“I don’t know.” The sight was the only defect of the weapon; how to fasten that on they did not know.
“I hit it without a sight,” said Mark.
“Chance.”
“That it wasn’t.”
“It’s time to have dinner, I’m sure,” said Bevis. “The gun is to be put away now. I’ll take it in; you get some sticks for the fire.”
“O! very well,” said Mark shortly. “But there’s plenty of sticks inside the stockade!”
He followed Bevis and began to make a pile in their enclosed courtyard. Bevis having left the gun in the hut came out and helped him silently.
“It’s very hot here.”
“Awful!”
“Tropics.”