"We'll defend the camp, and have a splendid dinner of roast turkey ready when you come back.

By the way, Mark, show them how to shoot these maleo birds.

You will not run after them again as we did." "No; I shall know better now," he replied; and, after another glance round at the arms, they were just setting off when an idea struck the lad.
"I say, father," he exclaimed; "it's going to be a very hot day, and all along by the side of those trees and rocks you get hardly a breath of air." "I suppose not," said the captain drily.
"And after a time the guns get very heavy to carry." "Very," said the captain.
"And the maleo birds are regular lumps, if we shoot any." "So I suppose, my boy.

There, don't beat about the bush.

We can find our way, of course.