“We may as well have a rest and some grub before we tackle that lot,” said he. “What do you say?”
The motion was carried unanimously.
“It’s eleven o’clock,” said Cash. “We’ve been five hours already.”
“Thank goodness we’ve broken the back of it,” said Fisher minor.
“I don’t know so much about that,” said Percy.
“We shan’t get up that as easily as we’ve done so far, I fancy.”
“Rather not,” said Wally, cheerfully, with his mouth full of sandwich. “I believe it’s not so bad after we get past those rocks though, on to the top.”
“What,” cried Fisher, “isn’t that the top then?”
“Bless you, no. We have to go down a bit when we get there, and cross a bog, and then the real pike begins.”
The information was received with dead silence, and the party sat grimly munching their lunch with upturned eyes.