Tell Mary I shall come myself to-morrow, and that I'm getting very tired of sleeping in a cavern." "But suppose the men try to break out while I'm gone, father." "Well, if they do, I shall have all the honour of the fight." "But I shall not like that," said Mark.
"I might say the same to you to-morrow, my boy," said Sir Edward, smiling.

"Go and see how young Darley is; we cannot give up everything to this business." Mark started for home, leaving his father with a strong enough guard to master the men if they attempted to escape; and before he had gone fifty yards, Dummy came trotting after his young master like a dog.
"Hullo! what is it, Dummy ?" cried Mark, stopping short.
"Only coming home with you, Master Mark.

Saw you, and father said he didn't want me." "Oh, very well.

Getting tired of it ?" "Ever so, Master Mark.

I liked it when we were firing the powder, or having a bit of a fight, but it's so stupid to be doing nothing but sit down and watch a wall, like dogs after rabbits that won't ever come." "Yes," said Mark, with a sigh, "it is weary work." "Father says he don't believe they'll ever come." "But they must, when they've finished their food." "He says they've got such lots.