But now the chase is over,--the hunted beast has turned, and is at bay against a tree, Fly standing before him, waiting for assistance, snarling fiercely.
They pulled up.

Jim took out a pistol and presented it to Halbert.
"Thank you," said he.

"Hair trigger ?" "Yes." He balanced it for a second, and in another the kangaroo was lying quivering on the ground, shot through the heart.
"Well done!" said Jim.

"Now, I must look to this dog." All his flank along the ribs was laid open, and Jim, producing a needle and thread, proceeded to sew it up.
"Will you let me do that for you ?" said Halbert.
"I wish you would.

I'm fond of the poor thing, and my hand shakes.
You've seen the surgeons at work, I expect." "Yes, indeed." And he tenderly and carefully stitched up the dog's side, while Jim held him.
"What do we do with the game ?" said he.
"Oh, Jerry will be along on our tracks presently," said Jim.