“Antoine,” he said, “what’s the idea of camping here?”
His friend sleepily turned over on one elbow.
“Why shouldn’t we camp here?”
“I should have thought,” Perry retorted, “that it would be better to camp near water.”
“Yes, yes, but we are near water. Tamia is only ten miles away.”
“There’s water not half a mile away,” declared the boy. “What’s the use of fooling that way?”
“How do you know there is?” queried Antoine, still failing to betray any real interest.
“I can see it!”
“How far away?”
“Less than half a mile, I should say.”