I hope he's asleep." "I'm sure he's snoring!--Look there! He's alight fast enough.

He's dry.
He'll burn .-- I say," Ripton re-assumed the serious intonation, "do you think they'll ever suspect us ?" "What if they do?
We must brunt it." "Of course we will.

But, I say! I wish you hadn't given them the scent, though.

I like to look innocent.

I can't when I know people suspect me.
Lord! look there! Isn't it just beginning to flare up!" The farmer's grounds were indeed gradually standing out in sombre shadows.
"I'll fetch my telescope," said Richard.