“Nought!” blurted Jack, still like a drunken man. “Nought happened. Bloody blasted nothing.”
“Kangaroo is shot,” said Jaz.
“Dead?”
“No—o!” snarled Jack. “No, damn yer, not dead.”
Somers looked at Jaz.
“They’ve taken him home—shot in the belly,” said Jaz.
“In his bloomin’ Kangaroo guts,” said Jack. “Ain’t much left of the ant that shot ’im, though—neither guts nor marrow.”
Richard stared at the two men.
“Are you hurt?” he said to Jack.
“Me? Oh, no, I just scratched myself shaving, darling. Making me toilet.”