He was so hungry, and so weary, and wished so hard to reach the safety of camp and freedom from the still present danger of being recaptured.
"I'll have plenty o' grit and a stout heart like a man," he presently declared.

"I don't mind bein' a bit hungry, and I'll never be givin' up! I'll never give up whatever! Pop says plenty o' grit'll pull a man out o' most any fix.

I'm in a bad fix now, and I'll have grit and won't be gettin' scared.

'Twill never do to be gettin' scared whatever." Jamie sat quietly upon the log, and presently found himself dozing.

He sprang to his feet, for sleeping under these conditions was dangerous.
He tried to walk about, but was so tired that he again returned to the log to rest.