CHAPTER TEN. 

DANGERS, JOYS, TRIALS, AND MULTIPLICATION. 

"I'm going to the cliffs to-day, Williams," said Young one morning. "Will you come?" 

Williams was busy at the forge under the pleasant shade of the great banyan-tree. Resting his hammer on the anvil, he looked up. 

"No," he answered. "I can't go till I've finished this spade. It's the last bit of iron we have left that'll serve for such a purpose." 

"That's no reason why you should not let it lie till the afternoon or to-morrow." 

"True, but I've got another reason for pushing through with it. Isaac Martin says the want of a spade keeps him idle, and you know it's a pity to encourage idleness in a lazy fellow." 

"You are right. What is Martin about just now?" 

"Working at the big water-tank. It suits him, a heavy quiet sort of job with the pick, requiring no energy or thought,--only a sleepy sort o' perseverance, of which long-legged Isaac has plenty." 

"Come, now," returned Young, with a laugh. "I see you are getting jealous of Martin's superior intellect. But where are Quintal and McCoy?" 

"Diggin' in their gardens, I suppose. Leastwise, I heerd Mr Christian say to Mainmast he'd seen 'em go off in that direction. Mr Christian himself has gone to his old outlook aloft on the mountains. If he don't see a sail at last it won't be for want o' keepin' a bright look-out." 

The armourer smiled grimly as he thrust the edge of the half-formed spade into the fire, and began to blow his bellows. 
Who was at the forge?
Who came to see him?
What did he want?
to where?
Did he go?
Why not?
For who?
Why?
Who was digging?
Where was the forge?
Was it sunny there?
What did Young ask Williams to do?
Where did The other man go?
Who was he?
Where was it?
What was he looking for?
Where was Martin working?
Was he very smart?
Was he lazy?
Is Isaac short?
Williams
Williams
Young
Young
Williams to go with him
Will you come
to the cliffs
o the cliffs
No
No
He had to finish the spade
finished this spade
Isaac Martin
Isaac Martin
So he wouldn't be idle
him idle
Quintal and McCoy
Quintal and McCoy
under the great banyan-tree
under the pleasant shade of the great banyan-tree
no
 pleasant shade
let it lie till the afternoon
let it lie till the afternoon
to his old outlook
to his old outlook 
Mr Christian
Mr Christian
on the mountains
on the mountains
a sail
a sail
the big water-tank
the big water-tank
no
equiring no energy or thought,
yes
a lazy fellow.
No
 long-legged 