If ye just keep on at that side of the cart ye'll get into a place where we'll have a bit of shelter and rest till the moon rises." "What is the matter?
What are you turning off the road for ?" Caius shouted again, half dazed by his sleep and sudden awakening, and wholly angry at the disagreeable situation.

He was cold, his limbs almost numb, and to his sleepy brain came the sudden remembrance of the round valleys in the dune of which he had heard, and the person who lived in them.
His voice was inadequately loud.

The ebullition of his rage evidently amused O'Shea, for he laughed; and while Caius listened to his laughter and succeeding words, it seemed to him that some spirit, not diabolic, hovered near them in the air, for among the sounds of the rushing of the wind and of the sea came the soft sound of another sort of laughter, suppressed, but breaking forth, as if in spite of itself, with irresistible amusement; and although Caius felt that it was indulged at his own expense, yet he loved it, and would fain have joined in its persuasive merriment.

While the poetical part of him listened, trying to catch this illusive sound, his more commonplace faculties were engaged by the answer of O'Shea: "It's just as ye loike, Mr.Doctor.You can go on towards The Cloud by the beach if you've got cat's eyes, or if you can feel with your toes where the quicksands loy; but the pony and me are going to take shelter till the moon's up." "Well, where are you going ?" asked Caius.

"Can't you tell me plainly?
I never heard of a horse that could climb a wall." "And if the little beast is good-natured enough to do it for ye, it's as shabby a trick as I know to keep him half-way up with the cart at his back.