4/9 Oh, I say, what a while he is! He's just like old Teggley Grey's horse, only he ain't so quick." Poor old Bigley wasn't quick, certainly, for it was hot, and hard climbing to where we were perched. To have come straight up was next to impossible: the only way was to come sidewise, getting a little higher as you walked along; and toiling industriously at his task, Bigley at last reached the foot of the piled-up mass where we were waiting. What a while you have been!" said Bob. It's hot." "Never mind about it's being so hot," cried Bob. |