James asked Peter. The Indian rubbed at his chin, as if considering. “Somewhat improved.” The coach hit a rock and the three of them jounced about. The road was growing worse. Nevertheless, Woory picked up the pace now that there was light to see by. “I’m glad to hear it,” James said, encouraged by the strength in the Indian’s voice. “I was worried that we’d arrive in Winton with a half-frozen corpse.” “A cheery thought,” Peter said. “But no, it would seem that the Lord has preserved my life for some purpose or other.” “That almost passes for idle chatter,” James said. “You must be feeling better. How about you?” he asked Prudence. “Do you need to stop to stretch your legs, relieve yourself?” “No, I’m all right for now.” “Good, I’d like to put some more distance between us and Boston.”
