"It's early yet. Let it get quite dark and then we'll go," replied Jig-Leg, without raising his head from his work.
Hopeful sighed and began to cough.
"Frozen, eh?" inquired his companion after a long pause.
"N—n—no ... Something makes me miserable."
"Let's hear it!" and Jig-Leg shook his head.
"My heart is throbbing."
"Sick, eh?"
"I suppose so ... but it may be something else."
Jig-Leg was silent for a while and then he said:
"I say!... don't think!"