I wish you'd never dropped across her, and that she wasn't Jeanie's sister,' blurts out Jim.

'She'll bring bad luck among us before she's done, I feel, as sure as we're standing here.' 'It's all a toss up--like our lives; married or lagged, bushwork or roadwork (in irons), free or bond.

We can't tell how it will be with us this day year.' 'I've half a mind to shoot myself,' says Jim, 'and end it all.

I would, too, only for mother and Aileen.

What's the use of life that isn't life, but fear and misery, from one day's end to another, and we only just grown up?
It's d----d hard that a chap's brains don't grow along with his legs and arms.' We didn't ride home till quite the evening.