All he hoped was that, sooner or later, the savage would suddenly make a dash for his liberty, when the boy fully determined to scare him by firing over his head, to make him run the harder.
Nic had some idea that they were bearing toward his home, but he could see nothing but park-like trees and low wattle bushes; and after this strange procession had continued for some time he began to grow uneasy, and to think of taking out his pocket compass to try and make out his bearings, before stopping short in the first open place to let the black go on out of sight, covered meanwhile by the gun, when, just as the sufficiently open place was reached, there came a hoarse cooey from somewhere close at hand.
Nic stopped short, feeling that he had walked right into the lion's mouth; and standing ready, with his eyes wandering round, waiting for the enemy, he listened to the black's reply.
The next minute the black faced round, and the rustling of bushes was followed by the appearance of a second figure thirty yards away.
Nic threw up his gun, not to his shoulder, but over it; for the figure was that of the stock man, Brookes, who shouted: "Oh, there you are, young gentleman.

Your mar's getting in a orful way.
She sent Bungarolo to look after you, and then, as he didn't come back, she sent me." "Oh!" groaned Nic, in a tone of disgust; for all his bravery, as he thought it, had been thrown away, and a peculiar sensation of self-humiliation and shame came ever him.
"Yes, here I am, Brookes," he said.

"Then this is a tame black ?" "Tame un ?" said the man, with a chuckle.

"Oh no, he's wild enough; I never see one on 'em yet as you could tame.

No tame man would go about without trousers when he's had two pair give him to my sartain knowledge.