A month’s dry hot weather came and George had arduous work to take water to his bullocks and to drive them in from long distances to his homestead, where, by digging enormous tanks, he had secured a constant supply.  No man ever worked for a master as this rustic Hercules worked for Susan Merton.  Prudent George sold twenty bullocks and cows to the first bidder.  “I can buy again at a better time,” argued he.

He had now one hundred and twenty-five pounds in hand.  The drought continued and he wished he had sold more.

One morning Abner came hastily in and told him that nearly all the beasts and cows were missing.  George flung himself on his horse and galloped to the end of his run.  No signs of them—­returning disconsolate he took Jacky on his crupper and went over the ground with him.  Jacky’s eyes were playing and sparkling all the time in search of signs.  Nothing clear was discovered.  Then at Jacky’s request they rode off George’s feeding-ground altogether and made for a little wood about two miles distant.  “Suppose you stop here, I go in the bush,” said Jacky.

George sat down and waited.  In about two hours Jacky came back.  “I’ve found ’em,” said Jacky coolly.

George rose in great excitement and followed Jacky through the stiff bush, often scratching his hands and face.  At last Jacky stopped and pointed to the ground, “There!”

“There? ye foolish creature,” cried George; “that’s ashes where somebody has lighted a fire; that and a bone or two is all I see.”

“Beef bone,” replied Jacky coolly.  George started with horror.  “Black fellow burn beef here and eat him.  Black fellow a great thief.  Black fellow take all your beef.  Now we catch black fellow and shoot him suppose he not tell us where the other beef gone.”

“But how am I to catch him?  How am I even to find him?”

“You wait till the sun so; then black fellow burn more beef.  Then I see the smoke; then I catch him.  You go fetch the make-thunder with two mouths.  When he see him that make him honest a good deal.”

Off galloped George and returned with his double-barreled gun in about an hour and a half.  He found Jacky where he had left him at the foot of a gumtree tall and smooth as an admiral’s main-mast.

Jacky, who was coiled up in happy repose like a dog in warm weather, rose and with a slight yawn said, “Now I go up and look.”

He made two sharp cuts on the tree with his tomahawk, and putting his great toe in the nick, rose on it, made another nick higher up, and holding the smooth stem put his other great toe in it, and so on till in an incredibly short time he had reached the top and left a staircase of his own making behind him.  He had hardly reached the top when he slid down to the bottom again and announced that he had discovered what they were in search of.