"You sick ?" "It weren't pleasant, Johnny." Aldous nodded toward the tent.
"It was--beastly," he whispered.

"But we can't let her feel that way about it, Mac.

Cheer up--and let's get out of this place.

We'll have dinner somewhere over in the valley." They continued packing until only the tent remained to be placed on Pinto's back.

Aldous resumed his loud whistling as he tightened up the saddle-girths, and killed time in half a dozen other ways.