You can do anything you like indoors." There was a little growling at this, although we knew there was reason in the prohibition.
"I don't see any harm in going out on the heath," said Rathbone; "you did that yourself once." "Yes, and some one saw me do it," replied Smith.

"I say, stay in doors." His tone was peremptory, and as usual it had its due effect.

The fellows ate their breakfast quietly and said no more about it.
The meal was rather a protracted one, owing to Rathbone having forgotten to put the bag in the coffee-pot before he inserted the coffee, and thus spoiling the beverage altogether.

He was sent back to make it over again--a circumstance which by no means had the effect of soothing his spirits.
By the time breakfast was done the hour had nearly arrived when our prisoners were to give their answers to our manifesto.
As we were preparing to march up stairs, with a view to ascertain their decision, Hawkesbury met us, coming down with his hat on.
"Where are you going ?" demanded Smith.
Hawkesbury looked very pleasant indeed as he replied, "Oh, please don't mind me.

I'm going out for a walk.