He may guess what he likes, but people don't waste time in listening to black fellows' stories.

I expect he has only given us the slip because of that lick across the head I gave him, last night.

I admit I was a fool to do it, but I wasn't in the best of tempers.
"However, if the worst comes to the worst, he can only lead them to the hut; and they won't find much worth taking, there.

When we once get out to the blacks, we can snap our fingers at them." It was, indeed, about midnight when Jim had stolen away.

He was still faint and giddy, and his face was terribly burned by the blow which had been dealt him; but when once fairly away from the bush rangers, he set out in the direction in which he knew the Donalds' station lay; and never halted until he arrived there, on the following evening, utterly wearied and worn out, for he had eaten nothing on the previous day.
"Then they have got away after all, Jim," Reuben said, when he had listened patiently to the long narration.