The Ape Boy looked thoughtfully at the sky.
“I scarcely know. Now that my father is dead, I am quite alone. I have lived much alone but while he was alive I did not feel as now—without any friends at all.”
“None at all? What of us?” The Mammoth appeared much grieved.
“I meant men-friends—my own people,” Pic replied. “They say—my father said so too—that men and animals can never be friends. I do not see why it should be so. Except for my father, I have known none that please me more than do you and Wulli.”
“Why not join us?” said the Mammoth. “We are two; with you we would be three. I wish it could be so.”
“And the Rhinoceros—what does he say?”
Wulli’s eyes twinkled. He bobbed his head up and down until his ears rattled.
“We are three,” he grunted. “Good; let us be off. We can be of no more help to this dead Trog-man.”
“Agh!” Pic looked down and scratched his head. “What is to be done with the body? I cannot leave it like that—so cold and alone.”