CHARLEY BLACK'S ADVENTURES.
"Now then," said Jack, when breakfast was fairly begun, "tell us all about it, Charley."
"Well," replied Charley, "you know we're Robinson Crusoes."
"Oh! stop your nonsense and tell your story," said Ned, who was wildly impatient to hear of Charley's adventures.
"That's just what I am telling," answered Charley. "As I said, we're Robinson Crusoes and I've seen the savages."
"What do you mean?" asked Jack.
"Why, Friday, of course, but that's a mistake too. His real name must be Thursday, and he isn't tame either. Really I begin to believe Robinson Crusoe fibbed."
"Have you gone crazy, Charley, or what is the matter?" asked Ned, beginning now to be really alarmed lest his comrade's experience, whatever it had been, had unsettled his mind.
"I never was more rational in my life," replied the boy, with a smile; "but you won't let me tell my story in my own way. Listen now and don't interrupt. You remember how frightened Crusoe was when he discovered the footprint in the sand?"
"Yes, certainly."