Part 33 (1/2)

”Here, Duke!” he cried; ”carry.”

He slung the birds on either side of the dog's neck, and then stooping down, picked up the fat, heavy cubs, tucked one under each arm, where they nestled to him, and then started for home.

”Nice position for me if I'm wrong,” he muttered. ”Suppose their mother isn't dead, and she finds me stealing her young ones. Ugh!”

But he was not wrong, and soon after entered the house with his prizes, to find Emson awake and watching him; while Tanta Sal crouched on the floor, gazing at the lamp which she had lit and seemed to admire intensely.

”How are you?” was d.y.k.e's first question, and on being a.s.sured in a faint echo of a voice that his brother was better, he handed two of the birds to the woman to take and stew down at once.

”Take lion's babies too?” she said, shaking her head severely. ”Not good eat.”

”Who wants to eat them?” said d.y.k.e. ”No: I'm going to keep them. Come, make haste. I want to see those birds cooking into soup.”

”Soup? Ooomps. Tant know make tea--coffee--dinner.”

”No, no; soup.”

”Ooomps; make bird tea, coffee? Baas Joe drink in spoon.”

”Yes, that's right; you understand,” cried d.y.k.e, and the woman hurried out with the birds, the dog following her, his instinct teaching him that there would be the heads and possibly other odds and ends to fall to his share. But before going, he went and poked at the two cubs and uttered a low bark.

”What do you think of these, Joe?” said d.y.k.e, picking up his prizes, and placing them on the bed.

”Dangerous, little un,” said Emson feebly. ”The mother will scent them out.”

”No: I feel sure it was their mother I shot last night. She lies out yonder where Tant and I dragged her.”

”Ah!” said Emson softly, ”it was her skin Tant brought in to show me.

She stripped it off to-night.”

”She did? Bravo! well done, Tant! But look here, Joe: couldn't I bring these cubs up?”

”Yes, for a time; but they would grow dangerous. Try.”

That night, after finding very little difficulty in getting the cubs to suck a couple of pieces of rag soaked in milk, d.y.k.e dropped asleep, to dream that the lioness had come to life again, and was waiting at the door for her cubs; but it proved to be only Tanta Sal once more, just at daybreak, with a tin of the bird soup, which she had set to stew overnight, and woke up early to get ready for the baas. Of this Emson partook with avidity as soon as he woke, his brother laughing merrily as he fed him with a wooden spoon, while Tant grinned with delight.

”Jack say Baas Joe go die,” she cried, clapping her legs with her hands.

”Jack tief.”

d.y.k.e endorsed the words that morning when he visited the still unladen wagon, for a bag of sugar and some more meal had disappeared.

He stood rubbing his ear viciously.

”It's my fault for not taking the things indoors,” he said in a vexed tone of voice; ”but I can't do everything, and feeding those cubs last night made me forget to set Duke to watch.”

Then a thought struck him, and he put his head outside the tilt and shouted for Tant, who came running up, and at once climbed into the wagon.

”Did you fetch some mealies from here last night?” asked d.y.k.e.

”No: Jack,” cried the woman excitedly--”Jack tief.”