place, we should have wondered how on earth he knew Greg's name, because neither of us had mentioned it. But we did n't think of it then, and just snatched his hands and pulled him over the rocks, trying to tell him a little how glad we were to see him.
When he saw Greg, his face grew quite different—very sorry, and not twinkly at all and he went down on his knees (he could n't have stood up in the back of the cave) and he said:
"Poor old man!" And then, "I wonder who had the worst night of it?"
We said, "Greg, of course."
But our man said, "I wonder."
Then he changed again, and instead of being all sorry and gentle, he got quite commanding and very quick.
"Chris, you stay here," he said. "Gerald, come with me,—and here, put this on."
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