"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?"
"Yes, many, many years. Poor fellow, it is quite a pity for him. Father says he was very clever at college, and is a Master of Arts of Cambridge."
"Well, he has taken his hogs to a nice market."
"But father would do a deal for him if he could trust him. He has told father over and over again that plenty of people would trust him if he could only trust himself."
"Poor man! So nice-looking too! They may well call him Gentleman Craig."
"But is it not time we were returning?"