“I’ve passed my last examination now, and Doctor Kingsmead seems to think he can give me up.”
“I’m glad of it, my lad. Hearty, my lad.”
“And we’re going to explore a bit, going right up to the lake.”
“Am I coming too?”
“Of course. You’d like to, wouldn’t you?”
“Course I should, sir. Going to take the guns?”
“Oh, yes, and I mean to shoot. I want to see that lake too. It has been so tiresome only keeping along the shore and about the sands.”
“You’ve had some tidy sails about the lagoon, and some good fishing, my lad.”
“Of course I have, but I want to shoot.”
“Well, I s’pose it’s natural, sir,” said Bostock. “I know when I was a boy I always wanted to do something else. If I was in a garden it allus seemed as if the next garden must be better, and I wanted to look over the wall. One allus wants to be doing something fresh. It’s Natur, I s’pose. Do we start soon?”