“So you did; but we had to start with what we had, and it is all the more glory to us if we get through. Now mind you keep awake.”
“Yes,” said Mark.
Bevis, having given his orders, settled himself very comfortably on the moss at the foot of the oak, tilted his hat aside to shelter him still more, and, with a spray of ash in his hand to ward off the flies, began to forget. In a minute up he started.
“Mark!”
“Yes;” still sulky.
“There’s another oak—no, it’s a banyan up farther; behind you.”
“I know.”
“Well, if you hear any rustle there, it’s a python.”
“Very well.”
“And those dead leaves and sticks in the hole there by the stump of that old tree?”