I suppose it's the
weather. Come back, dogs; lie down."
"The weather is very fine, Ready."
"Yes, now it is; but I meant to have said that the rainy season is very
trying to the health, and I suppose I have not recovered from it yet.
You have had a regular fever, and, of course, do not feel strong; but a
man may have no fever, and yet his health suffer a great deal from it.
I am an old man, William, and feel these things now."
"I think that before we go on, Ready, we had better have our dinner;
that will do us good."
"Well, we will take an early dinner, and we shall get rid of one bottle
of water, at all events; indeed, I think that, as we must go back by
the same way we came, we may as well leave our knapsacks and everything
but our guns under these trees; I dare say we shall sleep here too, for
I told Mr. Seagrave positively not to expect us back to-night. I did
not like to say so before your mother, she is so anxious about you."
They opened their knapsacks, and made their meal, the two dogs coming
in for their share; after which they again started on their
discoveries. For about ten minutes they continued to force their way
through the thick and high bushes, till at last they broke out clear of
them, and then looked around them for a short time without speaking.
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