"Only Mike," he whispered. "Lying on his back fast asleep, and snoring like a young thunderstorm in the distance. Come along; we shall have it all to ourselves."
"Where's your father?"
"Gone down to the port in a boat, to see the captain of one of the ships."
Five minutes later they were in a good-sized field, well hedged in with native growth, and displaying a very respectable lawn-like greensward, one which had cost Mr. Kenyon years of trouble to get something like an English meadow.
It was a capital place, and having settled which were to be the goals—though Harry did not call them so—they walked into the middle of the enclosure to make a start.
"Now," said Harry, "of course we don't know exactly how to begin, but—"
"Why didn't we read what it said in the book?" said Phra.
"What book?"
"The one that came in the chest."
"I didn't see any book in the chest."