“I’ve got it!”
“Kill it, then,” said Griggs, without looking up from his task. “What is it—a skeeter?”
“No,” cried Ned excitedly. “The idea!”
“You have?” said Chris eagerly.
“Yes!”
“Let’s have it, then,” said Griggs, “only be gentle. Don’t startle us too much.”
“Don’t you begin sneering,” said Ned, rather haughtily. “Other people may have bright ideas too.”
“I don’t know about ‘too,’” said Griggs coolly; “I’ve got none. My head has grown thick with thinking of how we’re to get out of this hole.”
Ned was silent, and sat frowning.
“Well, let’s have it,” said Chris.