“So it is,” said Bevis. “Nobody could see us.”
He looked round. The high bank shut them in behind, the trees in front and each side. “Besides, there’s nobody to look. It’s capital.”
“Will you do it,” said Mark.
“Of course I will—directly we can sail properly.”
“Hurrah!” shouted Mark, hitting up his heels, having caught that trick from Bevis. “Let’s go home and begin the sails. Come on.”
“But I know one thing,” said Bevis, as they returned to the boat; “if we’re going to have a cave, we must have a gun.”
“That’s just what I say. Can’t we borrow one? I know, you put up Frances to make Jack lend us his rifle. She’s fond of you—she hates me.”
“I’ll try,” said Bevis. “How ought you to get a girl to do anything?”
“Stare at her,” said Mark. “That’s what Jack does, like a donk at a thistle when he can’t eat any more.”
“Does Frances like the staring?”