“Unless we’re attacked,” Janet supplemented with a shudder.
“Why bring that up?” Mary laughed. “Dinner is about ready to serve. Let’s make it a date.”
“A date it is,” Sparky agreed.
Their grub box contained a little more than iron rations. Sweet potatoes and sausages each served from a can, big, round white crackers, a square of butter and, aromatic coffee with real sugar and canned cream, made up the bulk of their satisfying meal. Dessert was little wild bananas, and huge, over-ripe grapefruit that were sweet as oranges. These came from the edge of the jungle.
“Um,” Janet breathed. “That was really a feast.”
“Yes, and listen!” Mary exclaimed low, “What was that? Really something different!”
A low rolling sound had come drifting in out of the night.
“A native drum!” was Sparky’s instant answer.
As they listened from farther away came the answer.
“Talking drums,” Mary whispered. “I never expected to hear them.”