It's not the first time he's been broke, so I don't expect he'll take it very hard.

Well, if you won't stay, good-bye and good luck! Give my best wishes to old Paddy." They resumed the weary journey, and after another two days' riding sighted away over the plain a small iron house, gleaming in the setting sun.

"Here we are!" said Charlie.

"That's No Man's Land." The arrival was not inspiriting.

They rode their tired horses up to the low-roofed galvanised-iron house, that looked like a huge kerosene-tin laid on its side, with a hole cut for a door and two holes for windows.
There was no garden and no fenced yard.