“Go, my friend, but no imprudence! Don’t wander too far away.”

“Quickly, then, for I see some of the natives getting ready to recross the river.”

“I only hope that they won’t take such a particular fancy to mine!” said Joe, with comic solemnity.

“Well, you may have your choice, master, but I stick to my idea.”

“Keep watch on this side, and I’ll take care of the other.”

“How grand it is!” said he, “and how infinite is the power of God even in its most terrible manifestations!”

“Perhaps! but at all events, here’s what I’ll do to console you.”

“We cannot go any faster,” said the doctor; “we no longer command—we have to obey.”

“As to that, master, with all respect to you,” said Joe, “you’ll never make me believe it.”

“Well, then, one of us must sacrifice himself for the good of all, and it is most natural that it should fall to me to do so.”

“But be careful, Mr. Kennedy; be careful! The lives of all depend upon the life of one.”

“Because we are a thousand feet above them; but close to them you would discover that they are three times as tall as you are!”

“There, sir, as you are always thinking of good sport, yonder is just the thing for you!”

“Let us wait a little longer, Dick, and not lose heart. We cannot be far away from the scene of our accident.”

“So both the brothers escaped the common fate?” queried Kennedy.

“Not exactly, Joe; but don’t be alarmed: I hardly expect to go so far as that.”

“Besides, my friends, unless I am mistaken, the wind has a slight tendency to veer a little more to the eastward, and we must not lose such an opportunity.”

“To what purpose? I repeat that it would be dangerous for us to separate, and, besides, I claim your help for a difficult piece of work.”

“Have no fear, master—have no fear!”

They ceased to be master and servant, in order to become bosom friends.