“No; Dean’s yell was enough to scare a whole zoological garden. But lie down, lads, and finish your night’s rest. I’ll light my pipe and play sentry for the remainder of the night.”
“And I’ll sit up with you,” I said.
“No; go to sleep,” he replied, firmly. “I am used to this sort of thing.”
“But I want to get used to it,” I said.
“Afraid?”
This came with a slightly sarcastic tone, which made me turn away from him, and go back into the shelter without a word.
“Come, Esau,” I said; and I wrapped my blanket round me, and lay down at once.
“It’s all very well to say ‘Come, Esau,’” grumbled that gentleman. “You ain’t been half torn to pieces by a bear.”
“But you are not hurt, are you?”
“How do I know when it’s so dark?” he said, petulantly.