'Our boss he's advertised 'em that well as there'll be smart bidding between the farmers and some of the squatters.

Good store cattle's been scarce, and these is in such rattling condition.
That's what'll sell 'em.

Your master seems a regular free-handed sort of chap.

He's the jolliest squatter there's been in town these years, I hear folk say.

Puts 'em in mind of Hawdon and Evelyn Sturt in the old overlander days.' Next day we were at the yards early, you bet.