They must not offend a man who had so obligingly offered his services.
During this time Dick Sand was reflecting on the proposition which had been made to them so opportunely, to gain the Farm of San Felice.

It was, as Harris had said, a journey of over two hundred miles, sometimes through forests, sometimes through plains--a very fatiguing journey, certainly, because there were absolutely no means of transport.
The young novice then presented some observations to that effect, and waited for the reply the American was going to make.
"The journey is a little long, indeed," replied Harris, "but I have there, a few hundred feet behind the steep bank, a horse which I count on offering to Mrs.Weldon and her son.

For us, there is nothing difficult, nor even very fatiguing in making the journey on foot.
Besides, when I spoke of two hundred miles, it was by following, as I have already done, the course of this river.

But if we go through the forest, our distance will be shortened by at least eighty miles.

Now, at the rate of ten miles a day, it seems to me that we shall arrive at the Farm without too much distress." Mrs.Weldon thanked the American.
"You cannot thank me better than by accepting," replied Harris.