"Let's warm up.""We'll only have to fetch more wood.""I'm cold.""So'm I.""Besides, it's―""―dark. All right, then."Eric squatted back and watched Sam make up the fire. He built a little
tent of dead wood and the fire was safely alight.
"That was near.""He'd have been―""Waxy.""Huh."For a few moments the twins watched the fire in silence. Then Eric
sniggered.
"Wasn't he waxy?""About the―""Fire and the pig.""Lucky he went for Jack, 'stead of us.""Huh. Remember old Waxy at school?""'Boy―you-are-driving-me-slowly-insane!'"