“WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?” ASKED CHANTICLEER
“HUSH!” SAID CHANTICLEER
“There must be a house of some sort over there,” he said to his companions. “Shall we go and see? We may find something to eat.”
“Or some straw to lie upon, at any rate,” said Greyskin. “This damp ground gives me rheumatics in my old bones.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” said the dog. “Let us go.”