“Oh, uncle!” I cried, “here comes our guide. He wasn’t offended.”
“Thunder!” cried Uncle Dick, with a comical look of disgust; “he has come back to dinner.”
“Yes, uncle,” I groaned, as I looked at the pigeons; “and he has brought two great hungry fellows with him.”
“Fetch the guns, Nat,” cried my uncle in comical wrath; “let’s fight in defence of our prey. No, don’t; we must bribe them with biscuits to go.”
Uncle Dick looked at me in a miserably resigned way, and it all seemed so droll that these blacks should come up just as we were preparing for such a feast, that I leaned back against the cocoa-nut tree by the fire and laughed till I cried.
Chapter Twenty Two.
Company to Dinner.
I was wiping the tears from my eyes as Mr Ebony, as uncle called him, came up, carrying something in a great palm leaf, while his companions had something else in a basket.