“Not we. You were tired, and that’s made it seem so long. Come on: the way must be right.”
“No; let’s turn back. I’m tired, and don’t want to do it, but it’s the best way.”
“But it will take so long,” cried Vince.
“It’ll take longer if we’re going on walking we don’t know where,” said Mike ominously.
“Oh, come, I say, don’t go on like that,” cried Vince. “Fellows who are mates ought to try and cheer one another up, and you’re doing nothing but cheer one down.”
“I must speak the truth,” said Mike gloomily.
“Here! do leave off! Why, you’re as bad as that old raven out over the Scraw—all croak, croak, croak!”
“I don’t want to croak; I only want for us to find the way out. Let’s go back and make a fresh start.”
“I shan’t,” said Vince: “we’re right now, I’m sure, only we went wrong just now.”
“There! I knew it! How far was it back?”