"Let him begin and be quick about it." The appearance of Cheditafa was quite as miserable as that of poor Mok, but his countenance was much more intelligent, and his English, although very much broken, was better even than Maka's, and he was able to make himself perfectly understood.

He spoke briefly, and this is the substance of his story: About the middle of the afternoon of the day before, a wonderful thing happened.

The Rackbirds had had their dinner, which they had cooked themselves, and they were all lying down in their huts or in the shadows of the rocks, either asleep, or smoking and telling stories.

Cheditafa knew why they were resting.

The Rackbirds had no idea that he understood English, for he had been careful to keep this fact from them after he found out what sort of men they were,--and this knowledge had come very soon to him,--and they spoke freely before him.