This was true. Perhaps Quashy’s remark to Lawrence was equally true:—
“Dat dood it pritty slick, massa; but I’ve seed it as well dood, p’r’aps better, by kindness.”
There is this, at all events, to be said in regard to the rough system, that no man but an athlete could endure the fatigue of the process, while any man—or even woman—has physical strength sufficient to conquer by love, if only he, or she, possess the requisite patience and milk of human kindness.
Chapter Twenty Eight.
Treats of a Gaucho Youth.
From these Gauchos Colonel Marchbanks learned that his troops had been seen searching for him by the eldest son, Pizarro, and that handsome youth professed himself willing to guide the party to the place where the soldiers were likely to be found. Without delay, therefore, they resumed their journey after supper, and that night encamped on the open plain.
While the party was busy making arrangements for the night, Pedro sauntered to the top of a neighbouring knoll to have what he styled a look round.
It was a clear moonlight night, and Lawrence, recognising the figure of the guide, followed him.