Woo, having completed his work, and having hung his frying-pans and other equipment to nails driven in a tree, sat down on his haunches by the fire, and, after composing himself, lost his long yellow fingers in the mysterious depths of his wide-flowing sleeves.
“Me savvy plenty fine night,” he observed, gazing blissfully up into the sky. “You savvy plenty fine night, too?” he asked, looking soulfully at Miss Briggs.
“I savvy the same as you do, Woo,” replied Elfreda soberly. “It is going to be a fine night for sleep, but I think the air will be cooler later on.”
Woo nodded wisely, and Stacy glanced up with quickened interest.
“Are we going to sleep on the ground?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered Tom Gray. “You ought to be used to that.”
“Are there snakes up here?” questioned the fat boy apprehensively.
“Me savvy plenty snake,” the guide informed them.
“What kind?” wondered Emma.
“Lattlers.”