“Well it is possible,” replied Chumbley. “What do you say, Harley?” he continued, as the Resident strolled up.
“Say about what?”
“I tell the doctor that I think Rosebury has discovered Ophir, and that is why he does not come back.”
The Resident smiled.
“My dear doctor,” he said, “when do you start?”
“To-morrow morning at daybreak.”
“And you will take three or four men with you—say a sergeant and three privates?”
“Thanks, no,” said the doctor; “but I should like one soldier with me if I can take my pick.”
“I will answer for it that you may.”
“Then I want Chumbley.”