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They made signs that if I didn't they'd light a fire on the deck, and one chap began rubbing his fire-sticks to get a light." "I can't spare you, Bob," cried Carey, anxiously. "What am I to do? Here, I know," said the boy, rising to the emergency. "Here, Jackum!" The man, who had been watching him intently, sprang to his side on the instant, looking ready to obey the slightest order.
"Big Dan," he whispered, with his eyes twinkling with the same delight which infused his companion, who rolled on the deck in the excess of his mirth. "Yes, that's it," said Carey, impatiently. "Big Dan. Drink. Bad. Now, Jackum, look here." "Look?" said the black. "What look?" "Listen, then. Find doctor." "Find doctor. Where doctor?" "Yes," said Carey.
"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."
It is enough to state that the boats on the night of the wreck had been carried in safety to a western Australian port; that the doctor rapidly began to mend; that Carey's injured chest was doctored by a sick man; and that Jackum wanted badly to follow the young adventurer when the time came for saying good-bye, and was only stopped by its being impressed upon him that he was King of Pearl Island now, and was to go on collecting till Carey came to see him some day on a voyage with his father, to trade for all his copra, shell, and pearls.
Carey went up at once, and found that Jackum was just squeezing himself edgewise beneath the hinged opening of the saloon skylight. He grinned with satisfaction. "Find doc-tor," he said, fumbling in his girdle. "Big Dan shoot shoot." "Not killed mumkull?" whispered Carey, in a voice full of the anguish he felt. "No, no, no. Baal mumkull. Big Dan shoot. Doctor broke."
The doctor pressed the hand which took his, but made no reply in his utter exhaustion, and Carey drew back uttering a sigh, as much from pain as anxiety. "It's no use," he muttered, "there's no help for it. I've got to do it all." "Big Dan go mumkull ebberybody?" asked Jackum, quietly, and as if it was all a matter of course. "No, no," cried Carey, angrily. "I'd soon kill him."
"Doc-tor go mumkull," whispered Jackum, but Carey made an angry gesture and, fetching water from the table, he moistened the wounded man's lips, and in a short time had the satisfaction of seeing him revive a little and in a faint whisper ask for a drink. Carey raised his head a little, and half a glassful was swallowed with avidity.
Now, Jackum, give him the gun, and come with me." The black obeyed with alacrity, and a few minutes later Carey heard the faint plash of oars, and sat there in the utter silence, watching the doctor's pallid thin features, as he still slept deeply, and listening for the sounds from below which did not come.
"Jackum find," was the confident reply, and with a quick nod he bounded to one of the open saloon skylights, lay down, and edged himself through the slit, let his body go down, hung by his hands a moment or two, and let go, dropping into the saloon without a sound.
Big Dan, drinkum, drinkum," and he made a pantomimic gesture with his hand as if tossing off a dram. Black Jackum gave a sharp glance aft to make sure that his white chief was not on deck, and then, grinning with delight, he imitated Bostock's action with his doubled hand as if drinking.
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