Come, start off, and let me get to the camp, or they will be plundering that next." I started him off and ran back to the camp.

Everything was safe as yet, and the ground round being clear, and having a double-barrel gun and two pistols, I was not so very much frightened.

It is no use to say I was perfectly comfortable, because I wasn't.

A Frenchman writing this, would represent himself as smoking a cigar, and singing with the greatest nonchalance.

I did neither.