“Then you are not an Englishman?” said Joe.
“No, only an English boy,” said Rob, laughing. “I say, though, never mind about bragging. I’m precious glad, whatever it was, that it has gone.”
“I remember, now, my father telling me about his hearing some horrible noise in the Grand Chaco one night when the schooner was at anchor close in shore. He said it gave him quite a chill; but I didn’t take any more notice of it then. It must have been one of those things.”
“No doubt,” said Brazier, who had overheard his words; “but there, our adventure is over for this time, and it will be something to think about in the future.”
“Perhaps we shall see it yet,” said Rob.
“I hope not,” cried Joe uneasily.
“Gone, Naylor?” continued Brazier.
“Yes, sir, I think so.”
“Good job too. Why, Naylor, my man, I never thought you were going to bring us to such a savage, dangerous place as this.”
“What? Come, sir, I like that! Says to me, you did, ‘I want you to guide me to some part of the country where I can enter the prime forest.’”