Part 67 (2/2)

_Churr_--_churr_--_churr-ur-ur_! Shrieked the cockatoo nearer, nearer, and then right in front of the cave, as it flew by

”All right, Mas' Don; I arn't going to hargue You think your way, and I'll thinkin New Zealandee as those twoin this here hole, I never lived in Bristol city, and I don't know sugar from tobacker”

”Hist!” whispered Don

_Hiss-s-s-s_ cag-pap_! Went so of a liquid kind

”Here, I can't stand this here, Mas' Don,” whispered Jeht away in the woods”

”Hush!+ There's so his coht, Mas' Don! Take ain where the bad air is; poison us both Good-bye, Sally, ives you

Shake hands, Mas' Don I don't bear you no ill-will, nor nobody else

Here they co noise, and they were on the tip-toe of expectation, when there was a heavy concussion, a deep-toned roar, and then an echoing ru the ripped Don's arm with force, and stared at hiun from the shi+p to recall the boats”

Je a slap

”You are a clever one, Mas' Don, and no ht it was that”

”What did you think it was, then?”

”So_! And blown up thehead appearing above the edge of the shelf, and seen by the evening light as it fell athwart it, the countenance with its blue lines and scrolls ending in curls on either side of the nose was startling enough to er

The owner of the face cliure, when Don recognised the second as the tattooed Englishman, while there was no runt as a human voice shouted,--

”My pakeha”

”So you, Mas' Don?”

”My pakeha!” shouted the New Zealander again ”Jemmeree Wiht na forward

The chief ht hioing to do, placed his blue nose against that which was coppery white, and gave it a peculiar rub

”Here, I say, don't!” cried Je to free himself, when the chief seized Don in turn, and bent down and served him the same

”Don't you stand it, Mas' Don Hit out”

”Don't you, youngster,” said the Englishman ”It's only his friendly way”