The sooner he's put out of the way, the better.

He's a different sort of chap than the last fellow.

I sha'n't feel comfortable till he's got either a spear or a pistol bullet in him." [Illustration: Jim Notes the Bush Rangers' Plans for Mischief.] Jim, who was squatting in the corner, apparently half asleep, was listening intently to every word.

They did not heed his presence in the slightest; for indeed he had, since his arrival, so mixed his talk with native words that the bush rangers had no idea that he could follow their conversations.
He was thinking, now, what was his best course to adopt.

In the first place, he had gathered from their talk that this was only one of their hiding places, and that they seldom stayed very long in one neighbourhood.