“Oh, Jem!”
“That’s so, Mas’ Don.”
“Is he better?”
“Oh, yes; he’s getting better. I don’t think you could kill him. Sort o’ chap that if you cut him to pieces some bit or another would be sure to grow again.”
“Why, it was Mike Bannock and those wretches, Jem.”
“That’s what we thought, my lad, but we couldn’t find out. It was some one, and whoever it was took away three guns.”
“I saw them, Jem.”
“You see ’em?”
“Yes, as I lay back with my head so bad that I couldn’t be sure.”
“Ah, well, they found us out, and they’ve got their guns again; but they give it to poor Ngati awful.”