“Of course!” cried Josh. “What a stupid I was! Mrs Drinkwater knew.”
“She mightn’t remember,” said Will.
“Of course she would. Didn’t she tell us where he had gone?”
“Yes,” answered Will; “but—there, Josh, you had better be off.”
“No. Why don’t you go?”
“What, and leave you here?”
“There!” said Josh. “It’s just the same. But what’s that?”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“I did—a call. There, can’t you hear it now?”
“It’s a bird,” said Will, as they both listened. “That’s all. But there, if you won’t go, I tell you what you might do—clamber up and hoist a signal.”