Philip's hand had slipped to the butt of his revolver, but he had no intention of using it.

Then he found his voice.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world that he should say what he did.
"Hello, Bram!" "Boo-joo, m'sieu!" Only Bram's thick lips moved.

His voice was low and guttural.

Almost instantly his head disappeared from the opening.
Philip dug himself quickly from his sleeping-bag.