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There was a sharp report, a rush, and quite in a little cloud of smoke Jackum bounded out on the deck, whipped his club out from where it was stuck in his girdle behind, and made several vicious blows at nothing in the direction of the cabin stairs, his teeth bared, and a savage look of rage in his eyes. Then, clapping his left hand to his ear, which was bleeding, he whispered: "Big Dan shoot."
Just you bounce about a bit and let 'em see what you're made of, and then give 'em your orders what to do." "Yes, what would you do first?" "Well, sir, if it was me I should send Jackum and a couple more no, I wouldn't send jackum, because he's not a bad sort o' fellow, and we couldn't spare him.
The black led the way to the captain's cabin, and there was a faint cry of delight as the boy sprang forward and let his gun drop against the locker, to grasp Doctor Kingsmead's extended hands. "Oh, doctor, doctor!" he cried. "At last! at last! But how thin and white you look." "Loss of blood, my lad. Ah, Jackum!"
Wood hurt um?" cried the man, and he pulled the boy on one side, dropped on his knees, and began to feel about the bottom of the canoe with his hand. "No hurt." "No; all right now," said Carey, smiling. "Here, Jackum, I want to learn to throw the boomerang. Give me hold."
Carey threw again half-a-dozen times, for the curved blade to be caught by one or the other, no matter how wildly diverse were the casts, and sent back to Jackum, who never missed a catch, standing perfectly calm and at the proper moment darting out his right or left hand, when flip, he had it safely and handed it back, grinning with delight. "White boy no fro boomerang," he said.
"Nay, sir, that I wouldn't. I shouldn't call a chap a man who'd go and do a thing like that. We should take him with us." "Hoist him with ropes through that broken skylight! Why, it would kill him." "Well, Jackum and me we'd carry him out o' the s'loon door, sir. We'd be werry careful." "Pish! You know that the old ruffian commands the staircase, and he shot both Jackum and me when we were there.
Carey felt the injured head gently, and was not a bit the wiser, save that he could not feel the movement of fractured bones, so he nodded back to Jackum and repeated the black's words.
A few minutes later the great lizard was dead. "Plenty cookie now," said Jackum, and they began to return, picking up their trophies as they went back exactly over their trail. "They'll only cut a piece out of the carpet snake," thought Carey. "It's too big to take back." But he was mistaken.
Then the hunt was continued. Several splendid birds were knocked over, and they were now high up in the river valley, where the great monitor lizards haunted the sun-baked volcanic stones. "Knock one of those down, Jackum," said Carey, who was anxious to see how the blacks would deal with the tail-lashing creatures.
When they saw him fully occupied Carey and Bostock turned to where the arms were hidden, and soon after each was provided with a revolver and gun loaded, and with an ample supply of cartridges. "Now, Bob," cried Carey, excitedly, "the Chusan is once more our own. If we fastened up the gangways we could keep all those blacks off." "What about Jackum?" "He would obey me now."
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