Hist! isn't that a horse's step coming this way?
Yes, and a man on him, too.' It was a bright night, though only the stars were out; but the weather was that clear that you could see ever so well and hear ever so far also.

Jim had a blackfellow's hearing; his eyes were like a hawk's; he could see in about any light, and read tracks like a printed book.
I could hear nothing at first; then I heard a slight noise a good way off, and a stick breaking every now and then.
'Talk of the devil!' growled Jim, 'and here he comes.

I believe that's Master Warrigal, infernal scoundrel that he is.

Of course he's got a message from our respectable old dad or Starlight, asking us to put our heads in a noose for them again.' 'How do you know ?' 'I know it's that ambling horse he used to ride,' says Jim.

'I can make out his sideling kind of way of using his legs.