"Did I point the stock at that big hawk I shot for coming and stealing my beautiful little chickens ?" "No: I remember now.

But bustle! those men want a good tea meal." Two hours had not elapsed when, with the two government messengers well refreshed, and their horses dry and ready for a long afternoon's work, saddle-bags and blankets strapped on, guns and ammunition ready, the doctor sprang upon his horse, and Nic moved toward Sorrel, whose rein was thrown over a post, the boy meaning to ride a few miles of the way.
But the doctor took his hand.
"No," he said; "your place is here.

Keep about the station, except when you take your daily rides round to see to the stock.

I leave you in charge, my boy, so take care.

I'll be back at the earliest moment I can." The next minute he had embraced Mrs Braydon, touched his horse's sides, and cantered off after the men, turning twice to wave his hat to the watchers by the door..