Mr.Falkland lifted his daughter in and took the reins, leaving his horse to be ridden home by the ration-carrier.

As for us we rode back to the shearers' hut, not quite so fast as we came, with Jim in the middle.

He did not seem inclined to talk much.
'It's lucky I turned round when I did, Dick,' he said at last, 'and saw you making the "danger-look-out-sharp" signal.

I couldn't think what the dickens it was.

I was so cocksure of catching the mare in half-a-mile farther that I couldn't help wondering what it was all about.