“You wouldn’t hurt yourself so much as Scoody did, because we can both help you. He nearly went right over, and dragged me with him.”
“Oh!” ejaculated Max, with a shudder.
“Well, are you coming?”
“No! Impossible! What for?”
“To keep us company for a week or two, till somebody sees us. Hallo, Sneeshing! Good dog, then! Come down, we want you. Hooray, Scoody! dog for dinner! enough for three days. Then the young falcons will do for another day. Well, are you coming?”
“Oh, Kenneth,” cried Max, “you’re making fun again. What shall we do?”
“You mean, what shall we do? You’re all right. But you had better lower down the gun, and then I can shoot Scoody decently, when Sneeshing and the young hawks are done!”
“Oh, pray be serious!”
“I am. It’s a serious position. We mustn’t trust the rope again—eh, Scoody?”
“Na! Oh, what a ding she gave her airm!”