Most of the men on the river have sent away their women--stockmen's wives and all.

There was one here at the Bachelors' Quarters, but I packed her off before I went to Leichardt's Town.
I'm just waiting on to get Moongarr Bill's report of the country up north--how it stands the drought, and what the chances are for pushing out.

As for the gold find--well, I'm not banking on that.

As soon as I hear--or if I don't hear in the course of the next two or three weeks--I shall pull up stakes, and burn all my personal belongings, except what a pair of saddle bags will carry.
Before long, I'm going to begin packing Biddy's things.

They'll be shipped off to her all right.
When the divorce business is over, I shall make new tracks, and you won't hear of me unless I come out on top.