Harry soon joined him.
“You have stayed long,” he said.
“I have plenty of ammunition, something to eat, and the rifle, and—”
“Well, and what else?”
“Nothing else,” said the Indian, showing a row of teeth like alabaster; “I have floated all the rest of the ammunition down stream.”
“You are clever, but hark! did you not hear some sound? I believe they are stirring.”
“No, no, that was a lion miles away.”
“Come, then, lead on.”
“Which way?”
“West. They are sure to think I have gone in the direction of the coast.”