It can't last long, I'm certain; it's chopping already." They relapsed into silence, and listened to the storm as it dashed on the cliffs above them.
A quarter of an hour passed.

Then Jeffreys felt the boy's head drop on his shoulder.
"Percy, old man, no sleeping," said he, raising his head.
"I'm not sleeping; only wondering where Julius is." But his voice was drowsy, and the words drawled out slowly and dreamily.
"Perhaps he's down the lower zigzag now," said Jeffreys, giving his companion a shake, under pretext of readjusting the wraps.
"I guess he'll go to Raby first," said Percy.

"Won't she be scared ?" "She will probably go to your father, and he'll get Appleby and Kennedy and some of the men, and they'll--Percy! hold up your head!" "Scarfe would like to get engaged to Raby, but she would sooner--" "Percy, old man, you're talking rubbish.

Unless you sit up and keep awake we shall both come to grief." "I'll try," said the boy, "but I don't know how." "Tell me something about your year at Rugby.

I want to hear about it so much.