“That you, Miss Felice?” Hal asked anxiously.
“Yes, Mr. Hal.” Her small, slim body framed the doorway. “Why, I thought you went to bed an hour ago!”
“I thought you did too!”
“Yes, but I was restless.”
“Same here. Your grandfather asleep?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Nothing. Say, I was wondering what quem nao arrisca nao ganha means! Can you tell me?”
“He who risks nothing, gains nothing,” she answered promptly. “Where did you hear it, Mr. Hal?”
“Oh, from two Brazil-nuts.” He laughed. “How near are we to the next settlement and how many people live there?”
She laughed softly.