“Isn’t it a pity to go up without finding the way?” said Scarlett, hesitatingly.
“It does seem to be; but I’ve had enough of it. Let’s go up now.”
“Shall we? I know we shall want to come down again.”
“Yes,” said Fred, hesitating; “I suppose we shall. Do you feel to mind it so much now?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Let’s go on, then.”
“Shall we, Fred?”
“Yes; didn’t I say so?” cried Fred, crossly. “Go on; you’ve got the light.”
Without another word, Scarlett held the light above his head.
“It seems very rum though, Scar. That must be the way to the house.”