“I’m sure of it.”
“And not lost themselves so that they won’t be found till it’s too late?”
“Get out! Too late? They’ll be all right, and so shall we; we’re only lost for a bit in the dark, and we don’t mind a bit. I don’t now. I feel as plucky as a gamecock. And I say, Joe.”
“Well?”
“Tom Dinass?”
“What about him?—a beast!”
“What we’re going to do when we see the sneak again. I say, it won’t be the first time we’ve had a set-to with him.”
“Oh, I should like to—”
“Ah!”
Gwyn uttered a wild cry, as if something from out of the darkness had seized him; and as the cry went echoing down the long zigzag passage in which they were, Joe uttered a gasp, and in spite of his desire to stand by his friend, dashed off from the unknown danger by which they were beset.