Part 91 (1/2)

The Maori looked at hi up one of the eggs, and pointing to the ferny thicket

”No, no,” said Ngati, shaking his head ”Moa, moa”

He stooped down and held his hands apart in different directions, as if he were describing the shape of aerect, he raised one hand to the full extent of his arers so as to iainst his arm, placed the left aran to stalk about slowly

”Moa, s, ”Kiwi, kiwi”

”Kiwi, kiwi,” said Jem ”Can't make out what he s raw?”

He ati snatched it away

”No, no!” he cried sharply, and snatched the other away

”Pig!” ejaculated Jereedy over the eggs, which he secured in a roughly-enerous enough over the fruit and palati exaned to hi hietic way

”Is he going to drown me, Mas' Don?”

”No, no, Jem I know: he wants to bathe your wound”

So it proved, for Ngati made hi by applying so them up ild flax

This done, he exa with satisfaction because it was no worse

”Say, Mas' Don, it do feel comf'table Why, he's quite a doctor, eh?”

”What?” continued Jens

”He wants you to bathe his wounds Your arati lay down by the pool, and, pulling up soashes and a stab, that was roughly plugged with fibre

The wounds were so bad that it was a wonder to both that the great fellow could keep about; but he appeared to bear the with satisfaction as his attendant carefully washed them, and in imitation of what he had seen, applied bruised leaves and moss, and finally bound them up with native flax

Don shuddered lad when it was over, Je on calmly the while

”Why, Mas' Don, a chap at hoo into hospital for less than that”

”Yes, Jem; but these men seem so healthy and well, they heal up quickly, and bear their hurts as if nothing rong”

”Sleep,” said Ngati, suddenly; and he signed to Don to lie down and to Jem to keep watch, while he lay down at once in thecanopies of ferns

”Oh, all right, Mas' Don, I don't mind,” said Jem; ”only I was just as tired as him”