he intended. At last, in despair of killing one,
he looked out for some of the feathered tribe, and succeeded in knocking
over a couple of white cockatoos and a green pigeon, with which he
hurried back to the hut. On his return, he was greatly surprised to see
Lord Reginald not only dressed, but employing himself in preparing
breakfast.

"I am sorry, my lord, that I was not back earlier," exclaimed Dick,
"that I might have helped you to dress."

"I regret that you should have had so long to undertake a task which I
ought to have performed myself, had I been able. Do not speak about it,
my kind Hargrave," answered Lord Reginald, smiling. "I feel myself
bound to take an equal share in all the work we have got to do. You
have hitherto toiled for me, and it is now my business to work for you.
Just tell me what you want done, and I will do it to the best of my
power."

"Pray don't talk in that way, my lord," said Dick. "I wish that you
knew how much pleasure I feel in serving you."

"I am sure of that; but once for all, Hargrave, I want you to understand
that while we remain on this island I am `Reginald' or `Oswald,' and you
are `Hargrave,' the better man of the two. Don't `My lord' me any more.
I am not worthy of it. That sort of style may do very well in Old
England, or on board a man-of-war, though my messmates there treated me
as an equal, and took good care to make me feel that I was one, too.
Will you accept my services, and let me work under your orders?"

"I cannot refuse you anything," answered Dick; "but until you are as
strong and hearty as I am, you must let me work for you, and not knock
yourself up by attempting tasks for which you have not the strength."

"Well, well, my dear Hargrave, we understand each other, and while we
are talking the turtle and cakes are getting cold."

Dick at last, getting Lord Reginald to sit down on one of the
three-legged stools he had made, placed the breakfast on the table.

"There is one thing you are not provided with, Hargrave, that is tea and
sugar," observed Lord Reginald; "but perhaps we may find some
substitute. Coffee grows in these latitudes, and very likely we may
find sugar-cane in some part of the island."

"I saw some pods full of seeds, looking in shape _very_ much like coffee
berries, only they were white," said Dick.

"That was because they were unroasted," answered Lord Reginald. "I
should not be surprised if those seeds were really coffee be