Now, then, let's take our bearings," continued the major, and he pulled out a pocket-compass.

"Don't let's be wearied out in finding our way back when we are tired." "Which way are we going, sir ?" "That depends, my lad.

It is not as we please, but as the jungle allows.

You talk as if you were in a country full of roads." "I forgot," said Mark, changing the position in which he carried his father's double gun.
"First lesson in using a gun," said the major: "either point the muzzle at the ground or up at the sky.

It's considered bad manners, Mark, to shoot your companions." "I--I beg your pardon, sir," faltered Mark.