“And you ‘ve ridden like blazes, and ruined the mare, to tell us rot like that. What if they do come up to the hut? They’ve been there before.”
The answer was more to his companion than his servant, but Jimmy answered the implied reproach.
“Blackfellow burn hut,” he stated.
“Nonsense!”
“This fellow sit down along a bush,” he went on stolidly.
“Well—if you did! I wish to heaven you had stopped alongside your confounded bush before you ruined my mare.”
“Bungally you!” said Jimmy, who was no respecter of persons, meaning “you are very stupid.” “Blackfellow put firestick in humpy and—”
“Good God! Stanesby, I knew it. The myalls are going to burn down the hut, and this beggar’s got wind of it.”
Jimmy nodded approvingly.
“All gone humpy,” he said, stretching out his hands as if to denote the deed was done.