Yell!" They shouted, and again there seemed to come a faint response.
"All right," said Percy.

"Stay where you are, and I'll go and fetch him up." And he vanished into the mist.
"What's the time ?" said Ashby, as the party stood dismally waiting.
"Half-past four.

It's a good job it doesn't get dark till six." "Only an hour and a half," said Cottle; "I wish those chaps would come." But though they strained their ears and eyes, no sign of the missing ones came; nothing but the swish of the rain and the whistle of the wind through the grass.
"We'd better go on," said D'Arcy presently; "they'll probably get down some other way.

Look sharp, or it will be dark." So they started at a fast walk down the boggy slope.
"Keep close," said D'Arcy after a time.

"Are you all there ?" Everybody answered for himself, but not for his neighbour.
"You there, young Fisher minor ?" "Yes," replied Fisher's voice from the rear.
He seemed so near that they started on again.
But after another five minutes, Ashby, who was last but one, shouted again.
"Where are you, Fisher minor ?" There was no answer.
"Wait a bit, you fellows.