"Yesterday evening he was still with us, but during the night he has left us, and he has probably ascended the steep bank of this river.

So I asked you, who have come from that side, if you had not met him." "I have met nobody," replied the American; "and if your cook has ventured alone into the forest, he runs a great risk of going astray.
Perhaps we shall overtake him on the way." "Yes; perhaps!" replied Dick Sand.
When the two returned to the grotto, breakfast was ready.

It was composed, like the supper of the evening before, of alimentary conserves, of corned beef and of biscuit.

Harris did honor to it, like a man whom nature had endowed with a great appetite.
"Let us go," said he; "I see that we shall not die of hunger on the way! I shall not say as much for that poor devil of a Portuguese, of whom our young friend has spoken." "Ah!" said Mrs.Weldon, "Dick Sand has told you that we have not seen Negoro again ?" "Yes, Mrs.Weldon," replied the novice.

"I desired to know if Mr.
Harris had not met him." "No," replied Harris; "so let us leave that deserter where he is, and think of our departure--whenever you are ready, Mrs.Weldon." Each took the pack which was intended for him.