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The whole middle part of his body felt as if it was dried up, and when he moved, such terrible pains shot through him that he could hardly keep from crying out; but he set his teeth and went over to the quart-pot and dug it out. Only those who have actually been in the same circumstances as Sax was that night can have any idea of the temptation it was for him to drink some of that tea.
For the time, it was plainly useless to pursue the business of education. I shut up Shakespeare, and allowed no, let me tell the truth, encouraged the children to talk about Mr. Sax. They only seemed to know what Mr. Sax himself had told them. His father and mother and brothers and sisters had all died in course of time. And which of his Christian names does he use?
Sax was still conscious, but was too far gone to take any interest even in such an unusual sight as the sudden appearance of a strange naked black-fellow. Death was claiming him, anyhow; it did not matter much to him whether it came by a spear-thrust or by the more lingering method of thirst. The savage stooped down and looked intently into the face of first one boy and then the other.
Sax, a still unspoiled young singer with a very beautiful voice, as well as of an Italian baritone, Morelli, whose sonorous tones, as contrasted with the sickly French singers of this class, had greatly pleased me during my visits to the Opera.
"This is Vaughan," said Stobart, pointing to his friend. "My name's Stobart." "Stobart! Stobart!" said Peter in surprise. "Anything to do with Boss Stobart?" Sax had never heard his father's nickname, so he answered in a puzzled tone, "Boss Stobart?" "Yes, bless you. Boss Stobart. And a fine man too. The best drover that ever crossed a horse in this country. Don't I know it too?
The men let the cattle go and rode dejectedly back to camp, and even Mick's efforts to start a conversation with his two white companions was not a great success. A fire was lit, the quart-pots were boiled and "tea-ed", and the damper and meat served out all round, and soon afterwards the stockmen unrolled their swags and lay down for the night. Sax could not sleep.
"Well, at any rate, I'll send Father a note," said Sax, and he ran to Government House to get a pencil and some paper. He found an old diary, and tore a sheet out of it and wrote: "We're at Sidcotinga Station. I wanted to come out to you, but Yarloo would not let me. Tell him that we may come out. Love from Sax." He ran back to the horse-gear room, but Yarloo had gone.
If they failed at any point, the prostrate animal would be free, and the work would have to be done all over again. The cleanskin was lassoed and pulled to the rails, the leg ropes were fixed and hitched, and then the front rope was handed to Sax and the back one to Vaughan.
Sax had taken over the management of the brands after the adventure with Eagle, and was very glad to pull the irons out of the fire and let them cool in the sand.
"I was jist thinkin, Peter," said Marion, after they had again lain silent for a while, "o' the last time we spak thegither aboot the laddie it maun be nigh sax year sin syne, I'm thinkin!" "'Deed I canna say! ye may be richt, Mirran," replied her spouse. "It's no sic a cheery subjec' 'at we sud hae muckle to say to ane anither anent it!
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