‘That’s fetched him,’ said Will Henton; ‘Brody’s a wonder at all sorts of signals. I believe he’s a different call for every man on the place.’
‘Have a drink, Yacka,’ said Ben Brody. ‘What’s it to be, rum or beer?’
Yacka smacked his lips, and said, ‘Beer.’
‘That’s better,’ said Jim Lee; ‘rum’s a curse.’
Yacka drank the beer with evident relish.
‘Like a square meal?’ said Brody.
The black nodded, and Brody helped him plentifully to the remains of the feast.
‘Where are you going to take these youngsters?’ said Ben Brody.
‘Long way,’ replied Yacka. ‘Bring them safe back.’
‘I hope so,’ said Brody. ‘Going in search of the lost tribes?’