“And all ours. Doctor Kingsmead, we ought to take possession of this place for our own. But I say, did you see anything wonderful?”
“N–no. Plenty of beautifully coloured birds; lovely flowers in abundance. Beetles and butterflies as beautiful as I ever saw.”
“Any snakes?”
“I saw none, and I should hardly think there would be any; but I saw two crocodiles.”
“Did you?” cried Carey. “Where—up in the lake?”
“No, directly after I started, in the little river. Monsters.”
“Any fish in the lake?”
“I could not tell. Most likely there would be. But I’m tired with my walk. I’ll tell you more as I think of what I saw.”
“Just one thing, sir,” said Bostock, apologetically. “When you was up atop of the peak, could you see land anywheres?”
“I could not be quite sure, but I think so, in three different directions. I certainly saw reefs with the breaking water in several places as far as I could see. I ought to have taken a glass with me. Next time I go up I will. Well, what have you been about?”