No one but him could have gone afoot, I believe, much less led a blood horse through the beastly scrub and ranges he showed us.

But the devil himself could not beat him and that little brute Bilbah in rough country.' 'I believe you,' I said, thinking of our ride yesterday.

'It's quite bad enough to follow him on level ground.

But don't you think our tracks will be easy to follow with a thousand head of cattle before us?
Any fool could do that.' 'It ain't that as I'm looking at,' said father; 'of course an old woman could do it, and knit stockings all the time; but our dart is to be off and have a month's start before anybody knows they are off the run.

They won't think of mustering before fat cattle takes a bit of a turn.