He looked round from one to the other, as if asking for an explanation, and rested his eyes last upon Mr Bourne, as he added—
“On-neighbourly, that it is.”
“We shall be sorry to lose so good a neighbour,” said Bourne; “but what is to be gained by trying any longer?”
“Hum! That’s a riddle,” said the American. “Give it up. Ask me another.”
“What can we do to improve our position anywhere near?”
“Hah! That’s another riddle, and not so easy as t’other. Got any more, for I give that one up too.”
“I think those two are enough,” said Wilton merrily. “The fact is, Griggs, we have all come to the conclusion that we are wasting our lives here.”
“Where are you going, then?”
“Home,” was the reply.
“Ah!” cried Griggs. “There’s a nice sound about that—Home. Well, I shall go with you.”