“Zure I did. I meant to, and had a good long night of it.”
“And you’re sure the dog hasn’t hurt you much?”
“Nay, on’y a pinch; I had the meat ready to shove in his face, But there aren’t much to tell you.”
“I was afraid so. We must be patient, Pete, and live on hope.”
“Can’t live on hope, master. Hope’s on’y the salt as makes the rest o’ life tasty. Want zome’at else as well. But don’t you be down. We’ve got to get away, and we’ll do it afore we’ve done.”
“Then you found out nothing?”
“Oh yes, I did,” said Pete dryly. “I found out that it didn’t matter which way I went there waren’t what I wanted.”
“You mean the boat?”
“That’s right, master. I went as far as I could get along the river one way, and it waren’t there; and I went as far as I could get t’other way, and it waren’t there. Old Zam must get in and paddle it right away zomewheres. There now, if I haven’t found it after all!”
“What! Where it is hidden?”