“Master is right,” Conseil replied, “and I propose that we set aside three places in our longboat: one for fruit, another for vegetables, and a third for venison, of which I still haven’t glimpsed the tiniest specimen.”
“Don’t give up so easily, Conseil,” the Canadian replied.
“So let’s continue our excursion,” I went on, “but keep a sharp lookout. This island seems uninhabited, but it still might harbor certain individuals who aren’t so finicky about the sort of game they eat!”
“Hee hee!” Ned put in, with a meaningful movement of his jaws.
“Ned! Oh horrors!” Conseil exclaimed.
“Ye gods,” the Canadian shot back, “I’m starting to appreciate the charms of cannibalism!”
“Ned, Ned! Don’t say that!” Conseil answered. “You a cannibal? Why, I’ll no longer be safe next to you, I who share your cabin! Does this mean I’ll wake up half devoured one fine day?”
“I’m awfully fond of you, Conseil my friend, but not enough to eat you when there’s better food around.”
“Then I daren’t delay,” Conseil replied. “The hunt is on! We absolutely must bag some game to placate this man-eater, or one of these mornings master won’t find enough pieces of his manservant to serve him.”
While exchanging this chitchat, we entered beneath the dark canopies of the forest, and for two hours we explored it in every direction.