"It's less here under the trees."
"Trees? We're under—oh yes, I see."
"Ben—thou didst not know it?"
"I was keeping my eyes on the ground, to find those sled-marks."
"Oh ... I was thinking and planning all evening. They put me in an attic room, next the Lloyds, I was forced to wait till they went a-futtering and then a-snoring.... Ben, if it's a hundred miles to Roxbury—we can do ten miles, maybe fifteen, in a day. You've got your knife, and I stole one from the kitchen—better than nothing. We can find something. The food will last a few days anyway."
"We'll get to Roxbury."
"Wish to rest a while?"
"I think I'd best not, Ru, unless—art thou tired?"
"I'll never tire. And then the Spice Islands?"