“While I was asleep?”
“While you were asleep,” said Chumbley, spitting vigorously.
“Ah, my dear fellow, I shall—”
“Hold your row. Light a cigar, or they’ll be suspicious.”
Hilton obeyed without a word, and Chumbley went on:
“So when you are ready we’ll pocket a table-knife apiece, fill our pockets with portable meat of some kind, and then be off.”
“Why not to-night?”
“I don’t see why not,” replied Chumbley, coolly; “I’m ready. It will do you good—a bit of a scamper through the jungle, even if we get caught.”
“No scoundrel shall catch me alive.”
“I say, old man, don’t talk as if the Malays were fly-papers and you were a pretty insect.”