`` He must be white ! '' `` Of course he is , '' said Vixen . `` Do you suppose I 'm looked after by a black bullock-driver ? '' `` Huah ! Ouach ! Ugh ! '' said the bullocks . `` Let us get away quickly . '' They plunged forward in the mud , and managed somehow to run their yoke on the pole of an ammunition wagon , where it jammed . `` Now you have done it , '' said Billy calmly . `` Do n't struggle . You 're hung up till daylight . What on earth 's the matter ? '' The bullocks went off into the long hissing snorts that Indian cattle give , and pushed and crowded and slued and stamped and slipped and nearly fell down in the mud , grunting savagely . `` You 'll break your necks in a minute , '' said the troop-horse . `` What 's the matter with white men ? I live with 'em . '' `` They -- eat -- us ! Pull ! '' said the near bullock .
The XXXXX snapped with a twang , and they lumbered off together .
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