By the way, the major says you have got some capital birds." "Eight, and they are bigger than fowls.

Curious-looking things, with a sort of helmet on their heads." "I think I know them," said the captain, "a sort of brush-turkey, I expect, the maleo birds I think they are called, and they are splendid eating.

I don't think we shall starve, my lad." "Day!" said Mark eagerly, pointing to a faint gleam away to his right.
"Yes; the first touch of dawn.

I think we may prepare to go now.

Get together the birds, my lads." Widgeon and Small obeyed, finding them already tied, and slinging them over their shoulders.
"Now, Mark, wake up your companion," said the captain.