"Now, if we could see old Lobster going too, we should be all right." "I dare say his father's got him hoeing carrots or something.

We shan't see him." They did not see Jemmy Carnach's hopeful son, nor any other living being but a cow, which raised its soft eyes to gaze at them sadly, and remained looking after them till they plunged into the scrub-wood, and, once there, felt safe.

Then, after their usual laborious work beneath the trees, they reached the granite wilderness, clambered in and out and over the great blocks, keeping an eye as much as they could on the ridge up to their right, in case of the Lobster being there, and finally reached the opening, jumped down through the brambles, and at once made for the spot where the lanthorn and tinder-box were stowed.
"I say, isn't it jolly ?" cried Mike eagerly.

"Just like old times, getting back here again.

What a while it seems!" "Yes, it does seem a good while," said Vince, beginning to strike a light.