Waung laughed, swinging his spear.
"Hunting has been bad," he said, carelessly. "I have been lazy, perhaps—or the game was scarce. But I have a treat for you to-morrow."
"What is that?" they asked, eagerly, looking up from skinning the kangaroo-rat.
"What would you say to ants' eggs?"
"We like them more than anything else," they cried. "Have you found some?"
"I have found a very big hill," Waung said. "It should be full of eggs."
"And you will take us there?"
Waung did not want to seem too eager. He hesitated.
"I do not want the eggs," he said, at length. "A man wants something he can bite—eggs are for women. But will you cook me a wallaby if I take you there?"
"Where is the wallaby?" asked the Kar-ak-ar-ook.