He had lived for so many years upon the brink of death that this familiar gulf seemed to have no terrors for him.
"All come right somehow, my father," he said airily.

"Who can know what happen?
Perhaps Child of King drag us out of mud-hole, for after all she was very strong cow, or what you call it, heifer, and I think toss Joshua if he drive her into corner.

Or perhaps other thing occur." "What other thing, Roderick ?" I asked.
"Oh! don't know, can't say, but I think Fung thing.

Believe we not done with Fung yet, believe they not run far.

Believe they take thought for morrow and come back again.