“Yes,” said my uncle, “and there is something more. Look, Ebo has gone on. He seems to understand by our looks when he cannot make out our words.”
For Ebo had trotted forward towards the tree that had taken our attention, where the great hornbill had flown to a dead trunk some ten-feet from the ground, and then flapped away.
Chapter Thirty.
A Curious Married Couple.
As Ebo reached the tree he turned back to us laughing and pointing with his spear, and then signed to us to come, though even when we were close up to him I could see nothing but a tiny hole in the trunk of the great tree.
“It can’t be a nest, uncle,” I said, “because it is not big enough. Perhaps it is a wild bees’ hive.”
“I don’t know yet,” said my uncle. “I’m like you, Nat, a little bit puzzled. If it were not so small I should say it was a nest from the way that great hornbill keeps flapping about and screeching.”
“Shall I shoot it, uncle?” I said eagerly.