“All right. Make a fire.”
Thus the savages gloated over their prey. They went back up the bank and through the firs to the sward.
“Where shall we make the fire?” said Mark. “In the quarry?”
“That old stupe may come for sand.”
“So he may. Let’s make it here.”
“Everybody would see.”
“By the hedge towards the elms then.”
“No. I know, in the hollow.”
“Of course, nobody would come there.”
“Pick up some sticks.”