“But will those seeds grow?”
“Yes, William; I have been told that seeds may remain hundreds of years under-ground, and come up afterwards when exposed to the heat.”
They continued their way, and had not walked for more than a quarter of an hour, when William cried out, “I see the blue sky, Ready; we shall soon be out; and glad shall I be, for my arm aches with chopping.”
“I dare say it does, sir. I am just as glad as you are, for I’m tired of marking the trees; however, we must continue to mark, or we shall not find our way back when we want it.”
In ten minutes more they were clear of the cocoa-nut grove, and found themselves among brushwood higher than their heads; so that they could not see how far they were from the shore.
“Well,” said William, throwing down his hatchet, “I’m glad that’s over; now let us sit down a little before we go any further.”
“I’m of your opinion, sir,” replied Ready, sitting down by the side of William; “I feel more tired to-day than I did when we first went through the wood, after we set off from the cove. I suppose it’s the weather. Come back, dogs; lie down.”
“The weather is very fine, Ready.”
“Yes, now it is; but I meant to have said that the rainy season is very trying to the health, and I suppose I have not recovered from it yet. You have had a regular fever, and, of course, do not feel strong; but a man may have no fever, and yet his health suffer a great deal from it. I am an old man, William, and feel these things now.”
“I think that before we go on, Ready, we had better have our dinner; that will do us good.”