ing that has happened to me was seeing Toobo Cava go off
to the war, but he will be back again soon, I fear, and then the hard
work will begin once more. But you must not stay here, Charley; I don't
know what he would do if he caught you, though it will be a sore grief
to me to have you separated from me."

I told Dick that I was determined at all hazards to stay with him.

"We will argue the point, Charley," said Dick.

He at last allowed me to remain till the following day. He had been so
well supplied with food, that he was able to give me as much as I
required. I spent half the night sitting up talking to him, and had the
satisfaction of seeing that my visit was doing him good, his complaint
being more the result of anxiety and ill-treatment than anything else.

"I scarcely know what to advise you to do, Charley," he said. "If you
are caught here, you may be hardly dealt with, and yet I don't like to
tell you to leave me; though, as you say the people you have been living
with have treated you well, it will be best for you to make your way
back to them."

"Come what will, I am not going to run away and leave you while you are
sick and helpless," I answered. "God will take care of me if I ask Him;
you have often told me that, and so I will say my prayers and go to
sleep."

I did so, and coiled myself away on a heap of grass by Dick's side.

The next morning we were awoken by hearing a great noise in the village.
We found that we had both overslept ourselves. Dick went to the door
of the hut, to ascertain the cause of the hubbub, telling me to keep
concealed under the mats. After some time he came back.

"I guessed how it is," he said; "the fighting men have returned from the
war, but, as far as I can discover, the old chief is not among them. He
has, I suspect, been knocked on the head, and serve him right too. They
are mourning for him, it seems, and it will be as well to keep out of
their way, lest they take it into their heads to sacrifice us to his
ghost, as I know is the fashion among these savages."

Dick spoke quite coolly, but our danger was great. He again told me to
keep snug under the mats, and I saw him walking up and down the hut,
evidently very unhappy. "I don't care for myself," I heard him say.
"Poor dear Charley, I wish that he was out of the scrape. Well, well;
we have been saved before, and we may be saved again. It's a great
thing to know that God looks after us poor fellows