"I'll just put on my clothes," said Bateman.
"Why, Teddie, didn't you bring a pareo for your friend?"
"I guess he'd rather wear clothes," smiled Edward.
"I certainly would," answered Bateman, grimly, as he saw Edward gird himself in the loincloth and stand ready to start before he himself had got his shirt on.
"Won't you find it rough walking without your shoes?" he asked Edward. "It struck me the path was a trifle rocky."
"Oh, I'm used to it."
"It's a comfort to get into a pareo when one gets back from town," said Jackson. "If you were going to stay here I should strongly recommend you to adopt it. It's one of the most sensible costumes I have ever come across. It's cool, convenient, and inexpensive."
They walked up to the house, and Jackson took them into a large room with white-washed walls and an open ceiling in which a table was laid for dinner. Bateman noticed that it was set for five.
"Eva, come and show yourself to Teddie's friend, and then shake us a cocktail," called Jackson.
Then he led Bateman to a long low window.