"Nonsense! The voyage will have done them good. So will the 'physical jerks' they're going through at present. I don't see what they'll have to complain about."
"You will when you try to explain matters."
Gran'pa was determined, however.
"You leave it to me!" he boasted.
"I've no intention of doing otherwise."
He contemplated me for awhile.
"So you think we ought to go on—and on—and on?" he said, at last.
"I certainly think that we should do what we can until the dry season is over."
Gran'pa thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and strode up and down the veranda of our bungalow. He was a man who always hated the idea of giving up a task to which he had once put his hand, and I knew that there was some unconfessed reason behind this sudden desire to leave Corisco.
I asked him what it was.