“That looks like Mr Brazier, his mark, sir, eh?”
“Yes, yes,” cried Rob eagerly.
“Come on then, sir: we’re right.”
“But did he make those marks coming or returning?”
“Can’t say, sir,” said Shaddy, gruffly; and then, to himself, “That ain’t true, for he made ’em coming, or I’m a Dutchman.”
He made another careful calculation of their position, and was about to start again, when he caught sight of something about Rob, or rather its absence, and exclaimed,—
“Why, where’s them mushrooms?”
“Mushrooms, Shaddy! I—I don’t know.”
“But, Master Rob!”
“Oh, who’s to think about eating at a time like this? Go on, pray; I shall not feel happy till I see Mr Brazier again.”