“Yes; where is it?”
“Bad un!” he said sharply. “Jimmy smell up poo boo! Bad; not good a eat. No get camp a night. Jimmy fro um all away!”
“Thrown it away!” I cried.
“Yes; bad ums. Jimmy fro um all away!”
“You lazy humbug!” I said with a laugh, in which he good-humouredly joined.
“Yess—ess—Jimmy laze humbug! Fro um all away.”
“But I say, look here, Jimmy!” I said anxiously, “what do you mean?”
“Light fire here; go asleep! Findum camp a morning. All away, right away. Not here; no!”
He ended by shaking his head, and I called to the doctor:
“Jimmy says we shall not find the camp!” I said hastily; “and that we are going wrong.”