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They and their father live over there That's a colt he's breaking in. He's very nice. So is Binjie." "Well, here he comes again," said Miss Grant, as the horseman reappeared, riding slowly round them in ever-lessening circles; the colt meanwhile eyeing them with every aspect of intense dislike and hatred, and snorting between whiles like a locomotive.
The water is all gone in the nine-mile paddick. Binj an me and Andy Kelly had to muster all the sheep and shift 'em across to the home paddick. Binj is musterin' away there now. I just rode over to see Hugh about some of your sheep that's in the river paddick." "Won't Binjie be over, then?" persisted Emily. "No, of course he won't. Don't I tell you he's got three days' work musterin' there?
I don't care about stopping any longer; and I will go out back and take up one of those twenty-thousand-acre leases in Queensland. You might put Poss or Binjie on in my place. They would be glad of a billet, and they might catch Red Mick for you." "Do you really want to go?" she said, looking straight at him for the first time. "Why do you want to go?" "Why?" he burst out.
Then Emily cried, "Hello, Poss!" and the horse gave a snort, wheeled round, jumped a huge fallen tree, and fled through the timber like a wild thing, with its rider still apparently glued to its back. In half a second they were out of sight. "Who is it? and why does he go away?" asked Miss Grant. "That's Poss," said Emily carelessly. "He and Binjie live over at Dunderalligo. He often comes here.
As a rule, Poss or Binjie, perhaps both, were in attendance to escort Miss Harriott, with the result that Hugh and Mary found themselves paired off to ride home together. Before long he found himself looking forward to these rides with more anxiety than he cared to acknowledge, and in a very short time he was head over ears in love with her.
A saddle-horse was brought in for Miss Grant, and out of her numerous boxes that young lady produced a Bond Street outfit that fairly silenced criticism. She rode well too, having been taught in England, and she, Poss, Binjie and Hugh had some great scampers after kangaroos, half-wild horses, or anything else that would get up and run in front of them.
Poss and Binjie had long ago laid their dearest possessions at her feet, begging her to ride them horses so precious that it had hitherto been deemed sacrilege to put a side-saddle on them. She had the divine gift of "hands," and all manner of excitable, pulling horses went quietly and smoothly under her management.
Binjie extended much the same greeting as Poss had done; and by dinner-time that evening or, as it is always called in the bush, tea-time they had all made each other's acquaintance, and both the youths were worshipping at the new shrine. At tea the talk flowed freely, and the two bush boys, shy at first, began to expand as Mary Grant talked to them.
Do you think you can find your way back to the homestead?" "What for?" "To tell them to send Poss and Binjie after me. I don't expect they've gone home yet. I want a witness with me when I catch Red Mick with these sheep, or else fifty of his clan will swear that he has been in bed for six weeks, or something like that."
I learnt that much. But who is Poss? and who is Binjie? I'm greatly taken with Poss." "He's a nice-looking young fellow, isn't he? His father has a small station away among the hills, and Poss and Binjie help him on it. Those are only nick-names, of course. Poss's name is Arthur, and Binjie's is George, I think. They're nice young fellows, but very bushified; they have lived here all their lives.
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