Dick Sand continued to be very much surprised.
"Where are we?
Where can we be ?" he asked himself.

"What! nobody to speak to ?" Nobody, in truth, and surely, if any native had approached, Dingo would have scented him, and announced him by a bark.

The dog went backward and forward on the strand, his nose to the ground, his tail down, growling secretly--certainly very singular behavior--but neither betraying the approach of man nor of any animal whatsoever.
"Dick, look at Dingo!" said Mrs.Weldon.
"Yes, that is very strange," replied the novice.

"It seems as if he were trying to recover a scent." "Very strange, indeed," murmured Mrs.Weldon; then, continuing, "what is Negoro doing ?" she asked.
"He is doing what Dingo is doing," replied Dick Sand.

"He goes, he comes! After all, he is free here.