“To see Jimmy feed the crocodiles. Come along, lads.”
Jimmy stopped short with his jaw dropped, and nearly beside himself with rage. He seemed to be completely staggered at our cool way of taking things, and at last he ran off like the wind, rushed back again with his eyes flashing, and slapping his legs as he darted upon Ti-hi, waddy in hand.
“Gib boomerang Jimmy, black tief fellow,” he roared. “Take a boomerang. Jimmy boomerang. Tief fellow tole a boomerang.”
Snatching it from Ti-hi’s hand he made believe to strike him with the curious weapon and then rushed off with it into the bush.
“Well, Joe,” said the doctor, “do you think the crocodiles will dine on blackbird?”
I shook my head.
“What do you say, Jack Penny, eh?”
“Jimmy won’t jump in, I know,” drawled Jack.
“You’re right,” said the doctor; “he’ll come back before long hungry as a hunter, and regularly tamed down or I’m no judge of character.”
“Yes,” I said, “and he’ll bring back something he has killed so as to try and make friends. That’s how he always did at home.”