“But the night air.”
“Nothing wrong with it. It’s a Gulf wind an’ as hot as a blanket—ain’t you warm enough?”
“Lots.”
“Ever slept out before?”
“Only in a tent—have you?”
“Which?”
“Slept out before?”
“Heaps o’ times. But I wouldn’t sleep out in a full moon.”
“Why?”
“’Cause I don’t want to wake up with my face twisted to one side like a flat fish—mean to say you don’t know?—either that or a chap goes loony. But there’s no fear tonight; it’s only a half-moon. The only thing I’m frightened of is crabs. We’ve gotta keep our eyes skinned for crabs. This mayn’t be a crab spit; then again, there’s no knowing but it may.”