'What, that horse?' answered Dick; 'wal, if the chief didn't get clear away, I reckon neither you nor me will want any hoss again.'
'No, I suppose not, Dick,' replied Snap grimly; 'I wonder if these chaps realise what a corner we are in,' he added, pointing over his shoulder to his sleeping comrades.
'Frank may,' said Dick; 'I'm not rightly certain whether the young 'un understands anything yet.'
'What do you mean, Dick? you don't mean that he has gone off his head, do you?' replied Snap a little vaguely.
'He wasn't sane when we pulled him up yesterday, but may be he'll be all right to-day,' was the answer, and at that moment the object of their solicitude woke and sat up.
'Is that you, Dick?' asked Towzer's voice feebly.
'Yes, my lad, that's me. Don't you try to get up yet, you've been a bit ill. Mustn't let him look over that edge yet at any price,' he whispered aside to Snap.
'Lie still, old fellow,' added Snap soothingly as he bent over him, 'how do you feel?'
'Oh, only a bit faint and as if I was sea-sick, Snap,' he replied, 'but I've had such a dreadful dream.'
Snap didn't ask him what it was, he guessed that the boy half remembered yesterday's experiences; but Towzer went on addressing Frank, who was now sitting up beside him.