"No, I can't sleep very well anyhow. This darn thing! itches." He held up his damaged arm.
"Well-all right."
Matt was still awake when the curtain opened. Oscar had been sitting cross-legged at the door, waiting; as the native shoved inside a platter of food, he thrust his arm into the opening.
"Remove thy arm," said the native emphatically.
"Attend thou me," insisted Oscar. "I must have speech with thy mother."
"Remove thy arm."
"Thou wilt carry my message?"
"Remove thy arm!"
Oscar did so and the curtain was hurriedly secured. Matt said, "Doesn't look as if they intended to powwow with us, does it, Oz?"
"Keep your shirt on," Oscar answered. "Breakfast. Wake up the others."