“Yes,” said I. “How long have you been awake?”
“I haven't been asleep.”
“Neither have I.”
“Suppose we light the lantern,” said she. “Don't you think it would be pleasanter?”
“It might be,” I replied; “but it would draw myriads of mosquitoes. I wish I had brought a mosquito-net and a clock. It seems so lonesome without the ticking. Good-night! We ought to have a long sleep, if we do much tramping about to-morrow.”
In about half an hour more, just as I was beginning to be a little sleepy, she said:
“Where is that gun?”
“Here by me,” I answered.
“Well, if a man should come in, try and be sure to put it up close to him before you fire. In a little tent like this, the shot might scatter everywhere, if you're not careful.”
“All right,” I said. “Good-night!”