"I haven't the least idea. I don't care."
"Yes, you do care, Dick. What's the use of talking in that way? You don't want to be found out any more than I do."
"I know that, but we are not found out; and that isn't all—we shall not be."
"I should like to be satisfied on that point."
"The men didn't take any notice at all of us, and I am certain they did not see us."
"They couldn't help seeing us, Dick. The fire lit up the whole field, so that it was as light as broad day."
"Suppose they did see us; they couldn't tell who we were. Keep a stiff upper lip, Sandy, and it will be all right."
"I can only hope for the best, but I shall be scared at my own shadow for a month to come," added Sandy, in whose nature a vein of candor appeared to be suddenly developed, for he was not in the habit of acknowledging that he was afraid of any thing.
"You don't talk a bit like Sandy Brimblecom," sneered Richard; "and you act more like an old woman than a fellow of any spunk."
"Humph! I'll bet you are as scared as I am, only you won't own it."