“Good morning,” he said. “How did yeh sleep?”
“Oh, just splendidly, and you?” she replied.
“So-so,” he answered.
She looked at him searchingly as he approached her.
“Why I don't believe that you have slept at all,” she cried.
“I didn't feel very sleepy,” he replied evasively.
“You sat up all night on guard!” she exclaimed. “You know you did.”
“De Chinks might o' been shadowin' us—it wasn't safe to sleep,” he admitted; “but I'll tear off a few dis mornin' after we find a feed of some kind.”
“What can we find to eat here?” she asked.
“Dis crick is full o' fish,” he explained, “an' ef youse got a pin I guess we kin rig up a scheme to hook a couple.”