“No,” whispered Mark. “It was one of those baboons.”
“What baboons? I haven’t seen any baboons.”
“No, no; but one of those that they say live in packs amongst the kopjes.”
“Ugh!” ejaculated Dean. “I believe they bite horribly.”
“Well, did you feel him bite?”
“Of course not! If I had it would have woke me up.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said his cousin, laughing. “Well, at all events one of them must have got in here as soon as I had gone, and been making itself comfortable in my place.”
“I say, I don’t like that,” said Dean. “You shouldn’t have gone.”
“Well, I didn’t want to,” said Mark softly. “But I am glad we are not going to stay here, for though we did not see any, this must be one of the kopjes where the baboons live. I say, do you feel sleepy now?”
“No, not a bit.”