"Let's go on--the frogs...." He had caught my hand.
"Well," I said, "what did you find ?" "Nothing--only ...

I don't know....

It's as though some one were watching me.

It's getting late, isn't it?
The frogs...." he said again--"I hate them.

They seem to be triumphing." We climbed into the trap and drove on in silence.
I was half asleep when at last we left the plain and dropped down into the valley beyond.