So, then he of the tight coat and cocked-hat was a king—King “Dingo Bingo!”
In that garden I also saw the wild Australian dog—the dingo.
You only shot once at the dingo—there are two chambers empty in this revolver.
Tall and strong, the boy was as alert and suspicious as a dingo.
They do not bark, but have the long melancholy howl of the dingo or wild dog of Australia.