"I know," cried Mark. "Here, Dan, what about the soup?"
"Plenty, sir--only wants making hot."
"Be off and get a tinful, if you can find your way."
"If I can find my way, sir!" said the little sailor, laughing. "I think
I can do that;" and he trotted off.
"That ought to put some life into him," growled Buck; "but I want them
two chaps to come and see their spirit. There they are, peeping round
the corner at us."
"Yes," said Mark, "but we are not going to stop here. Don't you think
they ought to come and look after the old savage?"
"Well, I don't know," said the doctor. "I should be afraid to trust
them. They might do the poor old fellow a mischief. Here, boys, call
them up."
Mark cooeyed, but only made the two blacks shrink back again.
"It's of no use," said the doctor. "We must leave him alone." And
after laying their find carefully in his den the little party wended
their way back to the camp to report their adventures to Sir James.