There was a strange despairing feeling, too, in my heart, and my breath came thick and short, till I was brought partly to myself by hearing a voice shouting for a rope, and then the mist gradually cleared away, and I became aware of the fact that the boat was moving before me, and that the round, shiny black face of Jimmy was close at hand.
A few minutes later both Jimmy and the Malay were aboard, the former throwing himself flat on his back to rest, for he was panting heavily after his exertions.
"Big bunyip debble, Mass Joe," he sputtered; "swim more stronger Jimmy, but no got knife.

Tick black fellow knife in um lot o' time.

Tick it in him frontums, tick it in ums back ums tight, and make um dibe down and take Jimmy much long ways." "Why didn't you leave go of the knife, my man ?" said the doctor.
"Leave go dat big noo knife ?" cried Jimmy sharply.

"Let bunyip fis have dat noo knife ?" Jimmy did not finish, but shook his head from side to side, so that first one black ear went into the puddle of water on the deck, then the other, while his lips parted in a tremendously long grin, which seemed to say, "Black fellow knows better than to do such a stupid thing as that." Then, as if made of india-rubber, Jimmy drew his heels in, gave a spring, and leaped to his feet, running to the side, and then throwing up his arms with delight.
"Dere um is, Mass Joe; turn up him under frontums like fis on hook an' line." For there was the monster making an effort to keep in its normal position, as it swam slowly round and round, but always rolling back, and rising helplessly every time it tried to dive.
"Jimmy sorry for you," cried the black.

"Plenty good to eat like much muttons.