Mark got out of the canoe, slow as molasses. He didn’t like to come a bit, but he couldn’t help himself.
“N-n-next time,” says he, “I won’t forget anythin’.”
“When’ll next time be?” Jiggins asked, with a sort of chuckle.
“It won’t be to-night,” says Mark.
“There hain’t much time left,” I whispered to him.
“There’s t-to-morrow and t-to-morrow night,” he says.
“Somehow I don’t feel a bit sleepy,” I told Mark.
“N-n-neither do I.” He stopped a minnit and tugged at his button of a nose. “But I’m hungry. L-let’s get somethin’ to eat.”
We rummaged around till we found a box of crackers, and we started in on them.
“Hey!” says Collins, from the tent. “What you up to now?”