"Say that in the encounter with the bull he tossed you on his horns, and you can show your wound in corroboration of the story," replied the professor.
The captain did not relish this allusion to his wound, which was situated in an inglorious portion of his anatomy.
Mr. Mole picked up the flask, which was empty, and having discovered this fact, his disgust found vent in words.
"These Indians are the meanest wretches I ever met with," he said.
"What have they done now?" inquired Mr. Twinkle.
"Emptied the flask—drained it dry, sir, by Jove! I had intended to solace myself with a quiet drink, but human aspirations are ever destined to be dashed to the ground."
He sighed deeply.
"Let us go back to the house and enjoy Mr. Van Hoosen's hospitality," suggested Mr. Twinkle.
"I believe that motion was seconded and carried, a few moments ago," said the captain.
"It was," replied the professor.