"Why, you silly, we'd only have been murdered if we'd done that," said Tad.
"All the same," rejoined Phil the uncompromising, "I think we ought to have done it."
"Well, we can't help ourselves now," remarked Tad, with a sigh of relief, for his was not a martyr's spirit, and it had never occurred to him to reproach himself until Phil suggested that they had neglected their duty.
"No," he repeated, "we can't help ourselves now; it's hours since we left them fellows, and any mischief as was to be done has been done already. So it's no good goin' back, to say nothin' of our bein' sure to meet Foxy."
Phil shuddered.
"We mustn't get into his hands no more, whatever happens," said he; "but he'll try and catch us, you may be sure, Tad."
"Yes," assented Tad, "we know too much about him not to be dangerous now we've run away. So of course he'll want to find us, and we'll have to look out."
"We'd better not keep to the high roads in the daytime," said Phil; "if we do, he's sure to track us sooner or later."
"The thing is, what can we do? Where can we go?" muttered Tad more to himself than to his companion. "Have you any money, Phil?"
"Not a sou, Tad."