“Yis, yis; there’s two. Mozey and meself have just discovered thim.”
“And what does Mozey think they are?”
“Trath, he’s perplixed the same as meself. We can’t make hid or tail av thim. If there had been but wan, I’d a sayed it was a willy-wisp.”
“Will-o’-the-wisp! No, it can scarce be that,—the two being together. Ah! I hear sounds.”
“Yes, masther, we’ve heerd thim long ago.”
“Why didn’t you awake us? We must have drifted nearly across the lagoa. Those sounds, I should say, come out of the forest, and that, whatever it is, must be among the trees. Munday! Munday!”
“Hola!” answered the Indian, as he started up from his squatting attitude: “what is it, patron? Anything gone wrong?”
“No: on the contrary, we appear to have got very near to the other side of the lagoa.”
“Yes, yes!” interrupted the Indian as soon as the forest noises fell upon his ear; “that humming you hear must come thence. Pa terra! lights among the trees!”
“Yes, we have just discovered them. What can they be?”