“What about?”
“About what you found next.”
“I didn’t find nothing next, only paths—helephant-paths that go right away somewhere.”
“Yes. Go on.”
“Well, I did go on as far as I dared, sir; but it was all dark, and I couldn’t do anything so long as the Malay chaps were talking, and when they were quiet I was afraid to stir for fear of waking them up.”
“But didn’t you find out where the paths led to?”
“No, sir. I did try.”
“Well, but didn’t you strike out into the jungle?”
Peter chuckled.
“Strike out, sir! Why, you’re shut in everywhere, and it’s like trying to break through a sort of natural cane basket.”