That's what brought Mr.Carew out here, to try and find you." For some time the bushman smoked in silence, looking at each man in turn, perhaps expecting them to laugh.

He muttered once or twice to himself under his breath.

Then he turned on Gordon again.
"Now, look here, Mr.Gordon, is this square?
Because, if it ain't, it'll be a poor joke for some of you!" "Man alive, why should we want to fool you?
What good could it do us?
It's all right." "Well, if it's all right, we'll all have a drink on it.

Here, Maggie, Lucy, Billy, come here.

Get it pannikin.