“Yes. It is in that jungle, yonder.”

“I don’t know where it is, but it must be somewhere near. Well, what is it?”

“A wild man of the woods.”

“What! an orang-outang?”

Mark nodded.

“Well, if it is, we shall have to tame him. My word, he must have a fine broad chest, Mark, and he has a wonderful voice for a song. There, I don’t think we are in any danger for the present, and it must be nearly the end of our watch by the look of the sun. Here comes the captain.”


Chapter Twenty Three.

How Billy Widgeon was damped.