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Finally, the men were ready; a somewhat motley crowd not more than seven or eight in flannels, while the remainder were in ordinary dress, with occasionally riding breeches and leggings to be seen, and not a few football jerseys. The Mulgoa men, on being mustered, were found to be a man short, while Cunjee had one to the good.
She was leading him off when the dusky retainer muttered something to her father. "Oh, all right, Billy," said Mr. Linton. "Norah, those fellows from Cunjee have come to see me about buying sheep. I expect I shall have to take them out to the paddock I don't think you'd better come." "All right, Dad." Sheep did not interest Norah very much. "I think I'll go down to the lagoon."
"The swaggie turned a very ugly look on Dad. "'You give me in charge, and I'll precious quick have you up for assault! he said. "Dad laughed. "'As for that, you can do exactly as you choose, he said. 'I'll be quite ready to answer for thrashing a cur like you. However, you're not worth carting seventeen miles to Cunjee, so you can go the quicker the better." "And he cleared, I suppose?"
Brown and the Melbourne trained nurse reigned supreme, and Dr. Anderson came and went as often as he could manage the fourteen-mile spin out from Cunjee in his motor. Norah had a new care a little fragile old lady, with snowy hair, and depths of infinite sadness in her eyes, whom Dick Stephenson called "mother."
"I'm off in a few minutes breakfast's ready. Wally's going into Cunjee with a telegram to Melbourne for the black trackers, as hard as he can ride." "Jim there's something you know!" He hesitated. "I'd better tell you," he said. "Monarch's come home alone, Norah!" The creek went down with a broken song, 'Neath the she oaks high; The waters carried the song along, And the oaks a sigh.
"Anyway, he's a bowler far more than a bat." "Ah, it's possibly not his 'day out. What a pity!" Cecil murmured. "Well, we can't always be on our best form, I suppose," said Mrs. Anderson, pacifically. "And, at any rate, Norah, your friend is doing splendidly. Wasn't that a lovely stroke?" Alas! it soon was apparent that Cunjee was not going to support its ally.
"A telegram came from him last night, and it was important something about cattle so I sent Burton into Cunjee with it Killybeg's on the telephone now, you know, and Burton could ring him up from the post office. But the Darrells were astonished, and said he'd left there quite early, and meant to come straight home." "Well?" Norah was white enough now.
"Save you buying jugs and basins," said Wally. "Great money-saving idea!" "Rather," said Bob. "Is there anyone in Cunjee who can plumb?" "Oh, yes; there's a handy man who can do the whole thing. We'll get Jim to go and see him tomorrow." They left this job to the handy man, who proved equal to all demands, and went on themselves to higher flights.
Jim handled them steadily, and presently they were induced to face the snorting horror, wherein the doctor sat, waving his hand and calling cheery Christmas greetings as they shot past, to which the three responded enthusiastically. Cunjee sank into the distance behind them. The miles flew past.
He made good use of the over the score mounted, and the Cunjee hopes swung lower. It was still eight for 115 when a single brought his companion to face little Harry Blake, the other Cunjee bowler, who was plainly feeling the weight of his position. He sent the ball down nervously it slipped as it left his hand, and the Mulgoan stepped out to meet it, while Harry gasped with horror.
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