We'd walked for about ten minutes over the gorse and through the bracken that fingered the edge of the wood, Doug and Archie in front, me a good ten yards behind, not knowing who I wanted to punch first, Doug for being right or Archie for being sensible and, well, Archie.
Finally, Doug and Archie slumped to their knees on their ground.
"I'm tired. I'm not walking any further," said Archie, "Let's rest then go back."
Doug turned to me.
"That okay with you? Rest then go back?"
"Suppose." I shrugged.
"Sorry," Doug said to me.
"It's okay," I lied.