We don't know anything about anything.

I suppose we really ought not to put all five eggs in one basket.

But, by Jove--" He looked over at Amory with troubled eyes.
"As host of this picnic," he said, "I dare say I ought to stay aboard and let you fellows--but I'm hanged if I will." Little Cawthorne reflected, frowning; and you could as well have expected a bird to frown as Little Cawthorne.

It was rather the name of his expression than a description of it.
"Suppose," he said, "that Bennietod and I sit rocking here in this bay--if it is a bay--while you two rest your chins on the top of that ledge of rock up there, and look over.

And about to-morrow or day after we two will venture up behind you, or you could send one of the men back--" "My thunder," said Bennietod wistfully, "ain't I goin' to get to climb in de pantry window at de palace--nor fire out of a loophole--" "Bennietod an' I couldn't talk to a prince anyway," said Little Cawthorne; "we'd get our language twisted something dizzy, and probably tell him 'yes, ma'am.'" St.George's eyes softened as he looked at the little man.