“Have you got an appetite, Mr Broadbent? I have.”
It was evident Etheldene was not too fine a lady to deny the possession of good health.
“Yes,” said Archie; “to tell you the plain truth, I’m as hungry as a hunter. But it’ll do the nags good to stretch their legs after so much wheeling and swivelling.”
So away they rode again, side by side, taking the blazed path towards the plains.
“You are sure you can find your way back, I suppose?” said Etheldene.
“I think so.”
“It would be good fun to be lost.”
“Would you really like to be?”
“Oh, we would not be altogether, you know! We would find our way to some hut and eat damper, or to some grand hotel, I suppose, in the Bush, and father and Craig would soon find us.”
“Father and you have known Craig long?”