“I reckon that, perhaps, it mought be possible I do, seeing as how I’ve been around these times.”
“Are they slain, or captives?”
“Neyther.”
“Is it possible they have escaped?”
“Jest so, I helped ’em off myself.”
“Thank heaven! Where are they?”
“Down the river at one of the settlements.”
“How far distant is it?”
“A dozen miles, p’raps, though it mought be more, and then agin it mightn’t.”