“Plenty of water,” said Ingleborough coolly, nodding towards the river.
“There is no room for buts, my lad,” said Ingleborough harshly.
“Ingleborough says it is,” replied the young man addressed, shortly.
And so I felt,” said Ingleborough grimly, “for one of them pressed my ribs.
West fired again as nearly as he could judge where the beast would be, and the next moment Ingleborough was kneeling by his side.
