They set out accordingly about ten o’clock in the morning, Herbert confident, Neb joyous, Pencroft murmuring aside,—­

“If, on my return, I find a fire at the house, I shall believe that the thunder itself came to light it.”  All three climbed the bank; and arrived at the angle made by the river, the sailor, stopping, said to his two companions,—­

“Shall we begin by being hunters or wood-men?”

“Hunters,” replied Herbert.  “There is Top already in quest.”

“We will hunt, then,” said the sailor, “and afterwards we can come back and collect our wood.”

This agreed to, Herbert, Neb, and Pencroft, after having torn three sticks from the trunk of a young fir, followed Top, who was bounding about among the long grass.

This time, the hunters, instead of following the course of the river, plunged straight into the heart of the forest.  There were still the same trees, belonging, for the most part, to the pine family.  In certain places, less crowded, growing in clumps, these pines exhibited considerable dimensions, and appeared to indicate, by their development, that the country was situated in a higher latitude than the engineer had supposed.  Glades, bristling with stumps worn away by time, were covered with dry wood, which formed an inexhaustible store of fuel.  Then, the glade passed, the underwood thickened again, and became almost impenetrable.

It was difficult enough to find the way among the groups of trees, without any beaten track.  So the sailor from time to time broke off branches which might be easily recognized.  But, perhaps, he was wrong not to follow the watercourse, as he and Herbert had done on their first excursion, for after walking an hour not a creature had shown itself.  Top, running under the branches, only roused birds which could not be approached.  Even the couroucous were invisible, and it was probable that the sailor would be obliged to return to the marshy part of the forest, in which he had so happily performed his grouse fishing.

“Well, Pencroft,” said Neb, in a slightly sarcastic tone, “if this is all the game which you promised to bring back to my master, it won’t need a large fire to roast it!”

“Have patience,” replied the sailor, “it isn’t the game which will be wanting on our return.”

“Have you not confidence in Captain Harding?”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t believe that he will make fire?”

“I shall believe it when the wood is blazing in the fireplace.”

“It will blaze, since my master has said so.”

“We shall see!”

Meanwhile, the sun had not reached the highest point in its course above the horizon.  The exploration, therefore, continued, and was usefully marked by a discovery which Herbert made of a tree whose fruit was edible.  This was the stone-pine, which produces an excellent almond, very much esteemed in the temperate regions of America and Europe.  These almonds were in a perfect state of maturity, and Herbert described them to his companions, who feasted on them.