"What shall we do now, Stas?" Nell asked one day, when she had settled down for good to her housekeeping on the "island."
"There is plenty of work to do," the boy answered, after which, spreading out the fingers of one hand, he began to count on them all the work awaiting them.
"In the first place Kali and Mea are pagans, and Nasibu, as a native of Zanzibar, is a Mohammedan. It is necessary to enlighten them, teach them the faith, and baptize them. Then, it is necessary to smoke meat for our future journey and therefore I must go hunting; thirdly, having a good supply of rifles and cartridges, I want to teach Kali to shoot in order that there shall be two of us to defend you; and fourthly—you probably forgot about the kites?"
"About the kites?"
"Yes, those which you will glue, or better still, you will sew. That shall be your work."
"I don't want to play only."
"That won't be all play, but work most useful for all. Don't think that it will end with one kite for you must be ready for fifty or more."
"But why so many?" asked the girl, whose curiosity was aroused.
So Stas began to explain his plans and hopes. He would write on each kite their names, how they had escaped from the hands of the dervishes, where they were, and whither they were bound. He would also inscribe a request for help and that a message be despatched to Port Said. After that he would fly these kites every time the wind was blowing from the west to the east.
"Many of them," he said, "will fall not far off; many will be stopped by the mountains, but let only one of them fly to the coast and fall into European hands—then we are saved."