"But we will have to make the best of it," said Allen. "And I don't care what we have to put up with so long as we find my uncle safe and sound."
"Thet's the talk," answered Watson. "Can't expect ter have every comfort out in these yere parts nohow."
The sun had been shining brightly, but presently the sky became overcast.
"Unless I am mistaken we are close to a storm," observed Noel, as he surveyed the heavens anxiously.
"Thet's wot," came from Watson. "An I allow as how it will be a putty heavy one when it comes."
"We've had storms enough lately," said Allen. "I want no more of them."
They continued on their way as rapidly as the nature of the ground to be covered permitted. Occasionally Slavin grumbled at being pushed on so fast but Watson soon put a stop to his mutterings.
"No ust ter grumble, Slavin," he said. "Ye kin be thankful thet ye wasn't shot down like a dog."
"But I'm not feelin' well," pleaded the evil doer.
