All at once the reporter sprang up, and telling the sailor that he would rejoin them at that same place, he climbed the cliff in the direction which the Negro Neb had taken a few hours before.

Anxiety hastened his steps, for he longed to obtain news of his friend, and he soon disappeared round an angle of the cliff.

Herbert wished to accompany him.
"Stop here, my boy," said the sailor; "we have to prepare an encampment, and to try and find rather better grub than these shell-fish.

Our friends will want something when they come back.

There is work for everybody." "I am ready," replied Herbert.
"All right," said the sailor; "that will do.