"Oh yes, sir, such a dinner as they don't get every day," replied the man.
"That's more than you know, Mike," said Harry. "Hunters know how to live well out in the jungle; don't they, Sree?"
"We always manage to get enough, Master Harry," said the man, smiling; "for there is plenty for those who know how to find it in the jungle, out on the river's edge, or in the water."
"And you know how to look for provisions if any man does. But here, you, Mike, they've no business cleaning these things. You finish them; I want to talk to Sree."
Mike took the gun Sree was polishing without a word, and went on with the task, while the hunter rose respectfully and stood waiting to hear what the boys had to say.
"We want to have a day in the jungle," said Harry. "What is there to shoot?"
"A deer, Sahib."
"No," said Phra, frowning; "they are so hard to get near. They go off at the slightest noise."
"The young Sahibs might wait and watch by a water-hole," said the hunter. "It is easier to catch the deer when they come to drink."
"But that means staying out in the jungle all night."