don't they?"

"Lookeelike! Ugh, they all samee one man. Sing know.
You lookee out, Linee," which was the closest that Sing
had ever been able to come to pronouncing Virginia.

"Why should I look out? He doesn't want me,"
said the girl, laughingly.

"Don't you bee too damee sure 'bout lat, Linee,"
was Sing's inelegant but convincing reply,
as he turned toward his galley.

The following morning the party, with the exception of
three Malays who were left to guard the Ithaca, set out
for the new camp. The journey was up the bed of the
small stream which emptied into the harbor, so that
although fifteen men had passed back and forth through
the jungle from the beach to the camp every day for two
weeks, there was no sign that human foot had ever
crossed the narrow strip of sand that lay between the
dense foliage and the harbor.

The gravel bottom of the rivulet made fairly good
walking, and as Virginia was borne in a litter between
two powerful lascars it was not even necessary that she
wet her feet in the ascent of the stream to the camp.
The distance was short, the center of the camp being
but a mile from the harbor, and less than half a mile
from the opposite shore of the island which was but two