pparently dying, when its companions swept by the second time, but it
had fierce life enough left in it to take advantage of Jack Penny's
helpless condition, and leaping up it charged at him, its tusks
glistening, and the foam tossed from its snapping jaws falling upon its
sides.

A bullet would have given the fierce beast its quietus, but the doctor
would not fire for fear of hitting Jack, and he sat with his gun raised
waiting for an opportunity.

Jack saw his danger and rolled himself over, trying vainly the while to
drag his axe from his belt. Then just as the furious little boar was
dashing at him, I saw something black dart down from above; there was a
rush, a squeal, and the boar was literally pinned to the earth, while
Jimmy stood grinning and staring from the doctor to me and back, as if
asking to be complimented upon his feat. For it really was a feat. He
had jumped fully ten feet to the ground spear in hand, and literally
thrown himself upon the little boar.

"A magnificent jump, Jimmy," I cried.

"Jimmy de boy to jump," he said, complacently. "Pig, pig kill Mass Jack
Penny, Jimmy no spear um."

"Yes, I 'spect I should have ketched it pretty warmly," said Jack,
gathering himself up. "Oh, I say, I did come down such a bump, Joe
Carstairs. It seemed to shake my back joints all to pieces."

"Jimmy spear um lil pig, pig," said the black.

"Yes, and I'll give you my knife for it," said Jack, taking out his
great clasp-knife. "It's a real good one, Jimmy, and I wouldn't have
parted with it for a deal."

"Jimmy got knife," said the black, with a contemptuous look. "Jimmy
don't want knife."

"Well, then, what shall I give you?" said Jack.

"Tickpence," said he, grinning; "give Jimmy tickpence."

"Why, what for?" I cried. "What are you going to do with _tick_
pence?"

"Spend um," said Jimmy; "black fellow spend money, money. Give Jimmy
all a tickpence."

"But there's nowhere to spend it," I said.

"Nev mind, Jimmy spend tickpence all a same. Give Jimmy tickpence."

Jack had not a single coin about him, neither had I, but fortunately the
doctor had one, which he handed to Jack, who gave it to the delighted
black, and it was forthwith thrust into the pocket of the curtailed
trousers, after which he strutted about, leaving the other blacks to
perform the duty of dressing the pigs.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

HOW JIMMY WAS TAKEN VERY BAD INDEED.

This sudden supply of food necessitated our m