Gradually my ankle regained strength, and Samson now made me get up and walk about to try it.  Unwilling longer to detain him, I at last declared that it was quite well, making light of the pain I still felt when I walked, and begged to accompany him the next time he went out. He consented.  "But you must not go without a weapon; and you can use it well, I know," he observed, as he drew a rifle from under his bunk.  He produced also a powder-horn, which I slung over my shoulder, and a bag of bullets.  The great drawback to our place of concealment was, that although well hidden from the sight of those in the plain, we had to go some distance before we could obtain a view of the surrounding country.