“I confess,” said Bruce, “that I would rather not have so good a chance just now. I’d rather be near the mud flats of Cornwallis than this majestic cliff.”
“It’s my opinion,” said Phil, “that Blomidon is taking it out of us.”
“How?”
“How? Why, because we slighted him. We started with the intention of landing here, and instead of doing so we’ve been almost everywhere but here. So now he has got us, and he will keep us.”
“Well, if we only had something to eat, I wouldn’t care.”
“I can’t eat pork.”
“And I always hated Indian meal.”
“.And I’m getting tired of molasses candy.”
“Besides, I don’t believe that it’s healthy.”
“And then, you know, it’s always burnt.”