"Cooey!"
But the forest swallowed up his cry as it had swallowed them up.
They walked again, and Mandeville carried the gold ball.
"The broad arrow is the naval sign on stores," said Smith.
"And on convicts' clothes, too," said Mandeville. "I know'd a man as did time, and 'e told me."
"We're not likely to meet either sailors or convicts here," said Smith. "It's a mystery. I don't feel hungry, but sick. What kind of a country is it? It's full of horror, and thirst, and hunger, and cannibals, from the Leeuwin to the North Cape." And he stopped trembling.
"Steady, old man," said the Baker, "we may strike it yet."
"We'll never get out. It's my luck," said Smith. "This day will do me. Give me a drop of water."
He sat down and twisted.
"Oh these accursed pains," he groaned, and then he looked up at the Baker. "I'm sorry to howl, Baker, but it did catch me then."