Tiny rills of water made their way down the hillside to swell the stream, and the tinge of brown which showed up wherever these found a level sufficient to form a pool told that they had their source in the bogs on the moorland above.

Tompkins looked round him rather disconcertedly.
"I don't know," he said.

"It's a beastly long way to walk round; but suppose we got lost in trying to make our way across the hills." "Well, just as you like," Ned said, "I am game to walk back the way we came or to try and make a straight cut, only mind don't you turn round and blame me afterward.

You take your choice; whichever you vote for I am ready to do." "My shoes are beginning to rub my heels," Tompkins said, "so I will take the shortest way and risk it.

I don't see we can go far out of our way." "I don't see that we can," Ned replied.