“We have just got to hold on,” said Josh, doggedly. “That’s what we’ve got to do.”
“No. You run back, I tell you,” gasped Will. “Fetch help.”
“Run back!” said Josh, scornfully. “Six miles! I don’t believe I could find the way; and anyhow I am not going to leave you two here.”
“But I can hold him fast; and how are we to get help if you don’t? I shall be here to see him.”
“So shall I,” said Josh.
“No, I tell you. Climb up and get back home. How are they to know?”
“I don’t know,” said Josh. “Did they know where we were coming?”
“No. How could they?”
“Then it’s just wait till morning. Heigh-ho!”
“But Mrs Drinkwater—”