"You're joking."
"I wish I was," I said, closing the gate.
"It sounded just like the swamp-buggy."
"I know. Probably looks like it too—for now."
"Are you nuts?"
"Why do you think the natives ran away—and Kramer too. Wompan's deadly dangerous game."
"So stop smiling about it."
"I think it's funny," I said, "being left alone like this. You know what Wompan means in the Ringin dialect?"
Harry said he did not.
"It means, mimic."