He was pouring out some tea in the mug as he said the above, and his brother looked at him curiously.
“You’re both so what?” cried Man, with a mocking laugh. “Why, I’ll be bound to say—” glug, glug, glug, glug—“Oh, I was so thirsty. That was good,” he sighed holding out the mug for more.
“What are you bound to say?” said Rifle, refilling the mug.
“That you both of you never felt so frightened before in your life. Come now, didn’t you?”
“Well, I did feel a bit uneasy,” said Rifle, importantly; but he avoided his brother’s eye.
“Uneasy, eh?” said Man; “well, I call it frightened.”
“You would have been if it had been you.”
“Of course I should,” replied Man. “I should have run for camp like a shot.”
Rifle looked at him curiously.
“No; you wouldn’t,” he said.