May be cinnabar in it." "May be indigo," Jeff suggested, with his lazy smile.
It was early yet; we had just breakfasted; and leaving word that we'd be back before night, we got away quietly, not wishing to be thought too gullible if we failed, and secretly hoping to have some nice little discovery all to ourselves.
It was a long two hours, nearer three.

I fancy the savage could have done it alone much quicker.

There was a desperate tangle of wood and water and a swampy patch we never should have found our way across alone.

But there was one, and I could see Terry, with compass and notebook, marking directions and trying to place landmarks.
We came after a while to a sort of marshy lake, very big, so that the circling forest looked quite low and dim across it.

Our guide told us that boats could go from there to our camp--but "long way--all day." This water was somewhat clearer than that we had left, but we could not judge well from the margin.