laugh.

"Sure 'tis a hieena!" exclaimed Larry, reloading in violent haste.

"A hyena!" exclaimed Will--"ay, and a black one, too! Come down, Bunco,
you scoundrel, else I'll put a bullet in your thick skull."

At this invocation the rustling overhead increased, and Bunco dropped
upon the platform, grinning from ear to ear at the success of his
practical joke.

"Och, ye blackymoor!" cried Larry, seizing the native by the throat and
shaking him; "what d'ye mean be such doin's, eh?"

"Me mean noting," said Bunco, still chuckling prodigiously; "but it am
most glorus fun for fright de bowld Irishesman."

"Sit down, ye kangaroo, an' tell us how ye found us out," cried Larry.

"You heard our shots, I suppose?" said Will. To this Bunco replied that
he had not only heard their shots, but had seen them light their fire,
and eat their supper, and prepare their couch, and go to sleep, all of
which he enjoyed so intensely, in prospect of the joke he meant to
perpetrate, that he was obliged to retire several times during the
evening to a convenient distance and roar in imitation of a tiger,
merely to relieve his feelings without betraying his presence. He
added, that the canoe was about five minutes' walk from where they sat,
and somewhat mollified the indignation of his comrades by saying that he
would watch during the remainder of the night while they slept.

Next morning at daybreak the party re-embarked in the canoe and
continued their journey. Soon the character of the country changed.
After a few days the thick forests had disappeared, and richly
cultivated small farms took their place. Everywhere they were most
hospitably entertained by the inhabitants, who styled Will "Physico,"
because Bunco made a point of introducing him as a doctor. One evening
they arrived at a little town with a small and rapid stream of water
passing through it. There was a square in the centre of the town,
surrounded by orange, lemon, and other trees, which formed an agreeable
shade and filled the air with fragrance. Not only was there no doctor
here, but one was seldom or never seen. Immediately, therefore, our
Physico was besieged for advice, and his lancet, in particular, was in
great request, for the community appeared to imagine that bloodletting
was a cure for all the ills that flesh is heir to! Will of course did
his best for them, and was surprised as well as pleased by the number of
doubloons, with which the grateful people