“Yes, sir. This way. I know.”
“But are you sure you are right?”
“Ay, this is right.”
“Then you have been there before?”
“Nay, never; but I can feel that’s right,” and he pointed in the opposite direction to that which Mark felt they ought to take.
“Forward, then, and let’s get out as quick as we can.”
“Yes, but it’ll take some time;” and the boy led on.
“Why, Dummy,” cried Mark, suddenly, “we must have slept for hours and hours.”
“How do you know, sir?”
“Why, I can feel.”