‘I think there is water in the bottom of the cañon,’ said Nan painfully. ‘We must get to water, Rex.’
‘Yes,’ dully. ‘I am numb all over, Nan. I don’t feel a bit good.’
‘Have you any matches, Rex?’
He felt carefully through his pockets. Rex did not smoke, but, due to the fact that Sleepy was always out of matches, he had been carrying a goodly supply.
‘Yes, I have some, Nan.’
‘Good! At least we can keep varmints away from us.’
‘What is a varmint, Nan?’
‘Oh—mountain lions and things like that.’
‘Down here? And we have no gun.’
‘Perhaps it is lucky we haven’t. I’m not much good with a gun, and if you had one I’d be afraid you might shoot me.’