Fred began to walk quietly, signaling to the camp hangers-on to say nothing.

We followed him silently in Indian file.

As he came near the awning Fred tip-toed, and I felt like giggling, or yelling--like doing anything ridiculous.
He who played chess yawned suddenly, and closed the chess-board with a snap.

He got up lazily, smiled, stretched himself like a great good-looking cat, faced Fred, and laughed outright.
"Glad to see you all! Did you get many elephants ?" he asked.
"Monty, you old pirate--I knew it was you!" said Fred, holding a hand out.
Monty took it, and forced him into the chair he had just vacated.
"You damned old liar!" he said, nodding approvingly..