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"You poor boy! No wonder your faith is strained. The Crackers call the
gopher a salamander, and they also call the land turtle a gopher. Their
burrows are alike and usually in the same neighbourhood."
"Well, what I want to know is where you had time to learn all this?" he
persisted.
"From my tame Seminole, if you please."
"Your Seminole!"
"Yes, indeed, my dear, barelegged, be-turbaned Seminole, Little Tiger. I
am now twenty, Mr. Hamil; for ten years every winter he has been with us
on our expeditions. A week before we start Eudo Stent goes to the
north-west edge of the Everglades, and makes smoke talk until he gets a
brief answer somewhere on the horizon. And always, when we arrive in
camp, a Seminole fire is burning under a kettle and before it sits my
Little Tiger wearing a new turban and blinking through the smoke haze
like a tree-lynx lost in thought."
"Do you mean that this aboriginal admirer of yours has already come out
of the Everglades to meet you at your camp?"
"Surely he is there, waiting at this moment," she said.


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