“Will you hold your tongue, Punch!” cried Pen angrily. “This is a nice way to prepare ourselves for a tramp over the mountains, isn’t it?”
“Are we going to tramp over the mountains in the night?” said the boy rather dolefully.
“Yes, and be glad of the opportunity to get farther away from the French before morning.”
“But won’t it be very bad for your leg, comrade?”
“No worse than it will be for your back, Punch.”
“But wouldn’t it be better if we had a good rest to-night?”
“Where?” said Pen bluntly.
“In some goat-keeper’s cottage. We saw goats before we came here, and there must be people who keep them.”
“Perhaps so,” said Pen; “but I have seen no cottages.”
“We ain’t looked,” said Punch.