They then started off in the direction of
Sunch'ston.
My father gathered up the remaining quails, some of which he meant to eat
in the morning, while the others he would throw away as soon as he could
find a safe place. He turned towards the mountains, but before he had
gone a dozen yards he heard a voice, which he recognised as Panky's,
shouting after him, and saying--
"Mind you do not forget the true reading of the Sunchild's prayer."
"You are an old fool," shouted my father in English, knowing that he
could hardly be heard, still less understood, and thankful to relieve his
feelings.
CHAPTER V: MY FATHER MEETS A SON, OF WHOSE EXISTENCE HE WAS IGNORANT; AND
STRIKES A BARGAIN WITH HIM
The incidents recorded in the two last chapters had occupied about two
hours, so that it was nearly midnight before my father could begin to
retrace his steps and make towards the camp that he had left that
morning. This was necessary, for he could not go any further in a
costume that he now knew to be forbidden. At this hour no ranger was
likely to meet him before he reached the statues, and by making a push
for it he could return in time to cross the limits of the preserves
before the Professors' permit had expired. If challenged, he must brazen
it out that he was one or other of the persons therein named.
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