A wild, untameable savage, subject to no laws, a heathen, a butcher, a scoffer at things holy, an idler, a highwayman, a traitor, a rebel, an Irish Papist wolf-hound! Do I know my own pupil?
And--oh my God!--is it he who has the coat?
Oh, we are doubly lost! Knaves, fools, all conspire to ruin us!" I let him run on, for he was like one demented.

But you may suppose I opened my eyes as I heard this brave character of my new friend.
"Your pupil, is he ?" said I at last; "then I counsel you to stay where you are; for he will assuredly eat you alive if he gets you." The Welshman paid no head to this warning, but rushed on, jabbering in Welsh to himself, and groaning, ay, and even sobbing now and then in his excitement.
At last, after an hour's hard work, we came to where I had found the road that morning.

Then, for another hour, I dragged him through the swamps and marshes.

His strength had begun to fail him long ere we reached the river's bank; and he was fain, when at last we felt solid earth under our feet, to cry a halt.
"I must rest for one moment," said he, puffing and panting and clutching at his side in a way that made me sorry for him.

Then he fell on his knees and prayed in his own tongue, and before he was done, sunk half- fainting on a tree-trunk.
"Master Penry," said I, helping him from the ground, "you are not fit to go on.