iday. Dat's a bit funny.'

"'Stead o' lookin' at de door dis time he speak out. `Mawnin', Oom
Wolf,' ses he.

"Ou' Wolf he don't turn his head no mo' 'n if it was meer-cats. He keep
straight on an' he lick his lips, smack! smack! till Ou' Jackalse he
fair hump his back wid wantin' some o' dat honey.

"De day ahter dat, when Ou' Wolf come past, Ou' Jackalse was a-waitin'
ready, an' as soon as he see de honey a-drippin' he sort o' sa'nter over
close. `Mawnin', Oom Wolf,' ses he, `fine rains we bin a-havin'.
Dere's a Koodoo wid a calf de yonder side de spruit. Don't you think we
might get de calf if we all two goes togeder?'

"Ou' Wolf stop at dat as if he's sort o' considerin'. `No,' ses he; `I
ain't so dead gone on Koodoo meat dese days nohow. I's dat full o'
honey I ain't a-itchin' for anytin' else.'

"Ou' Jackalse tongue begin to run. `Do you tink dat honey mightn't be
bad?' ses he. `It look mighty dark.'

"`Oh, it's de dark sort,' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he lick his chops till Ou'
Jackalse cahnt stan' it. He yust come right up an' ketch a drop as it
drip down.

"Dat set him a-twitchin' for mo'. `Oom Wolf,' ses he, `ain't you goin'
to gi'e me yust a leetle teenty bittie honey now? Ole chummies like us
two, you know.'

"Ou' Wolf he sort o' consider dat. `Well,' ses he, `I wouldn't mind
doin' it, but I's on'y got one piece lef; a piece I's a-takin' home to
my missus.'

"`Your missus!' ses Ou' Jackalse, sort o' pityin' like. `Well, if you
does dat sort o' ting, why'--an' he shake his head like he's pretty
sorry for a man dat's come down to dat. `But anyhow,' ses he, `your
wife don't know you got dis honey, so it won't matter if you does gi'e
it me. What she don't know about she cahnt trouble about. You can gi'e
me it an' she won't never know.'

"`Oh, but she knows I went to get some,' ses Ou' Wolf, as if he'd like
to do it but darsn't.

"`Tell her some'dy else is been dere afo' you an' scrape' it all away,'
ses Ou' Jackalse. `She won't know but what it's true.'

"`Well,' ses Ou' Wolf, `I might do dat--dough I 'spects I'll be sorry
for it. Here it is den,' an' he unwrops de leetle piece o' honeycomb.

"In yust one bite Ou' Jackalse take it in, an' den dat set him on
prickles to get a reg'lar feed of it. `Allah man!' ses he, `dat's good.
Whar you get it?'

"`Oh! long way off,' ses Ou' Wolf. `Too fur to carry it home; so I goes
an' has a feed as much as I can hol' every day. Dere's such lots