We had the clothes upon our backs, and my lord and I had kept our swords.

I had a knife, and Diccon too was probably armed.

The flint and steel and tinder box within my pouch made up our store.
The minister laid the woman whom he carried upon the pebbles, fell upon his knees, and lifted his rugged face to heaven.

I too knelt, and with my hand upon her heart said my own prayer in my own way.

My lord stood with unbent head, his eyes upon that still white face, but Diccon turned abruptly and strode off to a low ridge of sand, from the top of which one might survey the entire island.
In two minutes he was back again.