“Won’t be any daylight for hours and hours to come,” said Tregelly, putting out the light and feeling for his matches. “I can’t wait all that time for a pipe. ’Sides, the sledge ought to be brought in.”
“You mean to go now,” said Dallas.
“Oh, yes, my son, I mean to go now. ’Tarn’t so very far.”
“All right; we’ll go with him, Bel. There’s no fear of the other scoundrel being about.”
“I don’t know, my sons,” said Tregelly gravely. “He can’t be very far away, and he’s got his knife into us very deep now. P’r’aps it would be as well if you stopped here and got the breakfast ready.”
“If we did,” replied Dallas, “we should feel that you would never come back to eat it. Eh, Bel?”
“Yes; I’m going. We must leave Scruff to keep house for us this time.”
But the dog did not seem to see matters in the same light. One minute he was giving a finishing lick to his wound; the next he had shot out through the open door, barking excitedly, and looking ready to scent out and run down the last of the savage gang.