, and the negress quickly joined them.
"There are no oars in the boat," Vincent said, feeling along the seat.
"Oh, I forgot! They are stowed away behind the bushes on the right; they were taken out, so that if the Yankees found the boat it would be of no use to them." Dan made his way through the bushes, and soon found the oars.

Then, uniting their strength, they pushed the boat through the high rushes that screened it from the river.
"It is afloat," Vincent said.

"Now, Dan, take your place in the bow." "I will row, Mr.Wingfield.I am a very good hand at it.