“Oh, bother take them; never mind. We gave them such a dose yesterday they’ll hardly want another.”
“Jill,” I said, “look!”
We had come to a bit of clearing on the banks of the river, and close by a huge tree were the remains of a fire. The ground round it, too, was well beaten down, as if people had lately been round it.
“Strange!” said Jill, “and no one seems about.”
I took up two half-burned branches. The ends were covered with ashes and looked cold. I struck them together, sparks flew out!
“Jill,” I said, “we’ll go back now. The Indians are near us now.”