“What a magnificent beast!” cried Neb.
“Magnificent, if you like,” replied Pencroft; “but still I do not see how we are to get into our house.”
“Herbert is a good marksman,” said the reporter, “and his bow is here. He can try again.”
“Why, these apes are so cunning,” returned Pencroft; “they won’t show themselves again at the windows and so we can’t kill them; and when I think of the mischief they may do in the rooms and storehouse —”
“Have patience,” replied Harding; “these creatures cannot keep us long at bay.”
“I shall not be sure of that till I see them down here,” replied the sailor. “And now, captain, do you know how many dozens of these fellows are up there?”
It was difficult to reply to Pencroft, and as for the young boy making another attempt, that was not easy; for the lowe
