“Well, that caps all. Some one said so the other day aboard ship, but I didn’t believe it. Fancy a set o’ savages having hot water all ready for them. I say, though, Mas’ Don, it’s very nice.”
Just then Ngati came up smiling, but as Jem afterwards said, looking like a figure-head that was going to bite, and they were led off to a whare and furnished with a good substantial meal.
Chapter Twenty Nine.
An unwelcome Recognition.
“It arn’t bad,” said Jem; “but it’s puzzling.”
“What is?” said Don, who was partaking of broiled fish with no little appetite.
“Why, how savages like these here should know all about cooking.”
The breakfast was eaten with an admiring circle of spectators at hand, while Ngati kept on going from Don to his tribesmen and back again, patting the lad’s shoulder, and seeming to play the part of showman with no little satisfaction to himself, but with the effect of making Jem wroth.