A braver man than Kit perhaps never lived.

In fact, I doubt if he ever knew what fear was.

But with all this he exercised great caution.

While arranging his bed, his saddle, which he always used as a pillow, was disposed in such a manner as to form a barricade for his head.

His pistols half cocked were placed above it, and his trusty rifle reposed beneath the blanket by his side, where it was not only ready for instant use but perfectly protected from the damp.