One of the horses died from eating poison-bush.

Don't go in for camping at a bend in Pelican Creek, between it and a brigalow scrub, first day you sight Bardo Range going up the Creek, where there's a pocket full of good grass one side of a broken slate ridge--IT'S NO GOOD.

But I wouldn't swop the other horses for any of Windeatt's famous breed.

There's some things it would be well for you and Ninnis to bring, and a box of surveyor's compasses would come in handy.
Here followed half a page on practical matters, and then the letter ended.
McKeith pondered long over Moongarr Bill's letter, as he sat in the veranda smoking and watching a little cloud on the horizon, and wondering whether rain was coming at last....

If Moongarr Bill was right, the gold-find would mean a fresh start for him in his baulked career.