He glanced at the face of his bed-mate and chuckled and said: "Who's been blackenin' y', Dave ?" He sat grinning awhile, then stood up, and started pulling on his trousers, which he drew from under his pillow.

He had put one leg into them when his eyes rested on a pair of black feet uncovered at the foot of the bed.

He stared at them and the black face again--then plunged for the door and fell.

Whisky was awake and grinned over the side of the bed at him.
"Wot makit you so fritent like that ?" he said, grinning more.
Joe ran into Mother's room and dived in behind her and Dad.

Dad swore, and kicked Joe and jammed him against the slabs with his heels, saying: "My GAWD! You DEVIL of a feller, how (KICK) dare you (KICK) run (KICK) run (KICK, KICK, KICK) away yesterday, eh ?" (KICK).
But he was very glad to see Joe all the same; we all felt that Shingle Hut would not have been the same place at all without Joe.
It was when Dad and Dave were away after kangaroo-scalps that Joe was most appreciated.