Even the somber face of Black Rifle would light up when he came near.

Nor was the young Quaker, Wilton, far behind him.

He was a spontaneously happy youth, always bubbling with good nature, and he formed an able second for Lennox.
"Will," said Robert, "I believe it actually gives you joy to be here in this log fortress in the snow and wilderness.

You do not miss the great capital, Philadelphia, to which you have been used all your life." "No, I don't, Robert.

I like Fort Refuge, because I'm free from restraints.