natives and the animals, and there don't none of us know nuttin'."
"Throck is right," said Kraski, quickly, "we've been muddling long enough. We haven't had a boss, and the thing to do is to make Flora boss from now on. If anyone can get us out of this, she can, and from the way those fellows over there are acting," and he nodded toward the blacks, "we'll be lucky if we ever get out with our skins, let alone taking any of the gold with us."
"Oi! Oi! You don't mean to leave the gold?" almost shrieked Bluber.
"I mean that we do whatever Flora thinks best," replied Kraski. "If she says to leave the gold, we'll leave it."
"That we do," seconded Throck.
"I'm for it," said Peebles. "Whatever Flora says goes."
The Spaniard nodded his assent sullenly.
"The rest of us are all for it, Bluber. How about you?" asked Kraski.
"O vell—sure—if you say so," said Bluber, "und as John says 'und here ve ain't und vat's dat.'"
"And now, Flora," said Peebles, "you're the big 'un. What you say goes. What'll we do next?"
"Very well," said the girl; "we shall camp here until these men are rested, and early tomorrow we'll start out intelligently and systematically, and get meat for them. With their help we can do it.
