“Yes, quite right now.”
“Then let’s go and hunt up the gov’nors. I want to know whether they really mean business.”
“Oh yes, they’ll go,” cried Chris.
“Think so?”
“I feel sure of it.”
“So do I,” added Ned. “My father’s quite eager to go.”
“Bagh!” cried Griggs. “I was afraid that after sleeping on it they’d draw back. This is good news, boys, for, oh, how tired I am of drudging on here for nothing! Come on.”
There was not much need for coming on. They had not gone half-way to the big shanty before they came suddenly upon the doctor and his two friends, who met them with the customary good-morning.
“Well, Mr Griggs,” said the doctor, “you’ve come to say that the idea of last night is wild and impossible.”
“Who told you so, sir?” cried the young American.