Chapter Ten.
How we saw Strange Things.
“You rascal!” I exclaimed; “how dare you! Here, doctor, what is to be done? How am I to punish him?”
“Send him back,” said the doctor; “or, no: we’ll leave him here at the village.”
Jimmy leaped up from where he had been squirming, as Jack Penny called it, on the ground, and began to bound about, brandishing his waddy, and killing nothing with blows on the head.
“No, no,” he shouted, “no send Jimmy back. Mass Joe leave Jimmy—Jimmy kill all a black fellow dead.”
“Now look here, sir,” I said, seizing him by the ear and bringing him to his knees, proceedings which, big strong fellow as he was, he submitted to with the greatest of humility, “I’m not going to have you spoil our journey by any of your wild pranks; if ever you touch one of the people again, back you go to the station to eat damper and mutton and mind sheep.”
“Jimmy no go back mind sheep; set gin mind sheep. Jimmy go long Mass Joe.”