“No, that I don’t,” I said, pretending to be horribly frightened.
“Because, just you look here—”
“Ahoy—oy!”
“Ahoy—oy! Ahoy—oy!” I shouted back in answer to the faint cry that came from below, where we could see Bigley waving his hat.
It was easier work for us to go down the precipitous slope than for him to climb up; but he did not seem to study that for he came eagerly towards us, while we slipped and scrambled down, ignoring the path, which was a quarter of a mile away.
Bob did not speak as we were scrambling down, and the exertion made him forget his ill-temper, so that he was a little more amiable when we came within speaking distance of Bigley.
“Going to the drill?” he shouted; and then without waiting for an answer, “So am I. Has your father come back, Sep?”
“Come back!” I said. “What do you mean? He came on here.”
“Yes,” said Bigley; “and then he got our boat and went off in her—so Mother Bonnet said. I was not here.”
“Why, where has he gone?” I asked.