Then all was still again, till Archie said quietly:
“Yes, Pete, you are quite right, and I pray Heaven that she may be quite safe by now. But tell me, do you think I—I mean we—did all we could?”
“Mister Archie, sir, once more, don’t, please! I am only a poor, ignorant chap, but I do know this, through having been in horspittle, that you have got to keep quiet and not worry yourself if you are going to get well. First thing, sir, is that you have got to get strong enough so that we can escape.”
“Yes, yes, Pete; that’s right! Escape!” cried Archie excitedly.
“Take it coolly, sir,” remonstrated the lad.
“Well, I will be cool, Pete.”
“That’s right, sir. We’ve got to escape, and I have begun preparations already.”
“Yes, that’s right. What have you done?”
“Got a spear to begin with, sir.”
“Ah, well, that’s something.”