The Blacks know that what I say, I mean, and I'll have no more words with them.' Bridget stood quite still, her attitude and expression all indignant protest, but she said nothing.

Her face was turned full towards the man hidden by the creepers, who was watching her with intense interest, but she was unconscious of his gaze.
Wombo retreated slowly.

Oola, cowed, whimpering, behind him.

Then, she made an appeal to Lady Bridget, stretching out her unbandaged arm imploringly.
'White Mary--you PIDNEY (understand).

That fellow medsin man--husband belonging to me.