"That is a good thing," Mr. Goodenough answered. "For shooting
sitting there is nothing better than a blowgun in skillful hands.
They have the advantage too of not breaking the skin; but for
flying a shotgun is infinitely more accurate. You will have little
difficulty in learning to shoot well, as your eye is already trained
by the use of your blowpipe. Will you want any knives for skinning?"

"No, sir. I have a plentiful stock of them."

"Are you going back to Eaton Square? I heard Sir James ask you to
stop there until we start."

"No," Frank replied; "I asked his permission to stay where I am
till tomorrow. I did not like to seem in a hurry to run away from
Mr. Horton, who has been extremely kind to me."

"Mind, you must come here in three days to have your things tried
on," Mr. Goodenough said. "I particularly ordered that they are to
be made easy and comfortable, larger, indeed, than you absolutely
require, but we must allow for growing, and two years may make
a difference of some inches to you. Now, we have only to go to a
bootmaker's and then we have done."

When the orders were completed they separated, as Mr. Goodenough
was going down that afternoon to the country, and was not to return
until the day preceding that on which they were to sail. That
evening Frank had a long chat with his two friends, and was much
pleased when the old naturalist, who had taken a great fancy to the
honest porter, offered him the use of a room at his house, saying
that he should be more than paid by the pleasure of his company