He was not inclined to say any thing of that kind by way of jest.

He was a very sober and sedate, as well as honest boy.

Besides, he could not think what should have put Rollo into Oliver's head.

He did not recollect that he had said any thing of Rollo for a long time.

In fact, he had seldom told Oliver any thing about him; and what could have induced him to call himself Rollo, he could not conceive.
However, he had nothing to do but to go on, for the more he attempted to imagine some explanation of the mystery, the more he was puzzled.
So he walked on as diligently as he could.
He came, at length, in sight of the spot where he had left the horse and Oliver.