'Lots of other chaps would join without making any bones about it.' 'Hoo--hoo--hoo--hoo,' sounded once more the night-bird from the black tree outside.
'D----the bird! I believe he's the devil in the shape of a mopoke! And yet I don't like Starlight to think we're afraid.

He and the old man might be in a fix and want help.

Suppose we toss up ?' 'All right,' says Jim, speaking rather slowly.
You couldn't tell from his face or voice how he felt about it; but I believe now--more than that, he let on once to me--that he was awfully cut up about my changing, and thought we were just in for a spell of straightforward work, and would stash the other thing for good and all.
We put the fire together.

It burnt up bright for a bit.

I pulled out a shilling.
'If it's head we go, Jim; if it's woman, we stay here.' I sent up the coin; we both bent over near the fire to look at it.
The head was uppermost.
'Hoo--hoo--hoo--hoo,' came the night-bird's harsh croak.
There was a heavyish stake on that throw, if we'd only known.