Hollow-chested as he was, he had a yell in him which was quite surprising.

From the time that he sighted the three horsemen he kept up a steady screech until he was safe under their noses.

Then he fell flat and gasped for nearly a minute without speaking.

His first words were, "That's pooty good sailin' for a man who ain't used to't." "Did you run all the way from Down East ?" asked Thurstane.
"All the way from that bewt there--the one that looks most like a haystack." "Well, who the devil are you ?" "I'm Phineas Glover--Capm Phineas Glover--from Fair Haven, Connecticut.
I'm goin' to Californy after gold.

Got lost out of the caravan among the mountings.