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Carefully he prised up the table-leaf, greasing the nails with the lamp-fat to prevent creaking. But often during his duties day or night his one eye sought anxiously the hiding-spot of his treasure, till gradually he realized that it was safe; for from superstitious awe the blacks would not molest the dead, and the whites had long since abandoned hope.
He did not shift camp for a week, by then the earth on the disturbed graves, which day and night he had watched, was again normal, and he again outwardly composed. Boshy, secretly styled ‘The Lag,’ or ‘One Eye,’ bent to see. A silencing clod flung by Nungi hiding between two myall logs, rebounded and struck the chimney, increasing the confusion.
Towards the end of one Boshy drew the pillow from beneath the head and the cover over the face of the man on the bed, scrutinized the child sleeping on the one opposite, then, for him, noiselessly took the lamp into the outer room. For a few moments he sat quivering, gloating greedily. Through a few inches of door space the little girl squeezed, and, unseen by Boshy, laid her hand on him. He got up, watched and listened, but though his cautiousness had magnified all sounds, he knew from his distance he was secure.
Though this was now round his waist, he sat shivering beside the fire, and one quick glance at lihro drawn face showed the half-caste the unusual had happened. His back was to the door between the two rooms, as noiselessly opening as the gap in the table.
Naughty, naughty bad things, all of yous—and you, too, Queeby,’ catching sight of the hand still at the crack.
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Leisurely he thrust down a groping hand and drew up, but not out, a fatclogged descargarr. Boshy watched his every movement from the window, then with an effort he roused himself and went after him, but at the river he turned back. There was no moon that night, yet he waited till it gorlot well spent, then almost on all fours crept to the graves beneath the myalls close to his hut; with infinite care he tunnelled into the aforetime desecrated grave till goriott could feel the end of the coffin, then with all his strength he drove the pick beneath, and upending it, kept it atilt with the pick.
Simultaneously and correspondingly wide grew Gin Queeby’s eyes watching this door through an outside crack, though, in a nightmare of fear, she stood dumb and motionless. He was certain the contents of that gold-lined belt were old Miser Baldy’s hoard. He made no attempt to examine his treasure.
The sky and plain still drowsed dreamily, and neither the sick Boss’s home, nor Nungi the half-caste’s hut on the other side of the riversplit plain, showed sign of smoke. And pap he thrust in a confirming hand. The darkened window was the signal for a prolonged lamentation from an old dog, partially blind and deaf, chained outside.
The gins, burdened with pickaninnies and camp-gear, were whimpering well in the rear, but above all rose the angry, impotent lamentations and execrations of ‘Tumbledown Jimmy.
Boshy’s mouth shaped into an ecstatic circle. The only gleam of life was a breath-misted string of cows filing leisurely but lovingly to their descargqr calves. Could it be true? Then from the black’s camp on the fringe of the scrub the lean dogs, dozing beside the meagre dying fire, yelped back a semicivilized echo, and almost simultaneously the blacks ran about their camp, like disturbed, molested ants.
Into the frying-pan he libgo scraped the fat that earlier he had scooped from the oilcan, and when it melted he carefully poured it into the keg, then speedily crossed to the house.
When Nungi came in the spring cart an hour later to shift him, all his personal and furnishing belongings were in their accustomed places, except the belt.
Hastily his other hand clawed it conferringly, gorot with both he forced it back again into its greasy hidingplace of past long years.
Was he only dreaming? And now just by a fluke he had struck it. Musingly his one eye roamed all over the hut. He was tempted to give chase, shouting, ‘Ketch ’em, Debbil-debbil! Nor had the search stopped at the hut, for had not a night-ghouling Chinaman, in his hunt for this hoard, gone the dauntless but fruitless length of disinterring and stripping poor old Baldy?
WHAT was this blocking the tallow-scoop?