Nevertheless, Sheldon demanded roughly,-- "What name you come along house belong me sun he go down ?" "Me Charley," the man muttered apologetically and wearily.

"Me stop along Binu." "Ah, Binu Charley, eh?
Well, what name you talk along me?
What place big fella marster along white man he stop ?" Joan and Sheldon together listened to the tale Binu Charley had brought.
He described Tudor's expedition up the Balesuna; the dragging of the boats up the rapids; the passage up the river where it threaded the grass- lands; the innumerable washings of gravel by the white men in search of gold; the first rolling foothills; the man-traps of spear-staked pits in the jungle trails; the first meeting with the bushmen, who had never seen tobacco, and knew not the virtues of smoking; their friendliness; the deeper penetration of the interior around the flanks of the Lion's Head; the bush-sores and the fevers of the white men, and their madness in trusting the bushmen.
"Allee time I talk along white fella marster," he said.

"Me talk, 'That fella bushman he look 'm eye belong him.

He savvee too much.

S'pose musket he stop along you, that fella bushman he too much good friend along you.