The trackers were not long in finding the place where the sheep had been collected together and driven off, and a broad track of trampled grass showed, clearly enough, the direction which had been taken.
"How many of the black fellows do you think there were ?" Reuben asked one of the trackers.
"Great many black fellow, captain," he replied.
"What do you call a great many ?" Reuben asked.
"Twenty, thirty, captain; can't say how many.

No use, captain, look for dem, gone right away into de bush, never find them." "I am going to try, anyhow," Reuben said.

"Now, do you lead the way." "I tink dere are more dan thirty black fellow," Jim said to Reuben, as they started; "quite a crowd of dem.

Me no much like those two black fellow," and he nodded towards the trackers, who were running on ahead.

"No good, those fellows." "What makes you think that, Jim ?" "Two days ago, Jim saw dem talking wid black fellow, half a mile from the station.