“Only this, sir. Remember what you saw last night?”
“Yes,” cried Mark eagerly. “Did you see it too?”
“Well, I’m not sure, sir; only think I did.”
“Think?”
“Well, you see, sir, what you said seemed to make me expect that I should see something. I could not be sure.”
“Well, we had better tell my father and the doctor, and let’s do it now.”
Mark led the way straight to where the above were busily talking together and just about to start for a further exploration of the gigantic walls whose ruins cropped up in all directions; and after the matter had been discussed it was decided that though there was a doubt as to whether it was not all imagination, it would be wise to try to keep up a stricter watch by night.
“You see,” said Dan, as Sir James and the doctor resumed their search, “it’s like this, sir. It might be some animile or one of them doggy monkey things come stealing about in the night, or even one of the niggers come to see if he could pinch something good out of the stores.”
“That’s hardly likely,” said Mark.
But a morning or two later Mark went up to his father and startled him with a question: