She dropped the axe, threw up both hands, and shrieked.

"Pull him off! he's eating me!" gasped the kangaroo.

Mother shrieked louder, and wrung her hands; but it had no effect on Bluey.
He was a good dog, was Bluey! At last, Mother got him by the tail and dragged him off, but he took a mouthful of kangaroo with him as he went.
Then the kangaroo raised itself slowly on to its hands and knees.

It was very white and sick-looking, and Mother threw her arms round it and cried, "Oh, Joe! My child! my child!" It was several days before Joe felt better.

When he did, Bluey and he went down the gully together, and, after a while, Joe came back--like Butler--alone..