“Well, then, my dear boy,” said Bracy, “I do think you are about the most rash fellow I ever met.”
“Oh!” cried Drummond, with a look of distrust.
“You do things that no thoughtful fellow would ever think of doing.”
“I? Come now; when?”
“Over those sheep, then, to-day. I felt quite sick to see you walk along that shelf of snow, when the slightest slip would have sent you down headlong a thousand feet on to the jagged rocks below.”
“Yes, it was horrible,” said Roberts.
Drummond exploded into a tremendous burst of laughter, and sat at last wiping his eyes.
“Oh, I say, come. That is good. I like that. Dangerous—made one of you feel sick and the other think it was horrible!”
“Well, it’s the truth,” said Bracy.
“And you both came along it afterwards, and we got that magnificent sport.”