“Yes; a little.”
“But how do you manage?”
“I am fishing if any one sees me; but it is very lonely here. I see nothing but the birds,” she added to herself, “and sharks and alligators;” and as she said this she smiled sadly.
“Be careful, then,” said Abel. “Bart, old lad, we will escape.”
There was a loud expiration of the breath from the jungle, and Abel continued—
“I must get up and go on work, or they will be back. Mary, once more, you have a boat?”
“Yes.”
“And can come up here and wait?”
“Yes.”
Quick, short, decided answers each time.