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Maule followed her to the door of the living room where she turned to give some orders to Maggie, the maid-servant, and to the Chinese cook. McKeith went off with Harris to see after the horses and have a talk with Ninnis at the stockyards. Thus, Maule was left alone for a few minutes to study and form his own opinion as to Lady Bridget's setting.
But when Mrs Gildea got home very tired, and hot she was made extremely angry by hearing the voices of Lady Bridget and McKeith in the veranda where they were drinking tea and, it seemed, holding a confidential conversation. Mrs Gildea's gorge rose higher. She had to stop a minute to try and recover her temper.
From the hide-house, McKeith dragged the prisoners, and through the gateway in the palings which made the fourth side of the enclosure. With one hand he clutched Wombo, with the other Oola, who in her lace-trimmed petticoat and flowered kimono was truly a tragi-comic spectacle. McKeith carried his coiled stockwhip in the hand which held Wombo.
Now that they were comfortable and out of pain, fed and given tobacco to smoke and a tot of rum apiece, they had time to remember superstitious fears kept at bay while they had been running for their life. Both were afraid to show themselves in the open. On one hand, there was the terror of McKeith; on the other, of Oola's husband.
It was a blue telegraph-service envelope, and had been forwarded on by the postman from Crocodile Creek, the nearest telegraph station. In the last fifteen months they had brought the bush railway a good deal further up the river, and Crocodile Creek was the present terminus. Thus the road journey was now considerable shorter than when Colin McKeith had brought his bride home.
'She likes him because he takes Luke off her hands. You know we've nick-named him the Unconstitutional Adviser. 'That's rubbish. You sing to him. 'What harm is there in my singing to Colin McKeith? 'As if you didn't know well enough that you're perfectly irresistible when you look at a man while you're singing those Neapolitan things. Biddy, it won't do. Give it up.
'The moon was right on her just then. I saw her give a shiver she'd been out in the wet. Then she walked up the veranda to where there's the covered bit joining on to the Old Humpey, and I noticed her sit down on the steps 'Stop, broke in McKeith. 'If you were on the veranda over there, you couldn't have seen as far as the steps. 'Right you are, Boss. But I wasn't waiting on the veranda.
'Go on that's nothing to do with us, put in McKeith gruffly. 'He's an old friend of her Ladyship's, I understand, sniggered Harris. 'What the devil has that got to do with Wombo? said McKeith furiously. Harris drew in his feelers. 'I wouldn't swear that it had, Mr McKeith, and I wouldn't swear that it hadn't.
He was about to get off his horse in the assured manner of a bushman claiming the usual hospitality, but McKeith big and grimly menacing advanced and held up his hand. 'No, wait a bit. Don't unsaddle. I'd like first to know your business. 'I'm an Organiser, said the man defiantly, 'and I'm not ashamed of my job.
'Mrs McKeith or is it Lady McKeith I should say I haven't got the hang of the name if you'll pardon me Mr McKeith sent me on to say that he'll be here with the buggy in a minute or two.... I'm Moongarr Bill.... Glad to welcome you up the Leura, ma'am, though I expect things seem a bit rough to you straight out from England and not knowing the Bush.
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