How are you ?' To which he answered, 'I thought a quarter of an hour ago I could not keep up to the end, but now I feel better.' This from a young man just one-and-twenty! He is delicate, to be sure, but still you may imagine that the day's work was not commonly fatiguing.

The guides had to lead the horses and donkeys.

It was like going up and down a wall, without the smoothness.

No road except in the beds of torrents.

Robert pretended to be not tired, but, of course (as sensible people say of the turning tables), nobody believed a word of it.