This last is a pretty bit of success; but so far we have been horribly beaten all round." "Yes, yes; don't talk about it," said West sharply; "but look over there.

We needn't have been at the trouble of scrambling down this almost perpendicular place, for there must be a much easier spot where that fellow is walking up." "Never mind; we'll find that slope next time, for we shall have to come down again if we want a wash." They sat down chatting together about the beautifully peaceful look of the stream, while Ingleborough lit his pipe and began to smoke.
"It does seem a pity," said Ingleborough thoughtfully, exhaling a cloud of smoke: "this gully looks as calm and peaceful as a stream on old Dartmoor at home.

My word! I wish I had a rod, a line, and some flies! There must be fish here.

I should like to throw in that pool and forget all about despatch-bearing and guns and rifles and men using lances.

It would be a treat!" "It looks deep and black too in there," said West.