“Plenty of spirits, of course, too,” cried the doctor. “I say, my little cooking apparatus I designed—it will be invaluable; and I shall treat myself to a new double gun, and a rifle.”
“No need, my dear boy; I have plenty. But we must have a thoroughly good supply of fishing-tackle of all kinds.”
“And cartridges,” said the doctor. “What do you say to clothes for the rough work?”
“We must have plenty, and flannels and pyjamas,” said Sir John. “A couple of small portable tents, too.”
“And boots for the jungle—high boots. A deal depends on boots.”
“No, not high,” said Sir John, “they’re a nuisance—good lace-up ankle boots, with knickerbockers and leggings.”
“Yes, I believe you are right. My word, old fellow, we’ve got our work cut out to prepare.”
“Yes; how soon would you go?”
“As soon as ever we can get away.”
“That’s the style. Nothing like striking while the iron is hot.”