"What did you prod him for, anyway?" another asked.
"I'm sorry I didn't jab him twice as hard; though I'd have wasted my energy," Edgar explained. "The fellow has no sense, but that's no reason why he should be allowed to frighten a pretty girl."
His antagonist looked as if a light had suddenly dawned on him.
"Is that why you did it?"
"Of course! Do you think I'd attack a man of nearly twice my weight without some reason?"
The fellow laughed.
"We'll let it go at that. You're all right, Percy. We like you."
"Thanks," said Edgar; "but my name isn't Percy. Couldn't you think of something more stylish for a change?"
They greeted this with hoarse laughter; and George, arriving on the scene, scrambled down into the pit with them to help the men below. It was some time later when he rejoined the girl, who was then gathering berries in the wood. She saw that his face and hands were grimy and his clothes were soiled.
"I heard that you found the unfortunate man. It was very sad," she said. "But what have you been doing since?"