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He'd riddle you both with bullets, and perhaps quite kill Doctor Kingsmead." "Well, sir, he's riddling of me now, sir; I dunno what to say; on'y it don't seem nat'ral to stand still and be blown up in a splosion, when you might get away. Ha! I have it, sir. S'pose I get the boat round under the cabin window, and you and Jackum shove the doctor out and lower him down. What d'yer say to that?"
The other was missed, the boomerang hurled just going over its back and returning to the thrower after the fashion of a disappointed dog, while the little animal took refuge in a tree, leaping from bough to bough till brought down by one of a little shower of melon-headed clubs. Jackum held up the two trophies with a grin of delight, tied their legs together, and hung them on a stump.
"No, walk, kedge fis'," said Jackum, shaking his head. "Bully-woolly dar." "Bully-woolly?" said Carey, wonderingly. Jackum threw himself on the ground, with his legs stiffened out behind, and his hands close to his sides.
"Keeping out of your reach, you old madman," growled Bostock. "You send him down." As Carey listened it became plain to him that no matter how defective the black was in speech he understood pretty well every word that was said, for a firm sinewy hand was laid upon the lad's arm and the man said softly, "Jackum won't go. Want 'top 'long you. Big Dan mumkull Jackum."
Then, imitating, as he thought, the black's action exactly, Carey sent the weapon spinning along about a yard above the sand; but it did not begin to rise, and before it dropped one of the men caught it cleverly and sent it back with such accuracy that Jackum caught it in turn and handed it to the boy.
"Ha!" cried the black out of the darkness, for it was night now, with the black's figure just visible in the flames from the shore. "No kill Jackum?" "Not I," cried Carey. "Here, let me come by." He thrust the black aside, and went under the broken light. "Look here, Bob," he cried. "Can that old wretch blow up the ship?" "Well, sir, that's what I've been thinking.
"No," cried Carey, who was hot and irritable with the failure attending his exertions. "You're cheating me; this one won't go." "No make um go," cried Jackum, slapping his thighs and dancing with glee. "No; it's a bad one; it won't fly back." "Yes, fly bird come back." "But it doesn't when I throw it." "No, won't come back." "And it won't when those black fellows throw."
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."
"You had better go ashore and join your men." "Jackum men? Jackum boys." "Yes, go and join them." "Jackum 'top 'long o' Car-ee boy." "No, it is not safe. You must go. Big Dan is going to shoot powder and kill." "Big Dan shoot big gun; mumkull eberybody?" "Yes; be off while you can." "Car-ee boy come too?" "No, I am going to stay here with the doctor." "Jackum 'top 'long doc-tor too."
Jackum nodded and grinned. "Get big lot. You come some day," he cried. "Some day, Jackum, if my father will fit out a vessel." "Iss," said Jackum. "No Big Dan. Killa feller. Mumkull eberybody. You come sit along Jackum. Jackum show Car-ee how fro boomerang next time. Ha, ha!"
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