“Correct!” shouted Alex.
“You know it!” Jule contributed.
“Glorious!” Case declared.
The boys talked until midnight, looking over the moonlit river and listening, at intervals to the sounds of the jungle.
“It is just like a large city!” Case observed. “There is such a continuous clamor that individual noises are lost. We hear only the full-throated roar of races and forget the existence of the little voices. But the little voices are there. They make the roar!”
“We’ll all make a roar about getting up in the morning!” Jule said, “if we don’t get to bed.”
He looked about the crowded deck where so many hammocks swung and then up to the roof of the cabin.
“I wonder,” he mused, “if the mosquitos would eat me up before morning if I should make a bed up on the cabin?”
“They would do their best!” Alex replied.
“Anyway,” Jule decided, “I’m going to try it.”