“Give it up! What nonsense! Let’s rest a few minutes and start again.”
“Oh, I don’t mind resting, sir; but I don’t want to have to sleep out here. Why, we’ve got nothing to eat, and no lights, and—no, I sha’n’t sit down, Mr Mark, sir. I don’t want to disobey orders, but seems to me as we’d better get back to what you called Gutta-percha Road.”
“Now, look here, Billy, how can you be so stupid?” cried Mark pettishly. “You know I want to get back; but which way are we to go?”
“Tell you what, sir, let’s cooey,” cried Billy, giving his leg a slap. “That’s the proper thing to do when you’re out in the woods.”
“Well, cooey, then,” said Mark. “Go on.”
“No, sir; you’d better do it,” said Billy modestly. “I aren’t practysed it much.”
“Never mind; go on.”
“I’d a deal rather you would, Mr Mark, sir.”
“But I can’t. I never did such a thing in my life.”
“Well, if it comes to that, sir, more didn’t I.”