“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.”