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"No, not yet, Junkie," returned Barret; "he has been faithful to his promise not to go on with that story till you and your brothers are present." "Well, but tell it now, Mr Jackman, and I'll go an call Eddie and Archie," pleaded the boy. "You will call in vain, then," said his father, "for they have both gone up the burn, one to photograph and the other to paint.
"Where?" asked the boys gazing down at their feet with expressions of awe. "He's i' the drain!" cried Junkie with an expanding mouth. "Ay that's it! I'm in the drain! Lend a hand, boys; I can hardly move." They ran to him instantly, but it required the united powers of all three to get him out, and when they succeeded he was found to be coated all over one side with thick mud.
The something turned out to be an eel about four feet long, which went about the boat as if it were in its native element, and cost an amazing amount of exertion, whacking, and shouting, to subdue. But this was nothing to the fish with which Junkie began to struggle immediately after, and which proved to be a real shark, five feet long.
"Oh! bother the sun! Come on wi' the fight," exclaimed the impatient Junkie. "All in good time, my boy. Suddenly a shot was heard at the head of the valley. We afterwards learned that it had been fired over the head of a big tusker elephant that stood under a tree not many yards from the man who fired.
"How old are you now, Miss Milly?" asked Aggy, in a tone of increased respect. "Nineteen," replied the other with a sigh. Again Aggy's pretty round face was rippled by a suppressed giggle, and it is highly probable that she would have given way altogether if Junkie had not returned at the moment and rescued her. "Here's the water, Milly. Now, Aggy, have you had enough?"
"Well, you see, muss," began Ian, in his slow, nasal tone, "the gless has bin fallin' for some time past, an' Tonal', poy, mind your helm; see where you're steerin' to!" Donald, who steered, was watching with profound interest the operations of Junkie, who had slily and gravely fastened a piece of twine to a back button of MacRummle's coat, and tied him to the thwart on which he sat.
"Let co the anchor, Tonal'," said Ian; "the pottom should be cood here." "Hand me the pait, Junkie," said McGregor. "Shie a bit this way," shouted Eddie. "There I've broke it!" exclaimed Junkie, almost whimpering, as he held up the handle of his knife in one hand, and in the other a mussel with a broken blade sticking in it. "Never mind, Junkie.
Rapidly the Bushman and his men descended the same path. They rode on horses stolen horses, of course. The leopard heard the clatter of hoofs and looked back. Junkie drew nearer to the gnarled tree; the leopard looked forward. Never was savage beast more thoroughly perplexed. Anxiety glared in his eyes; exasperation grinned in his teeth; indecision quivered in the muscles of his tail.
"You'd better lie low an' keep still," said Junkie; and, without further explanation of his intentions, he went softly down the bank and crept towards the sleeper, taking advantage of every stone and root and bush as he went along. Really, for a first attempt, it was worthy of the child of a Pawnee brave. MacRummle was a heavy sleeper, so Junkie had no difficulty in recovering his cap.
The truth is, that Junkie possessed a nature that was tightly strung and vibrated like an Aeolian harp to the lightest breath of influence. He resembled, somewhat, a pot of milk on a very hot fire, rather apt to boil over with a rush; nevertheless, he possessed the power to restrain himself in a simmering condition for a considerable length of time.
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