“Then I hollered again,” said Jack.
“Yes; go on!” I cried impatiently.
“I did go on,” he replied. “I went on hollering, but them chaps at the camp were asleep, and I began to feel that I should have to let go soon; only I wouldn’t, because I wanted to find out first what had become of the professor. Then at last you came, and that’s all; only I don’t feel much like walking very far to-day, so I shall sit still and fish.”
“Fish! what, with things like that in the water?” I exclaimed.
“Oh! they won’t hurt me,” said Jack; “because I shall be on the look-out now, and won’t go in after the next fish that takes my line. I say, where’s Gyp?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I have not seen him.”
“Crocodiles are very fond of dogs,” said Jack quietly. “I hope one of ’em hasn’t got Gyp.”
“Oh, no! he’d be too sharp for one of the reptiles,” said the doctor reassuringly.
“I don’t know,” said Jack in his quiet drawl. “I thought I was much too clever for crocodiles; but they’re sharp—precious sharp about the teeth. Perhaps he’s gone hunting something. He often used at home.”
“Oh, yes; he’ll come back,” I said.