“Yes, I suppose what I feel is being hungry,” sighed Gwyn, “but we mustn’t think about it. I say, how far do you think we wandered about yesterday?”
“Miles and miles and miles,” said Joe, dismally; “and for nothing at all but to lose ourselves. But I say, Ydoll, it wasn’t yesterday. We couldn’t have slept long.”
“I felt as if I slept all night.”
“But we couldn’t; because we only slept as long as our candle burned.”
“Of course not. How stupid! But I’m so done up that my head doesn’t seem as if it would go; let’s lie down and go to sleep till they find us.”
“And perhaps that will be never. Someone will find our bones, perhaps.”
“Ha, ha!” cried Gwyn, bursting into a mocking laugh. “We’re a nice pair of miserable cowards! I did think you had more pluck in you, Joe.”
“That’s what I thought about you, Ydoll.”
“So did I,” said Gwyn, frankly; “and all the time I’m as great a coward as you are. I say, though, doesn’t it show a fellow up when he gets into trouble? Can’t show me up in the dark, though, can it?”
“Oh, I don’t know; I only know I feel horribly miserable. Let’s go to sleep and forget it all.”