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When Jimmy Nowlett crawled out from under the bark he had to lie down on Malachi's bunk to laugh, and even for some time afterwards it was not unusual for Jimmy to wake up in the' night and laugh till we wished him dead. I should like to finish here, but there remains something more to be said about Malachi.
I promised to go 'possuming with Johnny Nowlett, and he's going to give me a fire out of his gun. You can come, too. I don't want to cop out on it to-night if I do I'll run away from home again, so there." Bill walked on a bit in moody, Joe in troubled, silence. Bill tried again: he threatened, argued, and pleaded, but Joe was firm. "The master trusted me, Will," he said.
But presently Jimmy Nowlett gave a big puff at his pipe and spoke 'I suppose you got bit too in that quarter, Romany? 'Oh, she tried it on, but it didn't go, said Romany. 'I've met her sort before. She's setting her cap at that Jackaroo now. Some girls will run after anything with trousers on, and he stood up.
Then he could be heard loudly ejaculating "It's a caution!" as he went through the bush like a startled kangaroo, and he didn't stop till he reached the station. Jimmy Nowlett and I had been peeping through a crack in the same sheet of bark that Malachi dislodged; it fell on us and bruised us somewhat, but it wasn't enough to knock the fun out of the thing.
I always thought she had a sweet voice, and I'd have enjoyed it if that damned Jackaroo hadn't been listening too. We listened in silence until she'd finished. 'That gal's got a nice voice, said Jimmy Nowlett. 'Nice voice! snarled Romany, who'd been waiting for a chance to be nasty. 'Why, I've heard a tom-cat sing better. I moved, and Jack, he was sitting next me, nudged me to keep quiet.
An old bush friend of mine, one Jimmy Nowlett, who ranked as a bullock-driver, told me of a Christmas time he had. He was cut off by the floods with his team, and had nothing to eat for four days but potatoes and honey.
Jack Barnes must have felt what was coming, for he grabbed my arm, and whispered, 'Sit still, Joe, damn you! He's too good for you! but I was on my feet and facing Romany as if a giant hand had reached down and wrenched me off the log and set me there. 'You're a damned crawler, Romany! I said. Little Jimmy Nowlett was between us and the other fellows round us before a blow got home.
I got some awful thumps, but mostly on the body. Jimmy Nowlett began to get excited and jump round he was an excitable little fellow. 'Fight! you ! he yelled. 'Why don't you fight? That ain't fightin'. Fight, and don't try to murder each other. Use your crimson hands or, by God, I'll chip you! Fight, or I'll blanky well bullock-whip the pair of you; then his language got awful.
'What the hell's Romany trying to do? said Jimmy Nowlett. 'He couldn't have fell off his horse or else he's drunk. A couple of chaps got up and went to see. Then there was that waiting, mysterious silence that comes when something happens in the dark and nobody knows what it is. I went over, and the thing dawned on me.
'Any way, said Jimmy Nowlett, 'if he'd stuck Joe in hot blood before us all it wouldn't be so bad as if he sneaked up and stuck him in the back in the dark. But you'd best keep an eye over yer shoulder for a year or two, Joe. That chap's got Eye-talian blood in him somewhere. And now the best thing you chaps can do is to keep your mouth shut and keep all this dark from the gals.