"Imagine being carried off into the desert by that bunch of whiskers and dirt! And here I've just been waiting all these years to be carried off."
"I'll speak to Bill about it," said Baine.
The girl sniffed. "Bill West's a good cameraman, but he's no sheik. He's just about as romantic as his camera."
"He's a swell guy," insisted Baine.
"Of course he is; I'm crazy about him. He'd make a great brother."
"How much longer we got to sit here?" demanded Naomi, peevishly.
"Until they get the generator truck and twenty-two other trucks through that mud hole."
"I don't see why we can't go on. I don't see why we have to sit here and fight flies and bugs."
"We might as well fight 'em here as somewhere else," said Rhonda.
"Orman's afraid to separate the safari," explained Baine. "This is a bad piece of country. He was warned against bringing the company here. The natives never have been completely subdued, and they've been acting up lately."