"Water, Mak," cried the doctor. "Tell them what I want. You have been here twice, Mark, and can guide me to the spot where the little fellow lies." "Yes, all right," said Mark eagerly, and he made one or two attempts to find the place he wanted, but gave up, with a look of annoyance. "You see, we came in a different way yesterday, and that has bothered me, because the trees are all alike right round, and--here, one of you--I mean you," he continued, beckoning to the little fellow he supposed to be a chief. "Wounded pigmy--bad arm--doctor's come to see him. Come, surely you can understand that?" "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Dean. "I say, Mark, you are getting on badly with the language! I could have managed it as well as that." "Well, go on; why don't you manage?" cried Mark. Dean accepted the challenge, took a step or two, caught the little chief by the arm, pointed in amongst the trees, and then put his hand to his own face and closed his eyes as if sleeping. The little chief watched him attentively, and then led them in between the trees at the opposite side to where Mark had made the attempt, and the two boys and their little leader disappeared just as Mak and a couple more of the tribe joined the doctor with the two gourds of the previous day re-filled with clear spring water. The boys found the place where the injured little black was lying, as dark as ever, but they made out that his eyes were closed, and that he was sleeping heavily, for he had not heard their approach, and Mark was bending down watching him intently when the doctor, guided by Mak, silently approached. "Asleep, eh?" he said. "Come, that's a good sign. Quite calmly too. That's a proof that he's not in pain." But perhaps from a feeling that others were present, the little fellow awoke with a start and stared up at his watchers with rather a scared look till he recognised who had come, when, though no muscle of his serious little countenance betokened the dawning of a smile, his eyes thoroughly laughed as they encountered those of the doctor, who knelt down by his side. "Well, monster," said the latter good-humouredly, "you are better, that's plain." The pigmy raised his right hand, passed it across and gently stroked the white bandage the doctor had secured about the wounded limb. "Yes," said the doctor. "It's rather soon, and I'm half disposed to wait till to-morrow." "Better not," said Mark. "Father may have said we had better get on."