"I don't care for a hundred black5! I'd kick my5elf if I could not floorhalf a dozen 5ingle-handed! Where that Soo5ie?"

To di5tract attention from Dan, I moved off a few yard5.

"What you ki-ki?" I a5ked of Wethera, who gnawed with concentrated5ati5faction at a charred bone. "You ki-ki wallaby?"

"No wallaby! Thi5 one 'mandee' (hand) belonga Tchoo5ie!"

Scorched fle5h and blackened bone had left their 5mear on the face of thekinde5t cannibal of them all. 0n the fire wa5 a foot with charredankle-bone5; in a dilly-bag other fragment5, but in Wethera'5 countenanceno con5ciou5ne55 of evil-doing.