The Dingo Boys Part 12

"Is one kind of bird peculiar to this country, then?" asked Norman.

"Well, it is not fair to say peculiar, but one kind is abundant--the parrot--and there are several kinds here."

"Are c.o.c.katoos?" said Rifle, eagerly.

"A c.o.c.katoo, you might say, is a parrot. The only difference seems to be that it has a crest.--But how much farther do you make it to the tree, German?"

"Miles," said that worthy, rather gruffly. "Keeps getting farther off 'stead o' nigher, sir."

"The air is so wonderfully clear that distance is deceiving. Never mind, keep on slowly, so as not to distress the cattle and the horses with their heavier loads."

"Needn't ha' said that, sir; this horse'll go slow enough," grumbled German. "I get thinking sometimes as he ain't moving at all."

The captain laughed, and as he rode a few yards in advance to carefully scan the country in front, a great deal of whispering and gesticulation went on between the gardener and Norman, while the other boys looked on full of mischievous glee, and egged the lad on.

"No, no, Master Norman; don't, sir. It'd make him cross."

"Yes, and he'd discharge you if I told him how you threw cold water on his plans."

"I ain't a bit afraid o' that, sir," said German, with a grin. "He can't send me back. But I don't want to rile him. I say, don't tell him, sir."

"But you laughed at everything he meant to do."

"That I didn't, sir. Precious little laughing I've done lately."

"Well, then, say you're sorry, and that you think father's plans are splendid."

"What, tell a couple o' big thumpers like that?" whispered German, with virtuous indignation; "no, that I won't. I wonder at you, Master Norman; that I do."

"Oh, very well, then," cried the boy. "Here goes. I say, father--" He ran forward, and as he joined the captain, taking hold of the mane of his horse, and walking on beside him, Sam's face was so full of pitiable consternation that the other two boys laughed.

Sam turned upon them fiercely.

"Ah, it's all very well for you two to grin," he growled. "Think o'

what it's going to be for me."

"Serve you right for saying what you did," cried Rifle, by way of consolation.

"Oh, Master Raffle, don't you turn again me, too.--He's too hard, ain't he, Master 'Temus?"

"Not a bit," cried the latter. "You grumble at everything. You're a regular old Sourkrout, always grumbling."

"Well! of all!" gasped the gardener, taking off his hat and wiping his brow.

"Look here," cried Rifle; "father will be back here directly, so you had better go down on your knees and say you're very sorry."

"That I won't," said German, st.u.r.dily.

"And say you believe that the place is beautiful, and that you'll make a better garden than we had in the country, and grow everything."

"No; you won't ketch me saying such a word as that, sir, for I don't believe the place is any good at all. I say, see them chaps yonder?"

The boys looked in the direction pointed out by Sam with his whip, and Rifle exclaimed, "Blacks!"

"Yes; I saw one too."

"I seed three or four dodging in and out among the trees," said Sam.

Rifle ran on to join his father.

"Stop a moment, Master Raffle," cried Sam, imploringly. "Oh, he's gone!

Go on too, Master 'Temus, and say that I didn't mean it. The captain would be so put out if I found fault, after promising to stand by him through thick and thin."

"Then will the land grow potatoes?" said Tim mischievously.

"If I don't make it grow some as is twice as big as those at home, I'm a Dutchman. Oh dear! Here he comes."

For the captain had turned his horse's head and returned.

"Did you both see blacks?" he said anxiously.

"Yes, both of us, uncle, going from tree to tree along there toward the river."

"How many did you see, Tim?"

"I think it was two, uncle; but I'm not sure, for they darted from bush to bush, and were in sight and out again directly."

"And you, German?"

"Oh, I saw 'em first, sir, just as Master 'Temus says, running and dodging from bush to tree, so as to keep out of sight."

"But how many did you see?"

Can't say for certain, sir; but I don't think there was more'n six.

The captain hesitated for a few moments, then, as if decided what to do, he spoke.

"Keep on, and make for the tree. Have you the gun handy?"

"Yes, sir, close to my elber."

"Loaded."

"That she is, sir. Double dose o' big shot."

"That's right. But I don't think there is any danger. The blacks will not meddle with us if we leave them alone. Look here, boys, we shall go armed for the sake of precaution, but I fervently hope that we shall not be called upon to fire upon the poor wretches. I daresay we shall encounter some of them, and if we do, you must keep them at a distance.

Let them know that we are their masters, with firmness, but no cruelty."

"Look, there they go again!" cried Norman, pointing to a patch of woodland, a quarter of a mile forward, to their left.