But their cattle-yards was twice as good as ours, and me and Jim used often to wonder why the Sydney people hadn't managed to have something like them all these years, instead of the miserable cockatoo things at Homebush that we'd often heard the drovers and squatters grumble about.
However, one day, as we was sitting on the rails, talking away quite comfortable, we heard one butcher say to another, 'My word, this is a smart bit of cattle-duffing--a thousand head too!' 'What's that ?' says the other man.

'Why, haven't you heard of it ?' says the first one, and he pulls a paper out of his pocket, with this in big letters: 'Great Cattle Robbery .-- A thousand head of Mr.Hood's cattle were driven off and sold in Adelaide.

Warrants are out for the suspected parties, who are supposed to have left the colony.' Here was a bit of news! We felt as if we could hardly help falling off the rails; but we didn't show it, of course, and sat there for half-an-hour, talking to the buyers and sellers and cracking jokes like the others.

But we got away home as soon as we could, and then we began to settle what we should do.
Warrants were out, of course, for Starlight, and us too.

He was known, and so were we.