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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Isn't that a good bit like saying that the shallop must see to it that the wind doesn't blow too hard for it?" "Possibly. But in the sorriest wreck there is usually some small chance for salvage. I understand Mrs. Brentwood's holding is not very large?" "A block of some three thousand shares, held jointly by her and her two daughters, I believe."
Brentwood's petulant justifyings could remove the sting of the nettle of obligation. "There is no reason in the world why you should make so much of it: I am your mother, and I ought to know," was Mrs. Brentwood's dictum. "You wouldn't have any scruples if we were his guests on the Amphitrite or in his country house on Long Island." "That would be different," Elinor contended.
If they are on the road, I hope they won't hurry themselves." Our old friends were just now disposed in the following manner: The Major was at home. Mary Hawker was staying with him. Doctor Mulhaus and Halbert staying at Major Brentwood's, while Captain Brentwood was away with Sam and Tom Troubridge to Sydney; and, having been absent some weeks, had been expected home now for a day or two.
"You're abroad early this morning, sir," said the man; "nothing the matter; is there, sir?" "Nothing," said Sam, "save that one of Captain Brentwood's bulls is missing, and I came out to tell you to have an extra look round." "I'll attend to it, sir." "Hi! Matt," said Sam, "you look uncommonly smart." Matt bent down his head, and laughed, in a rather sheepish sort of way.
I hope Miss Brentwood's going to get through this all right in a few days, and she'll probably have forgotten all about it, so don't you worry. I think it would be a good thing if you were to come in and see her to-morrow afternoon a few minutes. It might cheer her up. You really have been fine, you know! No telling where she might have been by this time if you hadn't gone out after her!"
Brentwood's machine was still in running order, and they were going out cow-stealing. Halstead had a long butcher knife and a cleaver. We went out to the outskirts of the city. Here and there were cows grazing, but always they were guarded by their owners.
From Major Buckley's to the same point, across the plains, was barely ten; so that there was still a chance that a brave man on a good horse, might reach Captain Brentwood's before the bushrangers, in spite of the start they had got. Sam's noble horse, Widderin, a horse with a pedigree a hundred years old, stood in the stable.
"It is a man's common sense to know when he is knocked out," he retorted. She held him with her eyes while she said: "Tell me what you want to accomplish, David; at the end of the ends, I mean. Is it only that you wish to save Miss Brentwood's little marriage portion?" He told the simple truth, as who could help, with Portia's eyes demanding it. "It was that at first; I'll admit it. But latterly "
I arrived at Captain Brentwood's about three o'clock in the afternoon. I flatter myself that I made a very successful approach, and created rather a sensation among the fourteen or fifteen people who were sitting in the verandah. They took me for a distinguished stranger. Let me see, who was there that day?
"What makes my boy look so happy this morning?" asked his mother. "Has the bay mare foaled, or have you negotiated James Brentwood's young dog? Tell us, that we may participate." "None of these things have happened, mother; but I feel in rather a holiday humour, and I'm thinking of going down to Garoopna this morning, and spending a day or two with Jim."
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