After Warrigal had his supper he went out again to see his horse, and then coiled himself up before the fire and wouldn't hardly say another word.
'How far was it to where Starlight was ?' 'Long way.

Took me all day to come.' 'Had he been there long ?' 'Yes; had a camp there.' 'Anybody else with him ?' 'Three more men from this side.' 'Did the old man say we were to come at once ?' 'Yes, or leave it alone--which you liked.' Then he shut his eyes, and his mouth too, and was soon as fast asleep as if he never intended to wake under a week.
'What shall we do, Jim ?' I said; 'go or not ?' 'If you leave it to me,' says Jim, 'I say, don't go.

It's only some other cross cattle or horse racket.

We're bound to be nobbled some day.
Why not cut it now, and stick to the square thing?
We couldn't do better than we're doing now.

It's rather slow, but we'll have a good cheque by Christmas.' 'I'm half a mind to tell Warrigal to go back and say we're not on,' I said.