Part 62 (1/2)
”You never brought me any,” said Bevis.
”You never ordered me, captain.”
”Why can't you be agreeable?”
”Why can't you ask anybody, and do something yourself, too.”
”Don't be a stupe,” said Bevis, ”so I will. But get me a biscuit, now do.” At this Mark fetched the bag for him.
”We shall have to wait a long time for our dinner,” he said. ”They're just having a jolly one at home.”
”While they're at home and comfortable we're on an island seven thousand miles from anywhere.”
”Savages all round.”
”Magic things.”
”If they only knew, wouldn't they be in a state.”
”s.h.i.+ps fitted out to find us. But they would not know which way to sail.”
”No charts.”
”Nothing.”
”Never find us. I say, get a fork and try the bacon.”
”Don't look done.”
”Put some more sticks on. I say; we forgot the potatoes.”
”O! bother. It's hot; don't let's have any. Let's sit still.”
”Right.”
Pan looked from one to the other, ran round and came back, went into the underwood and came out again, but finding that it was of no use, and that the gun was really put aside, he presently settled down like them in the shade, and far enough from the fire not to feel any heat from it.
”Oaks are banyans, aren't they?” said Mark. ”They used to be, you know,” remembering the exploration of the wood.
”Banyans,” said Bevis.
”What are beeches?”
”O! teak.”
”That's China; aren't we far from China?”
”Ask me presently when I've got the astrolabe.”
”What are elms? Stop, now I remember; there are no elms!”