“But Enola, this has been a long, hard tramp for you,” said Mr. Graham.
“Tramp, Uncle,” said Enola, “have you so soon forgotten the zebras and elephants? I came on a zebra.”
“Oh, that is so,” said Mr. Graham, “I had forgotten for the moment. You look tired though, nevertheless, Enola.”
“And I am tired,” said Enola. “It is quite a journey even on the back of a zebra. But I see little chance for a comfortable night’s rest here.”
“The only bed is this stony surface,” said Mr. Bruce, “but you surely cannot expect to stay here over night.”
“And why not, pray,” said Enola. “And am I better than are you? Did I not withstand the hardships of the jungle? I want to remain here to-night and to-morrow and see this crevice and more of these stony surroundings.”
“Very well,” said Mr. Graham, “I know there is no use in talking to you when you once get a notion in your head; but you will find this the hardest bed you ever slept upon.”
“Don’t worry about me, Uncle, I will get along all right, but I brought you all something to eat and you had better get at it.”
“I will forgive you now for having come,” said Mr. Graham, “for I, as well as the rest of us, am just about starved.”
“I am glad that you look on my sin as pardonable,” laughed Enola, “but, believe me, bringing food was a secondary thought. I came only to see the strange things in this part of the world, and when about to start, thought that, as I was coming here, I might as well bring this food with me.”