The horses had had enough of it, too, though neither of them would give in, not if we'd ridden 'em twenty mile farther.

As for Warrigal's Bilbah he was near as fresh as when he started, and kept tossin' his head an' amblin' and pacin' away as if he was walkin' for a wager round a ring in a show-yard.
As we rode up we could see a gunyah made out of boughs, and a longish wing of dogleg fence, made light but well put together.

As soon as we got near enough a dog ran out and looked as if he was going to worry us; didn't bark either, but turned round and waited for us to get off.
'It's old Crib,' said Jim, with a big laugh; 'blest if it ain't.
Father's somewhere handy.

They're going to take up a back block and do the thing regular: Marston, Starlight, and Company--that's the fakement.
They want us out to make dams or put up a woolshed or something.

I don't see why they shouldn't, as well as Crossman and Fakesley.