“That is he, Raggy—Nanungamanoo.”
“Oh! lah! massa, I teachee he plenty propah, and suppose he no speak good, I give him five, six, ten stick all same as de schoolmastah ob de Bunting switchee me.”
“You better not try,” said Harry, laughing, “or you may find yourself in the wrong box. But here,” he cried aloud, “Nanungamanoo, where are you?”
Next moment Nanungamanoo stood silently before him awaiting his commands.
“You’ve got too long a name, Nanungamanoo.”
“Yes, sahib.”
“Well, we’ll shorten it. We’ll call you Jack. It’s free and easy.”
Jack expressed his pleasure to have an English name, so Jack he became.
“On all ‘occasions of ceremony or state,’ as the Navy List says, Jack, we will resort to your original designation, and you will be Nanungamanoo again.”
For three days and nights Harry and his merry men occupied the cave on the hillside.