And the campers returned to their tents as Achilles had done a few thousand years before, dark of brow and gloomy of heart.
CHAPTER IX
MR. HEARTY ENCOUNTERS A BULL
I
"He's sure to lose his way across the fields," cried Mrs. Bindle angrily.
"'Earty's too careful to lose anythink," said Bindle, as, from a small tin box, he crammed tobacco into his pipe. "'E's used to the narrow way 'e is," he added.
"You ought to have gone to meet him."
"My legs is feelin' a bit tired——" began Bindle, who enjoyed his brother-in-law's society only when there were others to enjoy it with him.
"Bother your legs," she snapped.