“A vulture; they are never far away.”
“Ugh!” she shuddered; “always waiting for something to die! How can a man live here, knowing that?”
“I don’t propose to die out-doors,” said Haltren, laughing.
Again the huge shadow swept between them; she shrank back with a little gesture of repugnance. Perhaps she was thinking of her nearness to death in the inlet.
“Are there alligators here, too?” she asked.
“Yes; they run away from you.”
“And moccasin snakes?”
“Some. They don’t trouble a man who keeps his eyes open.”
“A nice country you live in!” she said, disdainfully.
“It is one kind of country. There is good shooting.”