"I'm as hungry as three, and have been under a terrific strain to keep from eating the finest and fattest baked 'possum you ever saw. Come on."
"'Possum?" said Venning, hurrying forward. "There are no 'possums in
Africa."
"Well, it's something."
"Smells nice."
"Sit down—sit down, and we'll find out what it is afterwards."
They sat down with sighs of relief, and the "'possum" disappeared without a word being spoken.
"Beggar was eating earth-nuts over there, and I bowled him over with a stick. See, there's his skin—long tail and sharp face."
"Monkey," said Mr. Hume.
"Prehensile tail," muttered Venning, examining that appendage.
"Anyway, it was good. See anything more?"
"Lots. One crocodile, and about one million ants and insect things.
Finished your job?"