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Then, descending the mountain on the side opposite to the harbour they disappeared in the dark and tangled underwood of the palm-grove. Letta went a short distance with them. "They won't kill Meerta or blind Bungo," she said, on the way down. "They're too useful, though they often treat them badly. Meerta sent me away to hide here the last time the strange bad men came.
When it reached the spot, however, Letta had fled, but Robin still lay motionless on his back. It was evident that the small monkey looked on the prostrate youth with alarm and suspicion, yet with an intense curiosity that no sense of danger could restrain.
Having then, as we have said, bethought them of examining the resources and nature of the island, they one morning organised an expedition. By that time the sailor, although by no means fit for it, insisted that he was sufficiently restored to accompany them. Letta, who was active and strong like a small gazelle, besides being acquainted with the whole region, agreed to act as guide.
"Robin," said Sam, an they walked along with Letta between them, "I've just discovered that the agent of the Telegraph Construction and Maintenance Company is an old friend of mine. He has been busy erecting a cable landing-house on the shores of Back Bay, so we'll go there first and get him to accompany us to the big ship." "Good," said Robin, "if it is not too far for Letta to walk."
Little Letta enjoyed their looks quite as much as Meerta. "Haven't we got lots of pretty things here?" she said, looking up into Robin's face. "Yes, little one, wonderful!" Robin revived sufficiently to make this reply and to glance at Sam, Slagg, and Stumps, who returned the glance. Then he relapsed.
"Oh! my dear, sweet, exquisite darling!" exclaimed Letta. It did much for the poor youth's recovery, the hearing himself addressed in such endearing terms, but he experienced a relapse when the monkey, responding to the endearments, ran with obvious joy into the child's bosom, and submitted to a warm embrace. "Oh, you darling!" repeated Letta; "where have you been? why did you go away?
"Missa Tho'ne letta all a-ready fo' mail I putta pos'age-stamp, gifa to shif'-boss. I think Sa' F'a'cisco in a mo'ning. I care fo' everything!" "Ito cares for everything," Mr. Thorne quoted, in answer to his wife's haggard inquiries. "He stamped your letter and sent it to town yesterday by one of the day-shift men." "Now what shall be done!" Mrs. Thorne exclaimed tragically.
"You distress me very much, Sam," returned Robin, seriously. "I assure you I have never consciously done anything of the sort, and I have never opened my lips to Letta on the subject I dare not." "I believe you as to your consciousness; but, to be serious, Robin, why should being in love make you miserable?" "Because it makes me doubt whether Letta cares for me." "Nonsense, Robin.
If Little Knowledge claims the position and attempts to act the part of Great Knowledge, it becomes dangerous indeed; but if Little Knowledge walks modestly, and only takes action when none but Ignorance stands by, it is, in my opinion, neither dangerous nor liable to be destructive." While they were speaking, little Letta came out of the cavern and ran towards them.
The evening meal went on in silence and very pleasantly for some time, but before its close it was interrupted in an alarming manner by the sudden entrance of Letta with wild excitement in her eyes. "Oh!" she cried, pointing back to the entrance of the cave, "a ship! pirate-ship coming!" A bombshell could scarcely have produced greater effect.
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