19/20 He won't know a word about it in the mornin'. We're all right if none of us blabs. You fellers goin' to stay ?' 'I ain't. I'm sick o' bein' a bushranger,' said Jacker, with a reflective and remorseful rub at his hurt place. 'You fellers bring some crib to-morrer, an' if you see Parrot Cann tell him to fetch some too--an', mind, no blabbin'.' Reverses of this kind did not depress him; he had experienced many failures, but the wreck of one enterprise only implied the necessity of starting another. |