“No, no, I say, play fair; that’s what I felt,” said Mark.
“You felt? You couldn’t, because that’s what I felt.”
“Well, I could, for I did feel it exactly. I say, though; where are Bob and Pretty Dance?”
“Pretty Dance,” said Dean dreamily. “Yes, we have been in a pretty dance, and no mistake. I don’t know where they are. Wandering about somewhere having a look at what shipping there is, for there isn’t much to see in the town.”
“I say, I hope those two fellows are keeping an eye on the cases. It would be a nice job if someone opened our luggage and got at the guns.”
“Oh, the landlord said that would be all right. Phew! It is hot! Here, let’s go and talk to the doctor.”
“No, don’t disturb him; he’s lying down and having a nap. Let’s go and talk to uncle.”
“He’s gone to lie down and have a nap too.”
“Bother! I thought as soon as we got ashore it was all going to be interesting and beautiful, and that we should be having glorious adventures. I don’t know how we are going to get through it.”
“Get through what?”