“I know whad is der madder mit dose poy. He is guide well as neffer vas, und lie und shleep and say he gannod vork a leedle pid. How game he do domble und gut den kopf?”
Dyke coloured.
“He did not tumble,” said the boy. “I hit him.”
“Zo? Mit dem shdick?”
“No,” faltered Dyke; “with the barrel of my gun.”
“Ach! das ist not goot. You mide break den gun. Der whip handle is der bess. Why you vas hit him on dem het?”
“He would not see to the bullocks. Almost directly after we had started—I mean the next day—he got at the meat and ate all there was.”
“Ach! yas. He look as if he had den gros shdomach. And zo he eat him all?”
“Yes; everything.”
“Und what den?”