"It is too late now.

We are going to sleep." "Me come dis." He lowered his hand toward the ground.

"Too much mans--no like--Indian wait all go 'way--dis man much beeg fight--no good.

Come queeek--boy go die." Already Mandy had made up her mind.
"Let us hurry, Allan," she said.
"You can't go to-night," he replied.

"You are dead tired.