“When will yo’ come back?”
“I intend to call each morning, unless something unexpected prevents.”
“Yo’ won’t forgit to bring some wittles wid yo’ each time, Perfesser?”
“I shall see that your wants in that respect are met; unless,” he grimly added, “the supply in Dawson gives out.”
“Yo’ can reach oder towns if dat tooks place,” suggested Bunk, with no suspicion of the sarcasm of the other remark.
“Bear in mind what I have said: this is to be your home until we are ready to start across the ocean.”
“Yas, sir.”
“If any strangers come near, you don’t give them a word of explanation. Avoid having anything to do with them.”
At that time, Professor Morgan had no knowledge that Harvey Hamilton was or rather soon would be on his track. He therefore made no reference to him, since he did not think it possible that he would become a factor in the problem. He stepped into his seat, and without saying anything further hied away to his workshop. He was impatient to resume his experimentation now that he had the lacking chemical.
At last Bohunkus Johnson found himself alone in the wilds of the southern Adirondacks. He did not need to be reminded that if he wished company he did not have to travel many miles to find it. He was within reach of settlements, and scattered houses and it was no difficult walk to that tent on the shore of the placid lake. But the African trip was an obsession with him. His heart was set on the voyage, of whose perils he never dreamed. Nothing could quench that longing except its realization or death itself.