Tom explained as well as he was able how we had found that the patient was wounded, and the subsequent treatment, and how he had drunk a whole bottle of spirits.
“Make see what thing make hole,” said Calla.
Tom, after some little hunting about, found the splinter of bone which he had cut out in the corner of one of his pockets, and gave it to Calla, who examined it eagerly.
After some minutes he said, pointing to the wounded man,—
“Him lib for die. Piece along of him inside.”
“What!” said Tom; “is there a bit inside him yet?”
“You watch,” said Calla; and giving a whistle, a man who had come over to the little islet with him came into the hut.
To him Calla said something, and he went away, but presently returned, bringing with him a quiver made of basket-work ornamented with shells and sharks’ teeth, which he gave to Calla, who opened it and carefully drew an arrow tipped with a splinter of bone, and putting the piece that had been cut out of Bristol Bob by it, said,—
“You see make same here,” pointing to the middle of the head of the arrow.
Looking carefully, we saw that the bone tip in its entirety was about four inches long, and beautifully worked up, so that the end of it, for more than an inch, was scarcely thicker than a pin, and that then it was cut nearly through.