“Sure enough.”
“Did you see anny av their mugs?”
“No, for they kept their faces to the ground.”
“Begorra, that’s where yer mishtake waz.”
Frank began to agree with this idea.
He had been careless by trusting too much to outward appearances, and now deeply regretted it.
“I’m going back to meet that caravan!” said he, finally.
“Moight jest as well wait here, as they’re bound ter come along.”
“Very well. There’s a good place to wait.”
He pointed out a rocky gorge, and the engine descended.