“I mean I went out to talk to father—”
“Well, yes, you said so before,” cried the boy pettishly; and he made as if to lay his head down again.
“No, you don’t!” cried Mark, checking him. “Listen.”
“I—can’t—lis’—I am so slee—”
“Do you want to be eaten up by wild beasts?”
“Eh? No,” cried Dean, fully awake now.
“I came back to the waggon, and was just getting in when something came from behind you.”
“What was it? Not a big snake?”
“No, no. I thought it was a leopard, but I don’t think so now. I only just had a glimpse of it as it jumped out and dropped down at the end there, and scuttled off.”
“Oh!” cried Dean excitedly. “A leopard?”