"Because it makes me feel so hot and stupid. I want to learn how to play, and that's all puzzles and problems, and what do I care when I go to play a game about parallels and bifolds? It's too hot here to learn cricket from books. I say, what shall we do?"
"Let's go to sleep," said Phra.
"Bah! It's too lazy."
"I don't think so," said Phra. "Every one goes to sleep here in the middle of the day."
"No, they don't. I never do."
"Oh! I've seen you more than once when it has been very hot."
"Well, it was an accident, then. It seems so stupid to go to sleep when it's light. Here, come along out again, and let's try and find old Sree."
"Who's to find him? Why, he may be miles away in the jungle."
"But I want him to arrange about going up a long way in a boat. Let's go up that little river again, and see how far we can get. Look here, I know what we'll do. We'll start as soon as it's light, and take plenty to eat with us, and have the next size larger boat out, with four men to paddle and four to rest, and then we can go right on."
"You'd have Sree?"