"Naw, young feller; there ain't nothin' what can even make 'em blink."
"Well, what's the matter?"
Pete's answer to this was a series of chuckles and other weird sounds even more astonishing than his facial contortions.
"If you could tell us where you feel the worst," suggested Tim, kindly, "why—"
Pete guffawed loudly.
"If there's anything on your mind, then"—Tim beamed pleasantly—"out with it."
"Ha, ha!" laughed Pete. "An' ye don't want no guide, hey? Don't have to go to—to Africa to git big game, do ye? Expect to bag somethin' whoppin'! Ha, ha!"
"Africa—Africa! Why, the extent o' your knowledge is simply surprisin'," murmured Jack.
Pete's grimaces and chuckles began again. Suddenly he burst into a roar of laughter, slapped his knees, then rose to his feet, while the deeply interested crowd stared at him in amazement.
"For goodness' sake, Peter," cried Bob, "tell us!"