But Joe spoke.
"Kuk-kuk-could n't y' b-reak in some kang'roos, Dad?
There's pul-lenty in th' pup-paddick." "Could n't you shut up and hold your tongue and clear out of this, you brat ?" Dad roared.

And Joe hung his head and shut up.
"Well, y' know"-- Dave drawled--"there's that colt wot Maloney offered us before to quieten.

Could get 'im.

'E's a big lump of a 'orse if y' could do anythin' with 'im.

THEY gave 'im best themselves." Dad's eyes shone.
"That's th' horse," he cried.