“They told us they would come back tonight or tomorrow,” I said. “If they do, what will you say then, Bickley?”
“I will wait till they come to answer that question. Now let us go for a walk and try to change our thoughts. We are all over-strained and scarcely know what we are saying.”
“One more question,” I said as we rose to start. “Did Tommy suffer from hallucinations as well as ourselves?”
“Why not?” answered Bickley. “He is an animal just as we are, or perhaps we thought we saw Tommy do the things he did.”
“When you found that basket of fruit, Bastin, which the natives brought over in the canoe, was there a bough covered with red flowers lying on the top of it?”
“Yes, Arbuthnot, one bough only; I threw it down on the rock as it got in the way when I was carrying the basket.”
“Which flowering bough we all thought we saw the Sleeper Oro carry away after Tommy had brought it to him.”
“Yes; he made me pick it up and give it to him,” said Bastin.
“Well, if we did not see this it should still be lying on the rock, as there has been no wind and there are no animals here to carry it away. You will admit that, Bickley?”
He nodded.