“Then they may repent and come?” said Brazier.
Shaddy uttered a low chuckling sound.
“And I shall save my collection after all.”
“Don’t you think it, sir!” said Shaddy seriously. “They couldn’t get back, as I said; and if they could they daren’t, on account of you and me. They’ve got a wholesome kind of respect for an Englishman, and no more dare face us now than fly.”
Brazier sighed.
“Oh, never mind, sir!” said Shaddy cheerily. “Things might be worse than they are. We’re alive, and can find means to live. We don’t know but what we may get away all right after all. If I might give you my advice—”
“Give it, by all means,” said Brazier.
“Well then, sir, seeing that you came out to collect your flowers and plants, I should say, ‘Go on collecting just as you did before, and wait in hopes of a boat coming along.’”
“But it might be years first.”
“Very well, sir; wait years for it. You’d have made a fine collection by that time.”