"Him down there," said Li Ho. "Moon-devil push 'um. Plenty stlong devil!" Li Ho shrugged.
Spence's clenched hands relaxed.
"Dead?" he asked dully.
"Heap much dead," said Li Ho. "Oh, too much squash!" He made a gesture.
Benis was not quite sure what happened then. He remembers leaning against a tree. Presently he was aware of a horrible smell—the smell of some object which Li Ho held to his nostrils.
"Plenty big smell," said Li Ho. "Make 'urn sit up."
Benis sat up.
"Where is—" he began. But his throat closed upon the question. He could not ask.
"Missy in tent," said Li Ho stolidly. "Missy plenty tired. Sleep velly good."
Spence tried to take this in ... tent ... sleep ...