'Come along.

You must have that spear pulled out and your arm seen to.

Come with me to the Humpey.

Quick--MURRA* make haste.' [*Murra make haste--To run quickly.] But Wombo drew back, casting an affrighted glance down the gully towards the crossing.
'Ba'al me go long-a Humpey--I believe Boss PHO-PHO*, Oola,' he said.
[*Pho-pho--To shoot.] 'Wombo, you are foolish.

What for Boss shoot Oola ?' 'YOWI*--I believe when Boss say PHO-PHO, my word! that one PHO-PHO.
Plenty black feller frightened.' [*Yowi--Yes.] Bridget pushed the unhappy gin along the track.
'You needn't be frightened.