Gordon, I vote we go home.
They're your cattle now, and you'll have to come out again after 'em some day, and do a little more shootin'.

Get a suit of armour on you first, though." As they jogged home through the bright moonlight, they heard loud laughter from the blacks, and Carew, looking back, found the fat gin giving a dramatic rehearsal of his exploits.

She dashed her horse along at a great pace, fell on his neck, clutched wildly at the reins, then suddenly turned in her saddle, and pretended to fire point-blank at the other blacks, who all dodged the bullet.

Then she fell on the horse's neck again, and so on ad lib.
This made the Englishman very morose.

He was quite glad when Charlie said he had seen enough of the cattle, and they would all start next day for civilisation--Charlie to resume the management of Mr.Grant's stations, Carew to go with him as "colonial experiencer," and Considine to start for England to look after his inheritance..