He took hold of her hand again; and then--Daisy hardly believed it while she was doing it,--but there she was, going down that bank in an upright position; not falling nor stumbling, though it is true she was not walking neither.

The Captain did not let her fall, and his strong hand seemed to take her like a feather over the stones and among the trees, giving her flying leaps and bounds down, the hill along with him.

How _he_ went and kept his feet remained always a marvel to Daisy; but down they went, and at the bottom they were in a trifle of time.
"Do you think he will come down there after us ?" said the Captain.
"I am sure he won't," said Daisy.
"So am I sure.

We are safe, Daisy.

Now I am your prisoner and you are my prisoner; and we will set each other at any work we please.