"Peruna heeal very good spirit, he big man spirit, lives 'bove clouds. He not let Debil-debil loose to-night. Too many twinkle lights. Debil-debil likes darkness. Missa try sleep." Toward morning Jean was awakened by a crackling in the bushes. "Kadok," she whispered. "Wake up." "Kadok not asleep, little Missa," he whispered in return. "I hear something in the bushes," she said. "Is it one of those bad Blacks like I saw at the cave?" "Too far away for bad Black, think ghost, maybe," said the black boy, who, with all his courage, had the Black's fear of ghosts. "I don't think there are such things as ghosts," said Jean steadily. "Plenty ghosts," said Kadok. "One man of my tribe go to near tribe and he saw wuurie left alone with no life in it. Over door was crooked stick pointing to where family had gone. On ground were pieces of bark covered with white clay, so he knew some one dead. He follow tracks and found dead body in tree. It was bound with knees to chest, tied with cord made from acacia bark and was wrapped in rug of opossum skins. He turn back rug and saw face of friend. Then he wept and went away. He walked from place of death and heard a great chattering of magpies. He turned to see what made magpies make so much noise--saw ghost of dead friend. It had followed him from the tree. So I know there are ghosts, little Missa." "This ghost sounds to me as if it went on four feet," said Jean. "And as I don't hear it any more I'm going to sleep." She listened for awhile, but heard no more. In the early morning she was awakened by feeling something cool on her face. She sprang up with a cry of terror which promptly turned to one of delight. "Dandy, my own Dandy!" she cried, throwing her arms around the pony's neck. "Oh, Kadok, here is my pony. He has wandered away and we must be not far from Djerinallum!" The little pony seemed as pleased as she, and Kadok's face lighted up, "Little Missa take road with pony and ride safe now. Say good-bye to Kadok and run 'long home." Jean stamped her foot she was so angry. "You make me angry, Kadok," she cried. "Here you've taken care of me all these days and now you want me to run off and leave you! I don't think you're nice at all. You shall come with me to the run. You can ride when your foot is tired and I'll ride part of the time. It can't be far now. You go catch a fish and we'll have breakfast, then we'll start." Kadok looked astonished as the little fury scolded, but he obeyed, and soon a fine fish sizzled on the fire stone. They started off for the main road, which Kadok said was not far away through the bushes, Jean riding her pony and feeling bright and cheerful. When they reached the road after several hours riding, she saw that Kadok was limping painfully. She jumped off the pony and said, "You must ride now. I know your foot hurts and I'm tired of riding and want to walk awhile. Get on and I will walk along and hold Dandy's rein."