“Where are we going to sleep to-night?”
Pan took off his hat and scratched his head.
“I never thought of that,” he said.
“We can’t go on walking all night.”
“Can’t we?”
“Of course we can’t. We shall have to knock at some cottage, and ask them to give us a bed.”
“But they won’t,” said Pan, sagely enough. “’Tarn’t likely at this time o’ night; I wish we could find a haystack.”
Pan’s wish did not obtain fulfilment, and the two lads tramped on along the lonely road for quite a couple of hours longer, when hunger began to combine with weariness; and these two at last made themselves so plainly heard, that Sydney came to a full stop.
“Yes?” said Pan.
“I did not speak, I was only thinking,” said Sydney, drearily.