Only look you, if you put your foot outside that door, unless you are ordered to do so, I will put a bullet through your black brain." "All right," Jim said.

"Plenty eat, plenty drink, plenty smoke; dat suit Jim bery well.

He no want to go out of de house, if massa say no." "That's settled then.

Now, put some more logs on that fire." Jim at once assumed his new duty, and the bush rangers, who all hated the slightest work, were soon well satisfied with their new acquisition.

There were several carcasses of sheep, hanging from hooks placed in the roof, where they were slowly smoked by the fumes from the wood.