My heart gave a bound.
The next minute he was walking slowly towards Mr Francis, to whom he held out the flowers; and then I felt giddy, for I saw them coming slowly towards our camp, both talking earnestly, my father seeming to be explaining something about the flowers he had picked.
The doctor had seen it too, and he drew me away, after cautioning Jimmy to be silent.
And there we stood while those two rescued prisoners talked quietly and earnestly together, but it was in the savage tongue.
I need not tell you of my joy, or the doctor’s triumphant looks.
“It is the beginning, Joe,” he said; and hardly had he spoken when Jimmy came up.
“Not bunyip ’tall!” he said scornfully. “Not no bunyip; all big ’tuff! Jimmy, Mass Joe fader talk away, say, ‘where my boy?’”