I ain't goin' halves with that woman, I tell you.

She wouldn't stick to me if I was poor, and I ain't goin' to take her up again now.

You'd better come back with me, Mister, and show me the way round a bit." "There's a mob of cattle, Gordon." he went on, changing the subject quickly; "let's ride up here, while the boys bring 'em into camp." And off they went at a carter, leaving the question of his social prospects in abeyance for the time being.
The ceremony of taking delivery lasted some days, Considine's signature to the deed of transfer being only the first step.

This long document, prepared in Sydney, kept them going in literature for about a week; and they were delighted to find that, through the carelessness of a clerk, in one part of the deed there figured "one bull of mixed sexes and various ages." They rode out, day after day, through interminable stretches of dull timbered country, or over blazing plains waving with long grass.

Here they came on mobs of half-wild cattle, all bearing the same brand, a huge RL5.