“To light the pipe?”
“No; it will be to light this jolly old bamboo house. It will blaze up like fun.”
“And roast us to death!”
“Not it. We won’t be inside. Perhaps we can run away in the scrimmage.”
Silence again, and hot, weary, and miserable, the boys lay there in the darkness, till a peculiar sound struck Ned’s ear.
“Asleep?” he said.
“No; who’s going to sleep if you talk so. Yes, there it is again. Hurrah!”
“Then you did hear that sound?”
“Hear it? Yes. Know what it is?”
“I thought it was a crocodile in the river.”