“But it seems to be impossible.”
“It isn’t, though,” said Cyril. “That one’s over twenty thousand feet high, and father has seen much bigger ones up to the north. I say, squire, you’ve got some climbing to do. You won’t hop over those hills very easily.”
“No,” said Perry thoughtfully. “It will be a climb.”
“I say: whereabouts are you going?”
“I don’t know. Right up in the mountains somewhere.”
“But what are you going for?”
“I don’t know that either. To travel, I suppose.”
“Oh, but the colonel must be going for something,” cried Cyril. “I believe I know.”
“Do you? What?”
“Well, you don’t want me to tell you. I suppose the colonel has told you not to tell anybody.”