Mark shook his head, and Buck gave him a look as much as to say “I don’t believe you.”
“Well, we are a good way from camp, my lad. If you will take my advice, Mr Mark, you will lie down and have a snooze while we light a fire and get ready something to eat.”
“No, don’t do that,” said Mark angrily. “We must go on.”
“Go on, sir? Where?”
“Where? Back to the ruins.”
“You can’t do it, sir. It’s just about madness. You are talking wild. What do you say, Dan? Don’t leave it all to me.”
“Same as you do, messmate.”
“There, Mr Mark; and I put it to you, Mr Dean; isn’t it about playing the lunatic for him to think of going to the help of Sir James, and the captain, with him like this?”
“Don’t ask me, Buck,” cried Dean excitedly. “My cousin is determined to go, and I have promised to help him.”
“Of course you would, sir. But Mr Mark, sir, just think!”