"It was true about him then?"
"He is out."
"And now it is quite dark!"
"It doesn't signify; we'll take a lantern; I've got my gun, and Ian has his dirk!"
"Where are you going then?" asked Mercy, still confused.
"Home, of course."
"Oh, yes, of course! I will get up in a minute."
"There is plenty of time," said Ian. "You must eat something before you get up. We, have nothing but oat-cakes, I am sorry to say!"
"I think you promised me some tea!" said Mercy. "I don't feel hungry."
"You shall have the tea. When did you eat last?"