“Yes,” he answered, “but let Sandy rest for a while. This warm rain won’t hurt us.”
The youngest member of the trio rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow.
“I’m all right now. I’m ready to go on. I’m so happy I can’t think. If there was ever a time to feel glad for the sparing of three no-account lives, it’s tonight.”
Not long afterward, they crawled into a dense thicket which, though far from dry, afforded some protection from the steadily falling rain.
“Wake me up early,” Sandy muttered sleepily, as he snuggled down like a young lynx and closed his eyes.
Dick had started to follow his example, when he noticed that Toma still sat like the graven statue of a Hindu god.
“Aren’t you going to lie down?” he asked.
“No,” came the rather startling answer, “Toma no sleepy tonight.”
Dick stared his unbelief.
“How can that be?” he asked incredulously. “Toma, if it wasn’t so blamed dark, I could look into your face and convince myself you’re lying.”