"Do you think they will come back?" she said, directly.
"Oh, yes," I replied, "there's no manner of doubt of that."
"They'll be dreadfully cross," she said.
"I shouldn't wonder," I replied. "But it makes very little difference to me whether they are or not."
"It ought to make a difference to you," said Euphemia. "They might injure us very much."
"If they tried anything of the kind," I replied, "they'd find it worse for them than for us."
"That is boasting," said Euphemia, a little reproachfully, "and it does not sound like you."
I made no answer to this, and then she asked:—
"What do you think they will do when they come?"
"I think they will put a plank out here and pull us out."