"I say, Dick, what a row there'll be!" "Of course there will," said Dick.

"Have you only just found that out?
Come along; we'll be late." Considering it was eight o'clock and they were yet five miles from home, this last observation was sagacious.
They strolled on for half an hour in silence, mending their pace as they recovered their wind, until at the end of that time they had settled down into a steady three-and-a-half miles an hour, and felt rather more like getting home than they had done.
"Another hour will do it," said Dick.

"I say, we might smuggle in after all, Georgie.

What a crow if we do, eh ?" Georgie inwardly reflected that there would be a crow of some sort or other whatever happened, but he prudently reserved his opinion and said, "Rather!" "We ought to come to the cross-roads before long," said Dick.

"I hope to goodness you know which one goes to Templeton." "No, I don't; but there's bound to be a post." There was a post, but, though they climbed up it and rubbed their eye- lashes along each arm, they could get no guiding out of it.