"Anywhur; nowhur. Jis' use 'roun' th' country, eat'n' 'n' sleep'n' fust one place 'n' 'nother."
Feeling cramped, I now reclined upon my elbow with my head away from the fire. In this position my companion was invisible.
"Why did you come here to-night?" I resumed, pulling leisurely on my briar-root, and noting idly that the stars had become much thicker.
"I's goin' to sleep in th' shack," was the prompt reply. "Lots 'n' lots o' times I've slep' thur."
"And now I've rooted you out. I'm sorry."
"'Tain't wuth worryin' 'bout. I'll go on to th' P'int d'reckly."
I twisted my head in his direction with a swift movement.
"The Point?... Lizard Point?"
"Lizard P'int."
He evinced no surprise that I knew the name.