Allee time he look sharp eye belong him.

S'pose musket he no stop along you, my word, that fella bushman he chop 'm off head belong you.

He _kai-kai_ you altogether.'" But the patience of the bushmen had exceeded that of the white men.

The weeks had gone by, and no overt acts had been attempted.

The bushmen swarmed in the camp in increasing numbers, and they were always making presents of yams and taro, of pig and fowl, and of wild fruits and vegetables.