Part 31 (1/2)

d.y.k.e examined the dead beast, and thought he should like the skin, which was in beautiful condition; but he had plenty of other things to think of, and hurried back to the house, followed by Duke, to see how his brother was.

There was no change: Emson was sleeping; and, reloading his piece, the boy went out once more to see to the ostriches, which seemed in a sorry condition, and as he fed them, he felt as if he would like to set the melancholy-looking creatures free.

”But Joe wouldn't like it when he gets better,” thought d.y.k.e; and at last he returned to the house to find a pail half full of milk standing at the door, while the smoke rising from behind the building showed that Tanta had lit a fire.

The boy's spirits rose, for the misery and solitude of his position did not seem so bad now, and on walking round to the front of the shed-like lodge, he found the woman ready to look up laughingly, as she kneaded up some meal for a cake.

”Where did you get that?” cried d.y.k.e.

”Wagon,” said the woman promptly. ”Jack get mealie wagon. Jack tief.

Tanta Sal get mealie for baas.”

”Yes, that's right; but you should ask me. But, look here, Tant, Jack shan't come here. You understand?”

”Jack tief,” cried the woman angrily, and jumping up from her knees she ran into the lodge, and came back with an old wagon wheel spoke in her floury hands, flourished it about, and made some fierce blows.

”Dat for Jack,” she said, laughing, nodding, and then putting the stout cudgel back again, and returning to go on preparing the cake for breakfast, the kettle being already hanging in its place.

d.y.k.e nodded and went away, and in an hour's time he was seated at a meal at which there was hot bread and milk, fried bacon and eggs, and a glorious feeling of hope in his breast; for poor Emson, as he lay there, had eaten and drunk all that was given him, and was sleeping once more.

”Bother the old ostriches!” cried d.y.k.e, as he looked down eagerly at the sick man. ”We can soon get some more, or do something else. We shan't starve. You're mending fast, Joe, or you couldn't have eaten like that; and if you get well, what does it matter about anything else? Only you might look at a fellow as if you knew him, and just say a few words.”

Emson made no sign; but his brother was in the best of spirits, and found himself whistling while he was feeding the ostriches, starting up, though, in alarm as a shadow fell upon the ground beside him.

But it was only Tanta Sal, who looked at him, smiling the while.

”Jack tief,” she said; ”teal mealie.”

”Yes, I know,” cried d.y.k.e, nodding.

”Jack tief,” said Tanta again. ”Kill, hit stritch.”

”What!” cried d.y.k.e.

”Tant feed. Jack knock kopf.”

”What! Jack knock the young ostriches on the head?”

”Ooomps!” grunted the woman, and picking up a stone, she took hold of the neck of an imaginary young ostrich, and gave it a thump on the head with the stone, then looked up at d.y.k.e and laughed.

”The beast!” he cried indignantly.

”Ooomps! Jack tief.”

Tanta looked sharply round, then ran to where some ostrich bones lay, picked clean by the ants, and stooping down, took something from the ground, and ran back to hand d.y.k.e the skull of a young bird, pointing with one black finger at a dint in the bone.

”Jack,” she said laconically--”Jack no want stritch.”