camo

“I voted for him,” said one immense man in a camo hat and overalls, trailing off into an unintelligible mumble.

For some time it remained almost stationary, then, unconscious of its danger, floated directly under where Camo stood.

One evening one of the two men came back reporting that all was safe, but Camo had not returned.

Camo had just before come in, and, strange to say, had not seen anything of José.

I had never seen one, but Camo had described it to us as we were on our way to the river.

“Here you will be perfectly safe, for there is no other path besides the one by which we have come,” said Camo.