midday in summer
`` S -- s -- snakes ! '' said Jimmy . Then he had started to run from the Lago Frio , with his coat on his arm . Dressing was a quick job in those wilds , where at midday in summer one did n't want much clothing . `` No , I wo n't let on ! '' he had cried back over his shoulder . Toro , the Cuban kiddy , sat down on the margin of the cold blue lake and finished his cigarette reflectively .