"We did; but we thought you'd be too tired," said Frank.
"Tired? tired?" exclaimed Uncle Moses. "Tired? What! me tired! me!" And he paused, overcome with amazement. "Why, boys, ye must all be ravin distracted! Me tired! Why, I'm as fresh as a cricket; an though rayther oldish, yet I've got more clear muscle, narve, and sinnoo, than all on ye put together."
At this little outburst' the boys said nothing, but regretted that they had not, at least, proposed going on.
"We're in a fix," said Clive. do. said Bob. do. said Frank. do. said David.
"We're in a tight place, sure," said Uncle Moses.
"There's no help near," said Frank. do. said David. do. said Bob. do. said Clive.
"It's the lonesomest place I ever see," said Uncle Moses.
"It's too dark to leave now," said David. do. said Clive. do. said Bob. do. said Frank.
"Yes, and they'd all be arter us afore we'd taken twelve steps," said Uncle Moses.
"They're the worst sort of brigands," said Bob. do. said Frank. do. said David. do. said Clive.