"Help!" cried Clive.
do. cried David.
"Take care!" cried Clive.
do. cried David.
"He'll tear you to pieces!" cried Clive.
do. cried David.
Etc., etc., etc.!
"Come back," said the guide, in evident anxiety. "We are too near.
We can do notin', We mas get arm."
"But do you think there really is a wild boar there?" asked Frank.
The guide said nothing, but shook his head solemnly, and looked unutterable things. Mean while he continued to retreat, watching the small door of the old house, and the rest followed him, as they thought he knew better what ought to be done than they did. The guide took up that line of retreat which led towards Albano, and as he did so he watched the door of the house with evident anxiety, as though fearful of seeing at any moment the formidable beast bound forth to rush upon them. But at length, after he had placed a considerable distance between himself and the old house, he began to breathe more freely, and to think about what ought next to be done.
"Do you think it really is a wild boar?" asked Frank once more of the guide.
"Dey did say dat, dey did see him," said he.
"Yes; but how do they know? They never saw a wild boar," objected
Frank.