"My advice, or leastways I should say, my orders is," said the fattest man of the party, "that we 'mediately go home again."
"I am agreeable to any thing which is agreeable to Mr. Giles," said a shorter man, who was by no means of a slim figure, and who was very pale in the face, and very polite, as frightened men frequently are.
"I shouldn't wish to appear ill-mannered, gentlemen," said the third, who had called the dogs back, "Mr. Giles ought to know."
"Certainly," replied the shorter man; "and whatever Mr. Giles says, it isn't our place to contradict him. No, no, I know my sitiwation,—thank my stars I know my sitiwation." To tell the truth, the little man did seem to know his situation, and to know perfectly well that it was by no means a desirable one, for his teet chattered in his head as he spoke.
"You are afraid, Brittles," said Mr. Giles.
"I ain't," said Brittles.
"You are," said Giles.
"You're a falsehood, Mr. Giles," said Brittles.