Part 90 (1/2)
”Say, Mas' Don, think we can trust him?”
”Trust him, Jem! Why, of course”
”That's all very well, Mas' Don You're such a trusting chap See how you used to trust Mike Bannock, and how he turned you over”
”Yes; but he was a scoundrel Ngati is a sie”
”Hope he is, Mas' Don; but what I'e”
”Why, what do you ry some day, as 'tis his nature to”
”Of course”
”And then, 'spose he has us out in the woods at hisabout cannibals How can you be so absurd?”
”Coh tocaati; for just then the breeze seemed to sweep the faint roar of the torrent aside, and the shouting of the Maoris came loud and clear
”They're over the river,” said Jeot a spear infor the sake of old Bristol and my little wife”
CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
IN THE WOODS
”They're not over the river, Jem,” said Don, impatiently ”I wish you wouldn't always look on the worst side of everything”
”That's what your Uncle Josiah allus does with the sugar, Mas' Don If the foots erry treacley when he had a hogshead turned up to look at the bottom first, he allus used to say as all the rest was poor quality”
”We're not dealing with sugar now”
”No, Mas' Don; this here arn't half so sweet I wish it was”
”Hssh!+” caht they followed hied patches of reat fronds of the tree-ferns brushi+ng their faces, and nocturnal birds rushi+ng away froed in their hunt for food
When they encountered a strea down froati still led the way Hour after hour they tra, but pausing now and then to help the in the darkness ild and strange, and there was an unreality in the journey that appeared dreamlike, the more so that, utterly worn out, Don fro sleep