"I'll tell the world I am."
"You're goin' to be a whole lot sicker before we get out of this Bansuto country," remarked Bill West.
"You're telling me!"
"How's the Madison, Rhonda?" inquired West.
The girl shrugged. "If she wasn't so darned scared she wouldn't be in such a bad way. That last touch of fever's about passed, but she just lies there and shakes—scared stiff."
"You're a wonder, Rhonda. You don't seem to be afraid of anything."
"Well, I'll be seein' yuh," remarked Baine as he walked toward his own tent.
"Afraid!" exclaimed the girl. "Bill, I never knew what it was to be afraid before. Why, I've got goose-pimples inside."
West shook his head. "You're sure a game kid. No one would ever know you were afraid—you don't show it."
"Perhaps I've just enough brains to know that it wouldn't get me anything. It doesn't even get her sympathy." She nodded her head toward the tent.