You have, I see, brought a pickaxe.

It will save us half an hour's work; and besides, I am glad to say goodbye again.
"All has gone well.

This is the young lady." "She is well disguised," Pertaub said, bowing his head to Annie.

"She looks so like a boy that, even now you tell me, I can scarce believe she is a white girl.

Truly you can go on without fear that anyone will suspect her." Leading the way to the spot where the caskets had been buried, Dick looked on while Surajah and Ibrahim dug them up.