How that kangaroo did squeal! Mother
arrived. She dropped the axe, threw up both hands, and shrieked. "Pull
him off! he's eating me!" gasped the kangaroo. Mother shrieked louder,
and wrung her hands; but it had no effect on Bluey. He was a good dog,
was Bluey!
At last, Mother got him by the tail and dragged him off, but he took a
mouthful of kangaroo with him as he went.
Then the kangaroo raised itself slowly on to its hands and knees. It was
very white and sick-looking, and Mother threw her arms round it and cried,
"Oh, Joe! My child! my child!"
It was several days before Joe felt better. When he did, Bluey and he
went down the gully together, and, after a while, Joe came back--like
Butler--alone.
Chapter XVII.
Dad's "Fortune."
Dad used to say that Shingle Hut was the finest selection on Darling Downs;
but WE never could see anything fine about it--except the weather in
drought time, or Dad's old saddle mare. SHE was very fine. The house was
built in a gully so that the bailiffs (I suppose) or the blacks--who were
mostly dead--could n't locate it. An old wire-fence, slanting all
directions, staggered past the front door.
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