But my! my! you were so long!" The boy still held her in his arms.
"I say, young man, what the deuce are we going to do?
I'm played out.

I cawn't move a blawsted foot." The voice recalled Kalman from heaven to earth.

He turned to the speaker and made out Mr.Edgar Penny.
"Do!" cried Kalman.

"Why, make for my camp.

Come along.
It's up stream a little distance, and we can feel our way.
Climb up, Marjorie." "Can I ?" "Yes, at once," said Kalman, taking full command of her.
"Now, hold on tight, and we'll soon be at camp." With the gale in their backs, they set off up stream, the men holding by the stirrups.