1/30 THE SAVING OF CONSIDINE. Hugh looked from under his mosquito-net, and saw old Considine over the fire, earnestly frying a large hunk of buffalo meat. He was without a trouble in the world as he turned the hissing steak in the pan. Two black gins in brief garments--a loin cloth and a villainously dirty pyjama-jacket each--were sitting near him, languidly killing the mosquitoes which settled on their bare legs. |