'I could have sworn I heard the bolt snap as your foot sounded in the room.' 'Well, I hope we shan't, any of us, be shopped again for a while,' says he, rather slow like.

'It's bad work, I'm afraid, and worse to come; but we're in it up to our neck and must see it out.

We'll have another feed and be off at sundown.

We've the devil's own ride before daylight.' 'Anybody called ?' says Starlight, sauntering in, washed and dressed and comfortable-looking.

'You told them we were not at home, Jim, I hope.' Jim smiled in spite of himself, though he wasn't in a very gay humour.
Poor old Jim was looking ahead a bit, I expect, and didn't see anything much to be proud of.
We had a scrumptious feed that night, beefsteaks and eggs, fresh butter and milk, things we hadn't smelt for months.