Also he might play dirty trick, so much best dead." "Nonsense," said Alan sternly; "let the poor devil come along if he likes.

One good turn deserves another." "Just so, Major; that hello-swello want cut our throats, so I want cut his--one good turn deserve another, as wise king say in Book, when he give half baby to woman what wouldn't have it.

Well, so be, Major, specially as it no matter, for he not stop with us long." "You mean that he will run away, Jeekie ?" "Oh! no, he not run away, he in too blue funk for that.

But something run away with him, because he ought die to-morrow night.

Oh! yes, you see, you see, and Jeekie hope that something not run away with you too, Major, because you ought be married at same time." "Hope not, I am sure," answered Alan, and bethinking him of Big Bonsa wallowing and screaming on the water and bleeding out white blood, he shivered a little.
By this time, advancing at a trot, the Mungana running after them like a dog, they had entered the bush pierced with a few wandering paths.