“Oh no. I’m too tired, really.”
“You are a chap! Why, we might take one of the boats and have a row. Go off to one of the prahus, and startle the beggars. No, that wouldn’t do, because they might throw spears at us.”
“But they couldn’t hit us if they did.”
“Couldn’t they! You don’t know. They throw them splendidly. Why, I know fellows here who could hit you with a spear every time at thirty yards, and send the thing right through you.”
“Ugh!” ejaculated Ned, with a shudder. “Come along, and we’ll get Hamet to give us some coffee.”
“And bring us pipes. I say, let’s try and smoke.”
“Nonsense!”
“Well then, let’s go down to the jetty. You can see the fireflies down by the river-side. They look wonderful on the other bank.”
“Then let the monkeys and crocodiles look at them. I don’t want to look at anything. I’m so tired.”
“Then sit in a sampan, and I’ll row you about among the crocs.”