“Those three days before we can start up the country.”
“Oh, there they are,” said Dean sharply.
“Who?”
“Our two keepers.”
“Let’s go and talk to them, then. Poor old Bacon. If it’s going to be like this Bob will be frizzled.”
“Well, don’t walk so fast. I say, it must be hot.”
“Why?”
“Because I feel as if I had got too many clothes on.”
“Ah, it will be hotter than this; but it’s the only thing that makes me think we are in a foreign country. Here, who’s this? Why, it’s that sailor again.”
“Yes,” said Dean. “What does he want? He was following us about all day yesterday when we were trying to look at the town.”