The Chinaman was like all Chinamen; the white man was a fiery, red-faced, red-bearded, red-nosed little fellow.

The Chinee was dragging a goat along by the horns, the goat hanging back and protesting loudly in semi-human screams; every now and again a black mongrel dog would make sudden fiendish dashes at the captive, and fasten its teeth in its neck.

This made it bellow louder; but the Chinaman, with the impassibility of his race, dragged goat, dog, and all along, without the slightest show of interest.
The white man trudged ahead, staring fixedly in front; when they reached the store he stared at Hugh as if he were the Bunyip, but said no word.
Then he unlocked the door, went in, and came out with a large knife, with which he proceeded to murder the goat scientifically.

The Chinee meanwhile bailed up the rest of the animals, and caught and milked a couple of "nannies," while a patriarchal old "billy" walked fragrantly round the yard, uttering hoarse "buukhs" of defiance.
It was a truly pastoral scene, but Hugh took little interest in it.

He was engrossed with the task of getting out to the buffalo camp, finding Considine, and making him come forward and save the family.