to me?"
Crusoe did look with amiable placidity, as though to
say, "Howl away, old boy, I won't budge till Dick does."
With a mighty effort Giant Sleep was thrown off at
last, and the hunters were once more on their journey,
cantering lightly over the soft turf.
"Ho, let's have a run!" cried Dick, unable to repress
the feelings aroused by the exhilarating morning air.
"Have a care, boy," cried Joe, as they stretched out
at full gallop. "Keep off the ridge; it's riddled wi'