“I dunno, sir. Don’t know nothing about it, only that I lay down and snuggled the sand over me a bit. Next thing I heard was those birds. How did you get on, sir?”
“Slept! oh, so soundly!”
“And feel all the better for it, sir?”
“Yes—no, my head aches and feels sore from the blow.”
“Ah, I should like to have a turn at those chaps, Mr Jack, sir; I owe ’em one, and you owe ’em one too. Perhaps we shall get a chance to pay ’em some day.”
“I hope not,” said Jack, who was hurrying on his clothes.
“You hope not, sir?”
“Yes, of course. I hope we may never see or hear anything of them again. And perhaps they’re waiting on the mountain side to seize us as soon as we go out of this cave.”
“Then we mustn’t go out till they’re gone, sir. Clothes pretty dry, sir?”
“Yes, Ned, they seem quite dry; but I want to bathe.”