"Yes," said the girl.
"And you can talk it?"
"Of course," said the girl; "what the devil do you mean?"
But she used the word in an odd, wild, natural way, which showed mere curiosity, not anger. It struck Smith as being so utterly incongruous that he was absolutely thunder-struck, and for a moment could say nothing. Presently he recovered.
"But what are you all doing here?" he asked.
"I don't savvy," said the girl a bit sulkily.
"Have you always lived here?"
The young savage shook her head, and looked at him contemptuously.
"No fear," she replied; "we came here from Wonga Wonga."
"And where's Wonga Wonga?"