"Is it boggy and soft under you ?" "No, father--hard; but I'm in the water." "It's hard here too," said the squire, trying the ground with his feet; "and yet we must be off the road.

Stand fast, my boy; don't move." "Are you going away, father ?" said Dick.
"No, only a few yards, boy.

I want to see where we got off the track, whether it's to the right or left." "It's so dark," said Dick, "I can hardly see my hand.

Mind how you go, father; there are some deep bog-holes about here." "Then you stand fast, my boy." "Hadn't you better stand fast too, father ?" "And both perish in the wet and cold, my boy! No.

I'll soon find the road.