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Black Jackum roared at this, and Bostock made a feint of splashing him, to the other blacks' great delight. Jackum dodged and ducked his head, Bostock keeping up the threatening till Jackum protested. "No no no," he cried. "Let feel um," and he stretched out his hands. "All right," cried Bostock, ceasing his watery threats; "feel then." "Feel cookie," said Jackum, solemnly. "Cookie brokum?"
"Car-ee come 'long too." "No," said Carey; "I'll stop here." "Car-ee come. Doc-tor farss 'sleep. Big Dan brokum. Sit alonga long time. Baal fetch um too much drinking grog. Old man no good." "Go along with Bob." "Go alonga Cookie now?" "Yes, and he'll give you plenty." "Plenty eat. Jackum come back soon."
The black's fingers were applied with delicate touch to the old sailor's head. "Gently, old soot-box," said Bostock, quietly submitting; "it feels as if it was red-hot." "No brokum," said Jackum, turning sharply to Carey and catching at the boy's wrist. "Feelum."
For the black had crept close up to the berth and squatted down, gazing anxiously in the sufferer's face. "Doc-tor mumkull?" he said. "Killed? Oh, no, my man. I hope not for a long time yet." "Mumkull no," said Jackum. "Brokum?" "Yes, broken if you like," and he pointed to the slit-up leg of his trousers and a large bloodstained bandage, tightly bound round.
"No brokum," he said, and the black laughed, caught hold of Bostock's loose neckerchief, slipped it off, and tied it round the injured place, laughing and nodding as he turned the old sailor round and pointed out the bandage to Carey. "Big Dan hit um," he said. "That's right, sonny," cried Bostock, laughing. "I say.
"Hey? Big Dan brokum." "Going to shoot. Powder gun." "Ho!" exclaimed the black, who seemed now to have some idea of there being danger. "Car-ee no 'top. Come 'long shore. Eat snake." "No," said Carey. "You go; I must stop with the doctor." "Doctor not go," said the black, thoughtfully. "Hole in leggum. Jackum won't go. 'Top 'long o' Car-ee."
I'll send some of your black fellows to come if you give up your pistols and gun." "What!" roared Mallam. "I'm king here, and here, you tell the doctor to come to me directly." "Shan't," growled Bostock. "Big Dan brokum," whispered Black Jackum. "Yes," said Carey, "both legs." "Black Jackum go and men'. No. Big Dan shoot um."
"There is not very much skin off," said Annie. "You had better wash it." The king made a wry face and changed the conversation. "You got 'um hat, Missy Annie? One hat baal brokum, allasame white fellow hat. Bad hat, King Billy bad; black fellow, white fellow laugh." He peered into his hat, and, trying to straighten it out, put his fist through the side. Poor Billy looked as if he could cry.
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