"A sweetly pretty spot it is that we find ourselves in, sir--nevertheless, one's affairs sometimes makes us long to quit the side of beauty, however much we would tarry by it! In plain words, Mr.Vickers, I want to get out o' this.

And I've been looking round, and my opinion is that the best thing we can do is to start as big a fire as we can find stuff for on yon bluff and keep a-feeding on it.

In the meantime, while you're considering of that, I'll burn something of my own--I'm weary." He dropped down on a convenient boulder of limestone, settled his big frame comfortably, and producing a pipe and a tobacco pouch, proceeded to smoke.

Vickers himself took another boulder and looked inquisitively at his strange companion.

He felt sure that Chatfield was up to something.
"You say 'we' now," he remarked suddenly.