“If I can find my way, sir!” said the little sailor, laughing. “I think I can do that;” and he trotted off.
“That ought to put some life into him,” growled Buck; “but I want them two chaps to come and see their spirit. There they are, peeping round the corner at us.”
“Yes,” said Mark, “but we are not going to stop here. Don’t you think they ought to come and look after the old savage?”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the doctor. “I should be afraid to trust them. They might do the poor old fellow a mischief. Here, boys, call them up.”
Mark cooeyed, but only made the two blacks shrink back again.
“It’s of no use,” said the doctor. “We must leave him alone.” And after laying their find carefully in his den the little party wended their way back to the camp to report their adventures to Sir James.