“Of course we didn’t—any more than we found your Zulu.”
“Then why did you insist so on hunting the Zulu?”
Lithway colored a little. “Well, to tell the truth, I never wholly believed in that snake. If you or Wender had only seen her, now!”
“I don’t see why Wender was so worried,” I said. “After all, a snake might have got in—and got out.”
“He saw it twice,” explained Lithway.
“Symptoms,” I murmured. “Had he ever had an adventure with a rattlesnake?”
“No.”
“Then why should it make him nervous?”
“I suppose”—Lithway looked at me a little cautiously, I thought—“just because he never had seen one. He said, I remember, that that rattlesnake hadn’t been born yet.”
I laughed. “Wender is sensitive. The ghost of a rattlesnake that has never lived—well, you can’t be more fantastic than that!”