"Hold on I What am I to yell?"
"Yell 'Help!' you idiot!"
"Oh, all right." They raised their voices together in a loud appealing shout. Then they listened. Not a sound answered them.
"Once more," said Clint. Again they shouted and again they listened. Deep silence, broken only by the chirping of crickets.
"No good, I guess," said Clint despondently.
"Nobody home," murmured Amy. "Now what? I'll tell you frankly, as man to man, that I can't go on walking all night, Clint. I'm dog-tired and my left leg's got a cramp in it and I'm weak with hunger. Let's find a cosy corner somewhere and go to sleep."
"I reckon we'll have to. I'm about all in, too. We'd better find a place where there's more shelter than there is here, though. Gee, but we are certainly a fine pair of idiots!"
"We are indeed!" assented Amy with enthusiasm. "I suppose that the time will come, perhaps twenty or thirty years from now, when we'll be able to look back on this night's jolly adventures and appreciate all the fun we're having, but just now--" Amy's voice trailed off into silence.
"Jolly adventures!" grunted Clint. "Don't talk rot!"
Five minutes later they stopped. That is, Clint stopped and Amy ran into him with a grunt.