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"No come back. Go sleep roun' fire. 'Top all snakum eatum." Twice over it seemed to Carey that he lost consciousness, though he never went fairly off to sleep, but sat there suffering terrible mental pain and the burning sensation in his chest as if he were being seared with a hot iron. The night seemed as if it would never come to an end.
"Yes, but that was on the water, my lad," said Bostock, shaking his head. "Bob Bob, come along; kedge wallaby snakum ticky-ticky." "Who's to do the cooking if I do?" growled Bostock. "Cookie, come kedge ticky-ticky." "No. I say, my lad, keep your weather eye open." "Both of them, Bob. I'll take care." The paddles were plunged in again, and the boat glided onward.
Lookye here, my lad, you must be 'bout starving." "Starving, Bob? I had not thought of it," said the boy, sadly. "Then I'll think for you. I say you must have something, and so must I. Fellow's engine won't work without coal. Hi! Jackum! Something to eat?" The black bounded to his side. "Jackum want eat. Baal hab bit snakum." "More you did, Sootie; but you shall have something better. Come along."
Bostock reached down his hand, but the help was not needed, the black springing up and rapidly making his way on deck, where he stood for a few moments gazing across the lagoon, stained blood-red now by the big fire; and he laughed softly. "Black fellow eat plenty snakum. Jackum eat plenty now. Sit alonga self."
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