Smith smiled wanly, and sat down.
"Let's eat it, Mandy."
But the Baker produced his find and handed it over. It was obviously human handiwork, and Smith livened up.
"A ball, and weighs about seven pounds," he said. "And the hole through it is for a handle. By Jove, it's a costly kind of a black-fellow's waddy. But what's this?"
And he sprang on his feet.
"Look!" and Mandy saw what he had not noticed before. He paled to the lips, and Smith fell back again on the log.
"It's white men again; and why this mark?"
But Smith could not tell him. For the heavy ball was plainly marked with a broad arrow—thus:—
and with his thumb on it, Smith sprang up again and shouted loud: