human
All right, gentlemen! Here we are at last! I'd just swear to this tree and that other big one right across the river.
gpt
Yes, cried the doctor;
human
The morning, uncle, cried Rodd.
gpt
Yes, boy; I should have said the morning. Look, Morny! You do not speak. Isn't this our last halting-place on our way up?
human
Yes, he said;
gpt
Well, gentlemen, cried Joe Cross,
human
I say hooray to that. Yes, this is the place, aren't it, messmates?
gpt
Yes, yes,
human
That's right, messmates, cried Joe.
gpt
Then all we have got to do now, gentlemen, is to try and take our bearings right, rub the wet dust out of all our eyes, and make a fresh start.
human
The wet dust, Joe! cried Rodd, with the nearest approach to a smile which had appeared upon his face for many days.
gpt
Here, uncle, get out the compass, and let's see what we can do with that.
human
No, said the doctor quietly.
gpt
We must make a fresh start, but it must be calmly and well, and after food and a good night's rest. Collect wood, my lads, to make a fire. Boys, take your guns and go up-stream a little higher where we have never been before, and shoot what birds you can. Two or three of you men do what you can from the shore with the fishing-lines. To-morrow morning we will start calmly and trustingly to the river once again. Be of good heart, Morny, my lad, for the end of our awful struggle must be coming near, and every one of us must do all he can to help his brother for the one great end.