“I am going to treat you with full confidence, just as I trusted you before, Naylor,” replied Brazier.
“Master Rob’s asleep too,” growled the man. “It can’t be true. Here, I say, Mr Jovanny, give a look at me and tell me, am I awake or no?”
“Awake, of course,” said Joe.
“Then all I can say is, Mr Brazier, sir,” said the guide, “you’ve made me ten times more ashamed of myself than I was before, and that hurt I can’t bear it like.”
“Say no more about it, man,” said Brazier. “There, it’s all over now. Let’s have breakfast, and then start for a long day’s collecting.”
“Not say no more about it?” cried Shaddy.
“Not a word. It is all past and forgotten.”
“Can’t be,” growled Shaddy.
“It shall be,” said Brazier, turning to get his gun from under the canvas cabin.
“One moment—look here, sir,” said Shaddy; “do you mean to say that you forgive me?”