Gee, but we are certainly a fine pair of idiots!" "We are indeed!" assented Amy with enthusiasm.

"I suppose that the time will come, perhaps twenty or thirty years from now, when we'll be able to look back on this night's jolly adventures and appreciate all the fun we're having, but just now--" Amy's voice trailed off into silence.
"Jolly adventures!" grunted Clint.

"Don't talk rot!" Five minutes later they stopped.

That is, Clint stopped and Amy ran into him with a grunt.
"I suppose you haven't got a match, have you ?" asked Clint.
"Right-o! You're a fine little supposer," chattered Amy.
"There's something here and I want to see what it is," said Clint.

As he spoke he moved forward a step or two and felt around in the darkness.
"It feels like a fence," he muttered, "a board fence.