“But my goodness!” said the Doctor. “They _know_ we’ve got to go some
time. We can’t stay here forever. Didn’t I tell the President himself I
had jobs to attend to on the Earth? If I felt they needed me badly
enough I wouldn’t mind staying quite a while yet. But there’s Stubbins
here. He came away without even telling his parents where he was going
or how long it might be before he returned. I don’t know what Jacob
Stubbins may be thinking, or his good wife. Probably worried to death.
I—”
“Sh!—_Sh!_—Will you be quiet?” whispered Polynesia again. “Didn’t you
hear that? I tell you there’s some one listening—or I’m a Double
Dutchman. Pipe down, for pity’s sake. There are ears all around us. Go
to sleep!”
We all took the old parrot’s advice—only too willingly. And very soon
every one of us was snoring.
This time we did not awaken early. We had no jobs to attend to and we
took advantage of a chance to snooze away as long as we wished.
It was nearly midday again when we finally got stirring. We were in need
of water for breakfast. Getting the water had always been Chee-Chee’s
job. This morning, however, the Doctor wanted him to hunt up a further
supply of medicinal plants for his surgical work. I volunteered
therefore to act as water-carrier.
With several vessels which we had made from gourds I started out for the
forests.
I had once or twice performed this same office of emergency
water-carrier before. I was therefore able on reaching the edge of the
jungle to make straight for the place where we usually got our supplies.
I hadn’t gone very far before Polynesia overtook me.
[Illustration: “‘_Watch out, Tommy!_’”]
“Watch out, Tommy!” said she, in a mysterious whisper as she settled on
my shoulder.
“Why?” I asked. “Is anything amiss?”
“I don’t quite know,” said she. “But I’m uneasy and I wanted to warn
you. Listen: that whole crowd that came to be doctored yesterday, you
know? Well, not one of them has shown up again since. Why?”
There was a pause.
“Well,” said I presently, “I don’t see any particular reason why they
should. They got their medicine, their treatment. Why should they pester
the Doctor further? It’s a jolly good thing that some patients leave him
alone after they are treated, isn’t it?”
“True, true,” said she. “Just the same their all staying away the next
day looks fishy to me. They didn’t _all_ get treated. There’s something
in it. I feel it in my bones. And besides, I can’t find the Moon Man
himself. I’ve been hunting everywhere for him. He too has gone into
hiding again, just the same as they all did when we first arrived here.
. . . Well, look out! That’s all. I must go back now. But keep your eyes
open, Tommy. Good luck!”
I couldn’t make head or tail of the parrot’s warning and, greatly
puzzled, I proceeded on my way to the pool to fill my water-pots.
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