"I don't know," said David.
"What shall we do?" said Clive.
David shook his head. Then, looking down the opening once more, he again raised his eyes, and fixing them with an awful look on Clive, he said, in a dismal tone,—
"It's not a brigand!"
"No," said Clive, "I don't think it is, either."
David looked down again; then he looked up at Clive with the same expression, and said in the same dismal tone as before,—
"Clive!"
"Well?"
"It's a wild beast!"
Clive looked back at David with eyes that expressed equal horror, and said not a word.