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She remembered, as if it had been yesterday, how McKeith, a raw youth of eighteen with a horrible tragedy at the back of his young life, had been picked up by her father and brought to Bungroopim to learn the work of a cattle-station.... hitherto his experience, such as it was, had been with sheep in the, then, unsettled north.
But she was just in the mood to resent neglect on the part of McKeith. She went to the veranda railing, whence she had a view of the Bachelors' Quarters, and was able to see for herself that Tommy's report had been correct. She called to the child: 'Go at once, Tommy, and tell the master that I am waiting.
Afterwards, Lady Bridget remembered the greetings and wondered why the black boys had said: 'New feller Mithsis! Who had been the old feller Mithsis? she asked herself. McKeith sternly quashed the black boys' ebullition and told them to mind their own business. Bridget agreed that the buggy was first rate and became enthusiastic over the horses, four fairly matched and powerful roans.
Windeatt is in a blue funk because a report that a little army of Unionists, all mounted and armed, are camped that way and threatening to burn down his wool-shed and sack his store. The burned old Duppo's wool-shed last week. 'He's a skinflint, and I'm sure he deserved it, put in Lady Bridget indifferently. McKeith check a dry sarcasm.
Her Irish temper rose at the thought that Mrs Hensor might be giving him her version of the Wombo episode. She felt glad that the black-boy and his gin were comfortably sleeping off the effect of their wounds, and of the plentiful meals supplied them in the hide-house, and thus were not in evidence. When McKeith spoke, it was in a dictatorial, angry tone that of the incensed master.
As for Colin McKeith who had never been in the Blue Land and knew little even of the British Isles except for London chiefly around St Paul's School, Hammersmith and the Scotch Manse where he had occasionally spent his holidays even he was transported from the Government House drawing-room. Where? .... Not to the realm of visions such as he had seen in the smoke of his camp fire. Oh no.
You'll let me see to that for you, Lady Bridget, and, as she bowed her head, he addressed Harris again. 'Mr Ninnis and most of the others are camping out to-night on the run, and I seem to be the only responsible man in the place of course you know that Mr McKeith asked me to stop and help look after things for Lady Bridget if necessary. Then he complimented Harris genially upon his zeal.
Mr McKeith returned her look, all the hardness in his face softening to an expression of almost tender indulgence. 'We'd see about that. I might convert you but in the Back-Blocks. 'Or I might convert YOU. He shook his head, and then laughed in a shy, boyish way. 'There's no knowing what might happen but in the Back-Blocks. Lady Bridget leaned forward.
However, Mrs Hensor concluded, 'the master will be here tomorrow to see into the rights of things. 'How do you know that the master will be here to-morrow? asked Bridget sharply. 'Harry the Blower brought me a letter from Mr McKeith, replied Mrs Hensor with malign triumph.
'I may have to be away several days, continued McKeith. 'Then there's the new bore we're sinking the water is badly wanted cattle are dying I can't run any risk of the bore-plant being wrecked. The men who are working there must be sent off because we're short of rations thanks to those murderous brutes keeping back the drays and the muster has to be stopped for the same reason.
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