"I hear something in the bushes," she said. "Is it one of those bad Blacks like I saw at the cave?"
"Too far away for bad Black, think ghost, maybe," said the black boy, who, with all his courage, had the Black's fear of ghosts.
"I don't think there are such things as ghosts," said Jean steadily.
"Plenty ghosts," said Kadok. "One man of my tribe go to near tribe and he saw wuurie left alone with no life in it. Over door was crooked stick pointing to where family had gone. On ground were pieces of bark covered with white clay, so he knew some one dead. He follow tracks and found dead body in tree. It was bound with knees to chest, tied with cord made from acacia bark and was wrapped in rug of opossum skins. He turn back rug and saw face of friend. Then he wept and went away. He walked from place of death and heard a great chattering of magpies. He turned to see what made magpies make so much noise—saw ghost of dead friend. It had followed him from the tree. So I know there are ghosts, little Missa."
"This ghost sounds to me as if it went on four feet," said Jean. "And as I don't hear it any more I'm going to sleep."
She listened for awhile, but heard no more.
In the early morning she was awakened by feeling something cool on her face. She sprang up with a cry of terror which promptly turned to one of delight.
"Dandy, my own Dandy!" she cried, throwing her arms around the pony's neck.
"Oh, Kadok, here is my pony. He has wandered away and we must be not far from Djerinallum!"
The little pony seemed as pleased as she, and Kadok's face lighted up,