"What does the young savage shoot with," said Long, disdainfully, "a bow and arrow?" "Bow and arrow be hanged! Why, don't I tell you he is quite a prince? and he's regularly English in his ways. Some one made him a present of a Purdey breechloader, and he uses Eley cartridges. What do you think of that?" "Very disgusting that men should take to such adjuncts to civilisation before they leave off wearing those savage plaid petticoats." "I believe they are a tribe of Scotsmen, who came out here in the year one and turned brown," said Bob, laughing. "Those sarongs are just like kilts." "Yes," said Tom Long, "and the krises are just the same as dirks." "Well, bother all that!" cried Bob. "I told him we'd both come to-morrow, and bring guns, and he's going to get some prog, and half-a-dozen beaters; and we'll have a jolly day." "But," said Tom Long, dropping his official ways, and speaking excitedly, "he didn't ask me!" "He said he'd be delighted to know you. He likes Englishmen." "But we can't get leave." "Can't we?" cried Bob. "I can. If the skipper says no, I think I can work him round; and I'm sure you can manage it. Look here, you ask Doctor Bolter to manage it for you, and say we'll bring him all the specimens we can shoot." "By Jove, Bob, what a jolly idea!" cried Tom Long--an officer no longer, but a regular boy again. "We'll get leave to-night, and start early." "That we will." "But are you sure that young Tumongong would be glad to see me too?" "Ali Latee, his name is, and I've got to call him Al already, and he called me Bob. Glad? of course he will. I said you'd come too; and I told such a whopper, Tom." "What did you say?" "I told him you were my dearest friend." "Well, so I am, Bob; only you will get so restive." "Yes, I always was a restive little beggar," said Bob. "To-morrow morning then, and--" "Captain coming, sir." "Landing-place at daybreak, Tom. Cut," whispered Bob; and the young ensign rose and leaped ashore, buttoning up his little golden-pill buttons, as Captain Horton came down the path, and answered his salute with a friendly nod. The next minute the water was flashing like fiery silver from the blades of the oars, and the gig returned to the steamer's side, where Bob began to prepare for the next day's trip, taking it for granted that he could get leave. CHAPTER TWENTY THREE. HOW BOB ROBERTS AND TOM LONG ASKED FOR LEAVE. Very great things come from very small germs, and for a long time afterwards Captain Horton bitterly regretted that he had been in so easy and amiable a frame of mind that he had accorded Bob Roberts the holiday he desired. He had dined well, and was in that happy state of content that comes upon a man who is not old, and whose digestion is good. It was a glorious night, and the captain was seated on deck at a little table bearing a shaded lamp and his cup of coffee, when Bob respectfully approached, cap in hand. "If you please, sir--"