The bird shone like a rainbow, and cocked a saucy eye at Hazel, and flew up into the air a few yards, but it soon appeared that fear had little to do with this movement; for, after an airy circle or two, he fanned Hazel's cheek with his fast-flapping wings, and lighted on the very edge of the baler, and was for sipping.
"Oh, look here, Welch!" cried Hazel, an ecstasy of delight.
"Ay, sir," said he.

"Poor things, they hain't a found us out yet." The talking puzzled the bird, if it did not alarm him, and he flew up to the nearest tree, and, perching there, inspected these new and noisy bipeds at his leisure.
Hazel now laid his hand on Welch's shoulder and reminded him gently they had a sad duty to perform, which could not be postponed.
"Right you are, sir," said Welch, "and very kind of you to let me have my way with him.

Poor Sam!" "I have found a place," said Hazel, in a low voice.

"We can take the boat close to it.

But where is Miss Rolleston ?" "Oh, she is not far off; she was here just now, and brought me this here little cocoanut, and patted me on the back, she did, then off again on a cruise.