Now let's go and see how your black fellow's head is." Jimmy was lying under a bit of awning rigged up with a scrap of the storm-torn sail; and as soon as he saw us his white teeth flashed out in the light.
"Well, Jimmy, how are you ?" I said, as Jack Penny stood bending down over him, and swaying gently to and fro as if he had hinges in his back.
"Jimmy better--much better.

Got big fly in um head--big bunyip fly.
All buzz--buzz--round and round--buzz in um head.

Fedge doctor take um out." "Here, doctor," I shouted; and he came up.

"Jimmy has got a fly in his head." "A bee in his bonnet, you mean," he said, bending down and laying his hand on the black's temples.
"Take um out," said Jimmy excitedly.

"Buzz--buzz--bunyip fly." "Yes, I'll take it out, Jimmy," said the doctor quietly; "but not to-day." "When take um out ?" cried the black eagerly; "buzz--buzz.