Lily was, indeed, a jewel in her own way--though a black one.
After a hearty breakfast, of which fruit formed a not unimportant portion, rugs were spread in the shade, and leaving Carrambo on guard--his time for rest would come afterwards--all lay down to snatch a few hours' sleep.
Lily squatted at Conal's head, fanning him with a broad leaf, till finally he slept.
Jeannie curled up beside Frank, and Viking with Duncan. So everyone was contented and happy.
I do not think the boys ever slept more soundly than they did under the cool green shadow of those trees, and when the sun had gone a certain distance round, and Carrambo, acting on his instructions, awoke them, they felt as fresh as meadow larks, and quite fit to resume the journey.
"I hope we won't have any more fighting, boys," said Duncan.
"Why not?" said Frank the Cockney. "I think fighting is good fun.
"Especially," he added, "when you win."
"That's just it, Frank; but the bother is, that if we are hard pressed, the other fellows will win next time, because our cartridges would soon be all expended."
"Let us hope for the best," said Conal. "We have plenty of ammunition for our revolvers."