But that we never were.

I was overseer at the principal out-station--a good enough billet in its way--and Minchin was overseer in at the homestead.

But Steel was the boss, damn him, trust Steel to be the boss!" "But if the station was his ?" queried Langholm.

"I suppose it was a station ?" he added, as a furious shower of sparks came from the cutty.
"Was it a station ?" the ex-overseer echoed.

"Only about the biggest and the best in the blessed back-blocks--that's all! Only about half the size of your blessed little old country cut out square! Oh, yes, it was his all right; bought it for a song after the bad seasons fifteen year ago, and sold it in the end for a quarter of a million, after making a fortune off of his clips alone.