“Well, I know that, stupid.”
“He may have come round another way,” hazarded Josh.
“May anything,” said Will. “But I don’t believe there is another way.—Mr Manners!—Ahoy!” he shouted.
“Ahoy-oy?” came back faintly again.
“There!”
“It is only the echo. Seems too foolish to lose your way in a place like this.”
“Good as anywhere else,” said Josh, cheerily. “But there’s the Tor, and there’s Mr Manners.”
“Where is he?” said Will, sharply.
“Why, at the Tor.”
“Ugh! There, come on. None of your jokes.”