CHAPTER XI.
ALEXANDER SELKIRK AND FAMILY.
Again Ambrose was awakened by a furious barking from Job.

It was even earlier than on the preceding morning.

The sun was not up; the river was like a gray ghost.
Ambrose, expecting Tole, looked for a dugout.

There was none in sight.
Job's agitated barks were addressed in the other direction.
Issuing from his tent, Ambrose beheld a quaint little man squatting on top of the bank like an image.

He had an air of strange patience, as if he had been waiting for hours, and expected to wait.
His brown mask of a face changed not a line at the sight of Ambrose.
"What do you want ?" demanded the white man.
"Please, I want spik wit' you," the little man softly replied.
"Come down here then," said Ambrose.
The early caller looked at Job apprehensively.