“How?”
“Separate.”
“I don’t quite understand.”
“One of us can go back to meet Corporal Rand, the other two remain here to watch Burnnel and Emery.”
Sandy rose from his place on the fallen tree, grinning a little sheepishly.
“Now you’re talking. Why didn’t you think of that before? Which one of us will go to meet the corporal?”
“You can go if you like, Sandy,” said Dick with great magnanimity.
“No, no; I wasn’t thinking about that. You’d better go, Dick. You’re the one that thought of it.”
Dick shook his head.
“I think I’d rather stay here, if you don’t mind.”