For these reasons, all growing out of what I felt rather than what I reasoned, we continued our dangerous and apparently useless journey.
When a man feels himself led by an unseen hand, he should gladly follow.
There is an intuition that is better than reason.
* * * * * One bright morning in May we began our journey down the Rhine.

My fears had no place in Max's heart, and his self-confidence was to me a harbinger of good fortune.

A man may do anything that he knows he can do; failure never disappoints him who expects it.
We left Basel by the west gate and took the road for Strasburg, leading down the west bank of the Rhine.

That was not the most direct route to Peronne, but it was the safest because of the numerous river towns wherein we might lie safely by night.

The robber barons whom we had to fear along the river were at least not pilfering vagabonds, such as we should meet across country.