“Most singular thing,” said the doctor. “We can’t go away and leave him alone in these wilds. But have everything ready for an immediate start, and we must wait.”
“I say, Morny,” said Rodd, “what do you make of this? Here, stop a minute, though. Can you think of any way by which he could go?”
Morny shook his head.
“There’s no path into the forest,” he said, “and it’s just as dense on the other side if any one ventured to swim across the river to go from there.”
“To go where?” said Rodd sharply.
“I don’t know. I was only thinking of what any one might try to do.”
“And then,” said Rodd, “there’s only up the river and down the river, and he had no boat. But it’s no use to bother; we have got to wait and see; and we mustn’t forget those two poor niggers. I wonder whether they will follow us back?”
“Sure to,” said Morny; “right back to the vessels.”
“Hi! Joe Cross!” cried Rodd. “Put what’s left of the breakfast in a wild banana leaf again and leave it on the bank.”
“Got it all ready here, sir,” was the reply.