“That those two black fellows we saw in the canoe will sneak ashore to come and do anything to us with their spears?”
“Rodney!” cried the doctor indignantly.
“But they are sure to have spears, uncle, or else they couldn’t be sticking the fish.”
“Go to sleep, sir!” said the doctor angrily.
Rodd went at once, and did not stir again, till an extra loud crackling of burning wood made him start up in wonder and alarm.
But it was only the morning watch, in the persons of Joe Cross and the appointed cook, making up the fire afresh in view of what Joe called boiling the billy and to give the cook some good broiling embers, for it was the break of day once more.