that putt the tigers and pigs to shame. Sarves you right, says I, steppin' out of my hole. Av coorse he thought I was a divil of some sort, for he turned as white in the face as a brown man could, an' bolted without so much as sayin' farewell. The way that nigger laid his legs along the ground was a caution. Ostriches are a joke to it. I picked up his blanket an' fetched it home as a keepsake, an' from that day to this the telegraph posts have been held sacred by man an' baste all over that part of the country.'"
"I 'd like to meet wi' the feller that told that yarn," said Jim Slagg.
"So should I," said Letta, laughing.
"You shall both have your wish, for there he stands," said Redpath, as they dashed round the corner of a bit of jungle, on the other side of which lay as pretty a bungalow as one could wish to see. A man-servant who had heard the wheels, was ready at the gate to receive the reins, while under the verandah stood a pretty little woman to receive the visitors. Beside her was a black nurse with a white baby.
"Here we are, Flinn," said Redpath, leaping to the ground. "All well, eh?"
"Sure we 're niver anything else here, sor," replied Flinn, with a modest smile.
