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"Ha, with good store of powder and shot, comrade?"

"Yes, Martin"

"How many weeks have I lain sick, comrade?"

"Nay, 'twas only four days"

At this I fell to ht be endured in so little time

"And you--tended me, Damaris?"

"Why, to be sure, Martin"

"And so saved my life"

"So I pray may it be a life lived to noble purpose, Martin"

And now I sat awhile very thoughtful and watched her shape the dough into little cakes and set them to bake

"I must contrive you an oven and this at once!" says I

"When you are strong again, Martin"