"Old Gravey has a good memory; he can't forget the sieges of poor Martin's den in old times." He paused a moment, and then went on: "You can't think how often I've been thinking of old Martin since I've been ill.

I suppose one's mind gets restless, and likes to wander off to strange, unknown places.

I wonder what queer new pets the old boy has got.

How he must be revelling in the thousand new birds, beasts, and fishes!" Tom felt a pang of jealousy, but kicked it out in a moment.

"Fancy him on a South Sea island, with the Cherokees, or Patagonians, or some such wild niggers!" (Tom's ethnology and geography were faulty, but sufficient for his needs.) "They'll make the old Madman cock medicine-man, and tattoo him all over.