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Presently I entered on the narrow pine-ridge; and now, carrying a line of fence on my right shoulder, I followed the pleasant track, winding through pine, wilga, needle-bush, quondong, and so forth. Two miles of this; then on my right appeared the white gate, through which ran the Nalrooka track.

It's the Nalrooka track; and it takes you along here mind, you're going due east now" "Wait, Moriarty," I interrupted "don't you see that you're reversing everything? A man would have to stand on his head to understand that map. There is the north, and here is the south." "Don't matter a beggar which is the real north and south. I'm showing you the way you've got to go.

Signal him." I galloped out into the plain, wheeled broadside on, and waved my hat. The equestrian profile changed to a narrow line, and I returned to the buggy, followed, at a decent interval, by Nelson. I was glad to see Priestley in the act of driving through the gate. "Come, here, Priestley," said Montgomery quietly. "You have my permission to follow this track to the Nalrooka boundary"

Well, if I tackle this track out to the main road, there's three o' them bullocks'll drop in yoke before I fetch the station. Would you like to see the bones layin' aside this track, every time you drive past? I bet you what you like, you'd be sorry when your temper is over. Then we'll say I'm out on the main road how 'm I goin' to fetch Nalrooka? Not possible, the way I'm fixed.

"Yes; I saw the horse this morning, but the owner has got him again red-headed young fellow; tweed pants, strapped with moleskin. I met him at the Nalrooka boundary shortly after sunrise thirty miles from here, I should say. I was speaking to him. He told me the horse had slung him and got away from him last night, and he had found him by good luck before daylight this morning.

Fact was, Moriarty, I met Magomery at Bailey's Tank, an' he told me to go like blazes to Scandalous Sandy's hut, on Nalrooka, an' tell him a lot o' his sheep was boxed with ours in the Boree Paddick. 'I'll fetch the mail home myself, says he. There now." "And why didn't you go to Scandalous Sandy's?" nagged Moriarty.

I had just done explaining where I was bound for, and on what business, and where I intended staying that night, when I nearly tumbled off my horse with a sort of white horror. For straight behind the buggy, and less than eighty yards away, Priestley's fourteen-bullock team came crawling along the fence, with the evident purpose of catching the Nalrooka track at the gate. Priestley had chanced it.

Priestley had started an hour before, bound for Nalrooka, with the remaining half of his load. All the Levites, except Moriarty, were out on the run, but Martin, the head boundary rider, had timed himself for lunch. This man's status was a vexed question. He certainly rated but did he rate high enough for the barracks?