“They have gone right on into the woody part.”
“Yes, the gin’ral’s right,” said Dinny.
“But I have my doubts of their intentions,” said Jack.
“And so have I—big doubts,” said Dinny; “so I won’t thrust them.”
“I don’t think they’ve come in search of you,” continued Jack.
“Not come in search of us?” said Abel, excitedly.
A shot rang out from the distance, followed immediately by another.
“That proves it,” said Jack. “It is a shooting party.”
“Av course it is,” cried Dinny, laughing. “I could have told ye that, only I didn’t think of it. It’s the pigs they’re after, and they’re making free wid our flocks and herds.”
“What a relief!” said Abel, wiping the sweat from his brow. “What shall we do next?”