He had made of himself a hero in the eyes of pretty Rosamund, and he liked that experience well enough.
"Fear not for me, my good friend," he answered, in a tone that had caught a little of the lofty ring of Lord Claud's.
"A man cannot go through life without making enemies as well as friends.

But as for such creatures as we have just quitted, why, they are not worth a thought! I heed them no more than the wasp that buzzes round my head.

They are the scum and off scouring of the earth--all brag and boast, but ready to run at the first hint of danger!" Rosamund's eyes shot forth another look of admiration; but Cale said quietly: "Yet it is this very scum and off scouring of the earth who have before now kidnapped and shipped off to the plantations of Virginia honest men of stout heart and stalwart frame; for there is great demand for able-bodied men there, and good prices are paid for bone and muscle.

So again I say, have a care, Tom, have a care.

I would not have you entertain one coward fear, yet I would have you careful not to provoke needless animosity; for we live in perilous and evil days." The colour had faded from Rosamund's cheeks at these words, and she timidly laid a hand upon Tom's arm as he marched beside her.
"Fair sir, you will be careful," she said, in a soft and pleading voice.