'Wendy, look at the turtles burying their eggs in the sand.'
'I say, John, I see your flamingo with the broken leg.'
'Look, Michael, there's your cave.'
'John, what's that in the brushwood?'
'It's a wolf with her whelps. Wendy, I do believe that's your little whelp.'
'There's my boat, John, with her sides stove in.'
'No, it isn't. Why, we burned your boat.'
'That's her, at any rate. I say, John, I see the smoke of the redskin camp.'
'Where? Show me, and I'll tell you by the way the smoke curls whether they are on the war-path.'
'There, just across the Mysterious River.'