“Let us try to make friends with him,” suggested Dave. “If we don’t, he may run away, and he can easily do that in these thick woods.”
“If we could only notify the others!”
“You can go back if you wish, while I talk to him.”
“Aren’t you afraid?”
“Oh, I reckon I can take care of myself,” answered Dave.
“Do you not know I gave a million dollars for these fountains?” went on the wild man.
“Well, they are worth it,” answered Dave, calmly. “It is very good water. Why don’t you have it bottled, Mr. Poole?”
“Who calls me Poole? I am the King of Sumatra. My army is following me.”
“To blow up another fort, I suppose,” said Phil, as he commenced to back away.
“Yes.”