"That is a white man," cried Harry.
Anasa nodded, his manner indicating that he felt sure that the boys would recognize him as belonging to their race. George went up to him, and held out his hand. In response the man gave a listless look, and slowly raised the left hand, which was grasped by George, who said: "I am glad to see you. Who are you? We are white, the same as you are."
The man made no sign, and his arm dropped to his side as George relaxed his grasp. Harry touched George on the shoulder, as he said: "There is something the matter with him. Ask Anasa about him."
Calmo put the question, and this was the reply: "We found the poor fellow on the beach many moons ago. We brought him here, and tried to heal him, but he does not speak, and one side of him has no life."
The man made no show of recognition, and the only motion observable was a twitching jerk of the left arm, and a slightly swaying motion of the head.
"John must know about this," said George.
"By all means," was the reply.
Calmo was told about the wonderful man John, and that he should be called at once, so one of the[p. 181] accompanying natives was instructed to bring John, and he speeded away on the errand.
George stood outside of the hut when John came up. "This is a remarkable thing. Did they tell you about it?"
"No."