The one who could spit further than any of his brothers.
"Well, Charley," he said, "is this all true about the bushrangers ?" Charles said it was.

And they were bailed up in the limestone gully, and all the party were away after them.
"Where are you going then ?" asked the unfortunate young idiot.
"Home to my mother," blurted out poor Charles.
"Well!" said the other, speaking unconsciously exactly the words which the enemy of mankind desired.

"Well, I couldn't have believed that.

If a chap had said that of you in my hearing, I'd have fought him if he'd been as big as a house.

I never thought that of you, Charley." Charles cursed aloud.