I'm tired, and don't want to do it, but it's the best way." "But it will take so long," cried Vince.
"It'll take longer if we're going on walking we don't know where," said Mike ominously.
"Oh, come, I say, don't go on like that," cried Vince.

"Fellows who are mates ought to try and cheer one another up, and you're doing nothing but cheer one down." "I must speak the truth," said Mike gloomily.
"Here! do leave off! Why, you're as bad as that old raven out over the Scraw--all croak, croak, croak!" "I don't want to croak; I only want for us to find the way out.

Let's go back and make a fresh start." "I shan't," said Vince: "we're right now, I'm sure, only we went wrong just now." "There! I knew it! How far was it back ?" "Just where we took fright and began to fancy we were wrong.

Now then, forward." "No," said Mike firmly; "we'll go back.

You are always so rash, and will not think." "Yes, I will; I'm thinking now!" cried Vince warmly, "and I think that you're about the most pig-headed fellow that there ever was.