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      "Anyhow, the poor dear won't overtake me to-day," he said--only to find the "poor dear" had stowed herself away on the steamer in the night behind a pile of wood.

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      "It's very awkward," said Hamilton, and coughed.

      Bones looked at his chief pathetically.

      "It's doocid awkward, sir," he agreed dismally.

      "You say she won't go back?"

      Bones shook his head.

      "She said I'm the moon and the sun an' all sorts of rotten things to her, sir," he groaned and wiped his forehead.

      "Send her to me," said Hamilton.

      "Be kind to her, sir," pleaded the miserable Bones. "After all, sir, the poor girl seems to be fond of me, sir--the human heart, sir--I don't know why she should take a fancy to me."

      "That's what I want to know," said Hamilton, briefly; "if she _is_ mad, I'll send her to the mission hospital along the Coast."

      "You've a hard and bitter heart," said Bones, sadly.

      D'riti came ready to flash her anger and eloquence at Hamilton; on the verge of defiance.

      "D'riti," said Hamilton, "to-morrow I send you back to your people."

      "Lord, I stay with Tibbetti who loves women and is happy to talk of them. Also some day I shall be his wife, for this is foretold." She shot a tender glance at poor Bones.

      "That cannot be," said Hamilton calmly, "for Tibbetti has three wives, and they are old and fierce----"

      "Oh, lord!" wailed Bones.

      "And they would beat you and make you carry wood and water," Hamilton said; he saw the look of apprehension steal into the girl's face. "And more than this, D'riti, the Lord Tibbetti is mad when the moon is in full, he foams at the mouth and bites, uttering awful noises."

      "Oh, dirty trick!" almost sobbed Bones.

      "Go, therefore, D'riti," said Hamilton, "and I will give you a piece of fine cloth, and beads of many colours."

      It is a matter of history that D'riti went.

      "I don't know what you think of me, sir," said Bones, humbly, "of course I couldn't get rid of her----"

      "You didn't try," said Hamilton, searching his pockets for his pipe. "You could have made her drop you like a shot."

      "How, sir?"

      "Stuck your finger in her eye," said Hamilton, and Bones swallowed hard.

      CHAPTER VII

      THE STRANGER WHO WALKED BY NIGHT

      Since the day when Lieutenant Francis Augustus Tibbetts rescued from the sacrificial trees the small brown baby whom he afterwards christened Henry Hamilton Bones, the interests of that young officer were to a very large extent extremely concentrated upon that absorbing problem which a famous journal once popularized, "What shall we do with our boys?"

      As to the exact nature of the communications which Bones made to England upon the subject, what hairbreadth escapes and desperate adventure he detailed with that facile pen of his, who shall say?

      It is unfortunate that Hamilton's sister--that innocent purveyor of home news--had no glimpse of the correspondence, and that other recipients of his confidence are not in touch with the writer of these chronicles. Whatever he wrote, with what fervour he described his wanderings in the forest no one knows, but certainly he wrote to some purpose.

      "What the dickens are all these parcels that have come for you for?" demanded his superior officer, eyeing with disfavour a mountain of brown paper packages be-sealed, be-stringed, and be-stamped.

      Bones, smoking his pipe, turned them over.

      "I don't know for certain," he said, carefully; "but I shouldn't be surprised if they aren't clothes, dear old officer."

      "Clothes?"

      "For Henry," explained Bones, and cutting the string of one and tearing away its covering revealed a little mountain of snowy garments. Bones turned them over one by one.

      "For Henry," he repeated; "could you tell me, sir, what these things are for?"

      He held up a garment white and small and frilly.

      "No, sir, I can't," said Hamilton stiffly, "unless like the ass that you are you have forgotten to mention to your friends that Henry is a gentleman child."

      Bones looked up at the blue sky and scratched his chin.

      "I may have called him 'her,'" he confessed.

      There were, to be exact, sixteen parcels and each contained at least one such garment, and in addition a very warm shawl, "which," said Hamilton, "will be immensely useful when it snows."

      With the aid of his orderly, Bones sorted out the wardrobe and the playthings (including many volumes of the Oh-look-at-the-rat-on-the-mat-where-is-the-cat? variety), and these he carried to his hut with such dignity as he could summon.

      That evening, Hamilton paid his subordinate a visit. Henry, pleasingly arrayed in a pair of the misdirected garments with a large bonnet on his head, and seated on the floor of the quarters contentedly chewing Bones' watch, whilst Bones, accompanying himself with his banjo, was singing a song which was chiefly remarkable for the fact that he was ignorant of the tune and somewhat hazy concerning the words.

      "Did you ever take a tum-ty up the Nile, Did you ever dumpty dupty in a camp, Or dumpty dumpty on m--m---- Or play it in a dumpty dumpty swamp."

      He rose, and saluted his senior, as Hamilton came in.

      "Exactly what is going to happen when Sanders comes back?" asked Hamilton, and the face of Bones fell.

      "Happen, sir? I don't take you, sir--what _could_ happen--to whom, sir?"

      "To Henry," said Hamilton.

      Henry looked up at that moment with a seraphic smile.

      "Isn't he wonderful, sir?" asked Bones in hushed ecstasy; "you won't believe what I'm going to tell you, sir--you're such a jolly old sceptic, sir--but Henry knows me--positively recognizes me! And when you remember that he's only four months old--why, it's unbelievable."

      "But what will you do when Sanders comes--really, Bones, I don't know whether I ought to allow this as it is."

      "If exception is taken to Henry, sir," said Bones firmly, "I resign my commission; if a gentleman is allowed to keep a dog, sir, he is surely allowed to keep a baby. Between Henry and me, sir, СКАЧАТЬ