Here, let's get to bed." He was moving in the direction of the bed; but just then there was another louder whinnying from the lodge where the cart-horses were kept, and a series of angry stamps, followed by a bellow from the bull.
"There is something wrong with the beasts," said Dick.

"I'll call father.

No, I won't.

Perhaps it's nothing.

Let's go down and see." "But we should have to dress." "No; only slip on our trousers and boots.