So the Captain found her, every time he came back from his hunt to look
after his charge; he let her sleep, and went off again. He had a
troublesome hunt. At last he found some traces of what he sought; then
he forgot Daisy in his eagerness, and it was after a good long interval
the last time that he came to Daisy's side again. She was awake.
"What have you got?" she said as he came up with his hands full.
"I have got my fish."
"Have you! O where is it?"
"How do you do?" said the Captain sitting down beside her.
"I do very well. Where is the fish? You have got nothing but stones
there, Capt. Drummond?"
The Captain without speaking displayed one of the stones he had in his
hand. It looked very curious. Upon a smooth flat surface, where the
stone had been split, there was a raised part which had the appearance
of some sort of animal; but this too seemed to be stone, and was black
and shining, though its parts were distinct.
"What is that, Capt. Drummond? It is a stone."
"It is a fish."
"_That_?"
"That."
"But you are laughing."
"Am I?" said the Captain, as grave as a senator.
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