The kangaroo said: "Lay down, you
useless hound!" and started across the cultivation!, heading for the
grass-paddock in long, erratic jumps. Half-way across the cultivation it
spotted a mob of other kangaroos, and took a firmer grip of the carver.
Bluey howled and plunged until Mother came out to see what was the matter.
She was in time to see a solitary kangaroo hop in a drunken manner towards
the fence, so she let the dog go and cried, "Sool him, Bluey! Sool him!"
Bluey sooled him, and Mother followed with the axe to get the scalp. As
the dog came racing up, the kangaroo turned and hissed, "G' home, y'
mongrel!" Bluey took no notice, and only when he had nailed the kangaroo
dextrously by the thigh and got him down did it dawn upon the marsupial
that Bluey was n't in the secret. Joe tore off his head-gear, called the
dog affectionately by name, and yelled for help; but Bluey had not had
anything substantial to eat for over a week, and he worried away vigorously.
Then the kangaroo slashed out with the carving-knife, and hacked a junk
off Bluey's nose. Bluey shook his head, relaxed his thigh-grip, and
grabbed the kangaroo by the ribs.
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