Jimmy, Jimmy see big bunyip down slow!" "Here, youngster, fetch my revolver," shouted the captain to me.

"Here, doctor, get out your gun, that Malay chap's loose again." "A no--a no--a no," yelled Jimmy, banging at the deck.

"Big bunyip--no brown fellow--big black bunyip debble, debble!" "Get out, you black idiot; it's the Malay." "A no--a no--a no; big black bunyip.

'Gin eat black fellow down slow." To my astonishment, long quiet Jack Penny went up to Jimmy and gave him a tremendous kick, to which the black would have responded by a blow with his war-club had I not interposed.
"What did you kick him for, Jack ?" I cried.
"A great scuffle-headed black fool! he'll let it out now about Gyp.
Make him be quiet." It was too late, for the captain and the doctor were at the hatchway, descending in spite of Jimmy's shouts and cries that the big bunyip--the great typical demon of the Australian aborigine--would eat them.
"Shoot um--shoot um--bing, bang!" _whop_ went Jimmy's waddy on the deck; and in dread lest they should fire at the unfortunate dog in the dark, I went up and told the captain, the result being that Gyp was called up on deck, and the great beast nearly went mad with delight, racing about, fawning on his master and on me, and ending by crouching down at my feet with his tongue lolling out, panting and blinking his eyes, unaccustomed to the glare of daylight.
"You're in this game, then, eh, Master Carstairs ?" said the captain.
"Well, yes, sir; Penny here took me into his confidence about having brought the dog, and of course I could not say a word." "Humph! Nice game to have with me, 'pon my word.

You're a pretty penny, you are, young man," he added, turning to Jack.