"What do you say ?" The motion was carried unanimously.
"It's eleven o'clock," said Cash.

"We've been five hours already." "Thank goodness we've broken the back of it," said Fisher minor.
"I don't know so much about that," said Percy.
"We shan't get up that as easily as we've done so far, I fancy." "Rather not," said Wally, cheerfully, with his mouth full of sandwich.
"I believe it's not so bad after we get past those rocks though, on to the top." "What," cried Fisher, "isn't _that_ the top then ?" "Bless you, no.

We have to go down a bit when we get there, and cross a bog, and then the real pike begins." The information was received with dead silence, and the party sat grimly munching their lunch with upturned eyes.
"Which way do we go ?" asked Cottle presently.
"I suppose up by the stream.

It's bound to lead up to the bog." The stream in question was a torrent which fell in a series of leaps through a narrow gorge in the rocks.
Fisher minor looked very blue.
"I wish I'd got my strong boots," said he.
The dismal tone in which he uttered the words startled the others.
"I say, young Fisher," said D'Arcy, "you're not done yet, are you!" Fisher minor had not the pluck to say "Yes." "I'll be game after this rest.

I got a little blown up that last bit, that's all." "It doesn't look awfully far now," said Ashby.
"It's further than it looks.