But I told them we could not all go.

They must remain with their mother, with Flora for a protector.

Fritz and I would take Turk; with him and a loaded gun I thought we should inspire respect.

I then ordered Fritz to tie up Flora, and get the guns ready.
Fritz blushed, and tried in vain to straighten his crooked gun.

I let him go on for some time, and then allowed him to take another; for I saw he was penitent.