“Better? Yes, I’m better,” said Jem; “but I should like to know one thing.”
“Well, what is it?”
“Will they go on feeding us like this?”
“Yes; and if they don’t, I will.”
“But—it don’t—it don’t mean any games, does it?” said Jem, in a doubting tone.
“You mean making game of you?” said the Englishman with a broad grin.
“Yes, hare or fezzun,” said Jem.
The Englishman laughed, and turned to Don.
“I’ll see if you can’t have a better hiding-place to-night. That was very dangerous, and I may as well tell you to mind where you go about here, for more than one poor fellow has been smothered in the hot mud holes, and scalded to death.”
“Is the water so hot as that?” said Don.