But the afternoon was still a long way off, and he must be content
to dream until the hour came.
He was too early for the Cortlandts, and he breakfasted alone.
When he strolled out upon the veranda for his smoke he found Allan
waiting for him, as usual. The Jamaican had not missed a morning
so far, and it was only by a show of downright firmness that Kirk
had been able to get rid of him at any time during the day. The
black boy seemed bent upon devoting his every waking hour to his
hero, and now, finding himself regarded with friendly eyes, he
expanded joyously.
"Got you some games yesterday?" he inquired.
"Yes. And I'm going again to-day."
"Plenty games over yonder is, but it is very fatiguing to get
them. To-day I go along for showing you the way."
"Not a bit like it. I'm going alone."
"Oh no, boss!"
"Oh yes, boss! I accidentally shot the last man I hunted with--
killed him." Kirk stared tragically at his companion, but Allan
was not to be so easily deterred.
"I shall pahss behind you, boss."
"I'd love to have you, of course--but I'm too careless."
"Praise God, you must not go h'alone in that case, or something
will befall you! I shall h'imitate the birds and call them out
before you to fire at.
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