How to get there, and at midnight too, was a very serious question.

We consulted a minute, and then John said firmly: "We must make the best of it and start.

Every instant is precious.
Your father will think we have fallen into some harm.

Come, Phineas, I'll help you on." His strong, cheery voice, added to the necessity of the circumstances, braced up my nerves.

I took hold of his arm, and we marched on bravely through the shut-up town, and for a mile or two along the high-road leading to Norton Bury.