"Wonder what they're going to bring to-night ?" He whistled softly as he climbed slowly on.
"Fog's thicker than it was last night.

They won't see no lanthorns, I know." "Dunno, though," he muttered a little higher up.

"Not quite so thick up here.

How old Grip growled! But he had to do it.

Aren't afraid of a dog like him.