“Can I do anything, Mr. Blake?” asked Miss Leslie.
“Hunt a shady spot.”
“But I really mean it.”
“Well, if that’s straight, you might go on along the gully, and see if there’s any place to get to the top. You could pick up sticks on the way back, if any are left. We’ll have to fumigate this tree hole before we adopt it for a residence.”
“Will it be long before you finish with your–with the bodies?”
“Well, now, look here, Miss Jenny; it’s going to be a mess, and I wouldn’t mind hauling the carcasses clear down the gully, out of sight, if it was to be the only time. But it’s not, and you’ve got to get used to it, sooner or later. So we’ll start now.”
“I suppose, if I must, Mr. Blake– Really, I wish to help.”
“Good. That’s something like! Think you can learn to cook?”
“See what I did this morning.”
Blake took the cord of cocoanut fibre which she held out to him, and tested its strength.