The timely arrival of Miss Patricia Hamilton, very beautiful in dazzling white, with her solar helmet perched at an angle, smote Bones to silence.
"What have you been saying to Bones?" asked Hamilton severely.
"She said——"
"I said——"
They began and finished together.
"Bones, you're a tell-tale," accused the girl.
"Go on," said Bones recklessly. "Don't spare me. I'm a liar an' a thief an' a murderer—don't mind me!"
"I simply said that I didn't believe he shot the leopard—the one whose skin is in his hut."
"Oh, no," said Bones, with heavy sarcasm, "I didn't shoot it—oh, no! I froze it to death—I poisoned it!"
"But did you shoot it?" she asked.