“They’ll come after us now,” he said, “but I don’t care now father has got away.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind being taken a prisoner, Phil?” said the Doctor.
“Oh, yes, I should. It would be dreadful for you.”
“And for you, my boy.”
“Oh, I don’t think I should mind much, Dr Martin. It would be good fun too.”
“Good fun?”
“Yes,” said the boy, with a merry grin upon his frank young face. “We should have no books, and there’d be no lessons.”
“I could teach you without books, Phil,” said the Doctor, gravely.
“Yes, I forgot that,” said the boy. “Oh, what a lot you know!”
“Very little, my dear boy; but we cannot think about lessons now—we have to escape. We must not let the soldiers take us.”