"Ever seen any?"
"No, but my father says they are. He has seen them stuffed, and they are so beautiful then that they must be wonderfully lovely alive."
"Let's go on," said Phra thoughtfully. "Perhaps we shall get another shot or two, in spite of the monkeys."
The man set the boat gliding on again, and Harry sat with his gun cocked, waiting to see the little grey face peer out from among the leaves.
"I wouldn't pepper him, Harry," said Phra.
"Not going to," was the reply. "I've only put some powder to frighten him."
"That's right; but I don't see anything moving."
"They'll show themselves directly. Then we'll stop, and when the little old fellow shows his face I'll fire."
But the shots already fired had been sufficient, sending the troop away through the trees at the quickest pace they could command, and the two boys looked in vain.
Soon after, they had capital chances at different kinds of parrots, but did not lift their guns, these birds being abundant, and the little museum amply supplied with their skins; but upon coming abreast of an opening, the boat stopped, for it seemed a likely place for something novel.