“I knew I’d heard it somewhere,” murmured Johnny, dropping off to sleep again.
Eric ran to tell his uncle.
“Ah,” said the doctor, quite pleased to be able to return a good deed, “we will see them in the morning.”
But in the morning the English travellers had disappeared, and our party could find no trace of them.
Eric was much disappointed. Now he would be obliged to wait patiently for Mr. Lacelle’s letter.
Johnny and Jack were not injured by their descent of the mountain, whose only effects were some pretty sore bruises, which Johnny tried not to mind, and an obstinacy in Jack’s disposition that no human powers of persuasion could ever remove. He could never, after that memorable slide, be induced to go near the edge of any kind of an embankment; and he always declined going aboard a steamer, until Beauty and Percy had gone safely over the gangway.
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