“It may be possible that it was a mirage,” said George, somewhat impressed by the earnest manner of his sable friend.
“A mirage by moonlight?” inquired Edwin.
“Such things have been heard of, I believe, although very rarely.”
“What’s a mirage?” demanded Jim.
By great perseverance, George succeeded in giving Jim a sort of an idea of what he meant, although, in all probability, he would have regarded the mirage itself equally mysterious and wonderful as the bodily exit of a bona fide island before his eyes.
“All I got to say is, you jes’ go an’ see it, an’ den you’ll stop laughing at dem as what undertakes to explanify it to you.”
“Perhaps we shall have the opportunity, as I have concluded to leave these quarters.”
“What fur?”
“In the first place, our safety demands it. The Indians have found out we are here, and they will hover about and watch us, until some time they will pounce down upon us before we know it.”
“What ob dat? Didn’t they do it last ebening?”