“Yes. Nature wants all your time now for healing your damaged places. No more talking. I’ll come again by-and-by.”
“How absurd!” said Denham as soon as the tilt had fallen back to its place. “I can’t sleep now. Can you?”
“Impossible,” I said, and I lay looking up at the long slit of blue sky over the wagon-tilt. Then I was looking at something black as ink, and beyond it the slit of blue sky was fiery orange.
“Joeboy?” I said wonderingly.
“Um? Yes, Boss,” was the reply.
“How long have you been here?”
“Um? Long, long time. Boss Val been very fass asleep.”
“Hist! Is Mr Denham asleep?” I whispered.
“Um? Very fass; not move once.”
I was silent for a few moments, struggling mentally to say something, I could not tell what.