"It wasn't the Pope, Frank, but Pope the poet."
"Ah, well, it doesn't matter; only I had such grand dreams last night."
"Indeed!"
"Yes, indeed. I was wandering through the diamond mines of Golconda, with Aladdin's lamp in one hand and a horse's nose-bag in the other. And I filled that nose-bag too, you bet."
"Well, Aladdin, or not Aladdin, I move now that we move up the hillside and take formal possession of the Portuguese old fort."
"I second the moving motion," said Conal.
So Duncan and Conal became the carriers; Frank, with Vike, remaining below on guard until everything was taken up.
It took them the whole of that day, and the next as well, to settle down in their new quarters, and to make everything snug and comfortable.
To their great delight, at the foot of a rock not far off they found a small well with a spring of the coldest water, bubbling up through the rocks.
It was partly no doubt on account of this very well, that the former inhabitants of the fort had chosen this spot as their habitat.