“Yes, to the Heronry.”
“What for, sir?”
“Because I’ve been an idiot.”
“But if we go back we shall be punished, Master Syd.”
“Of course we shall. But if we go on we shall be punishing ourselves. Oh,” cried Sydney, in a voice full of rage against himself, “how could I have been such a donkey!”
“It warn’t my fault,” said Pan, dolefully. “Father was after me with the rope’s-end. I was obliged to go. Let’s try another way, Master Syd.”
“There is no other way,” cried the boy passionately. “There’s only one way for us to go, and that’s straight back home.”
“Oh, there’s lots of other ways, Master Syd.”
“No, there are not. There’s only one that we can tread.”
“Which way’s that, sir?”