Chapter

 1 2 |        I am ready, Mr. Ward,” cried I, “and be sure that I shall
 2 3 |       other haunt.”~“Devils!” cried Mr. Smith. “Well, I hope
 3 3 |     the interior.”~“Forward,” cried Mr. Smith. “I shall not
 4 3 |      before sundown.~“Faith!” cried Mr. Smith, stopping for
 5 3 |       I.~“A thousand devils!” cried he, “we know no better than
 6 3 |  three o’clock, and Mr. Smith cried in disgust, “What is the
 7 5 |     Here is our poor Strock!” cried he, at my entrance. “Our
 8 7 |   them?”~“I would.”~“Good;” I cried, laughing, “I see you have
 9 10|          That is impossible!” cried I. “In what way would he
10 12| wholly defeated!~“Forward,” I cried. And we scrambled down the
11 17|     rose above the tempest, I cried as I hurled myself upon