Harold lay down and gasped, Disco followed his example, and sighed.
Disco, speechless with amazement, rose up and sprang to the helm.
Disco looked earnestly and anxiously into the face of his friend.
Kambira and Disco, with Antonio and Jumbo, sat round the same fire.
“It is difficult to decide what one should do in these circumstances,” said Harold to Disco.
It fell, much to the satisfaction of Disco, of whom it happened to be in pursuit at the time.
Harold and Disco studiously avoided their leader during the march.
Disco was recovering from his attack of fever at the time, though still weak.
“Just what was running in my own mind, Disco,” said Harold, musing over his supper.
Disco, taken completely by surprise, omitted his wonted “Hallo!”