"Good-bye," he said, and Peter found himself outside the door.
"No.

5 Rest.

Camp;" said Jenks a moment later: "you're in luck, padre.
It's a topping camp, and the skipper is an awfully good sort.

Beast of a long way out, though.

You'll have to have a taxi now." "The A.C.G.said a tram would do," said Peter.
"Then he talked through his blooming hat," replied the other.