“Here, or hereabout,” grunted Danforth.
“And we’ll stay here, too! I vote we make an end of this quick.”
“Why, Bill, I thought you were so eager to follow Bennett up?”
“So I am. But I’m not as eager for meeting my finish as you seem to be.”
“Pshaw! you’re not afraid for yourself, Bill. I know you,” cried Danforth.
“I’ve got no right to run you into peril.”
“Forget me!”
“And you’ve no right to lead your troop into a pocket. What do you suppose your ‘kern’ will say?”
“Oh, shucks! I hate to give this up.”
“So do I, son. But we’ve got to.”