CHAPTER XX.
The courage, like the talent, of common men, runs in a narrow groove.
Take them but an inch out of that, and they are done.

Martin's courage was perfect as far as it went.

He had met and baffled many dangers in the course of his rude life, and these familiar dangers he could face with Spartan fortitude, almost with indifference; but he had never been hunted by a bloodhound, nor had he ever seen that brute's unerring instinct baffled by human cunning.

Here then a sense of the supernatural combined with novelty to ungenteel his heart.

After going a few steps, he leaned on his bow, and energy and hope oozed out of him.