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If not so particular as this Scotch lad in respect of numbering the strokes I received, their effect was much more lasting in my case; for, adopting Mick's advice rather late in the day, I threw overboard the remaining stock of tobacco and pipes I had stowed in my `ditty box' below and abjured smoking so long as I remained in the training-ship, not resuming the habit until some years later when I was grown up and was on active service abroad.
"I sint mine down to Mick to keep for me jist a bit of paper written in pencil it was and it got lost some ways; but I have a copy of it I med at the time." "Where is the copy now?" "At Mick's place." "You must tell Mick to bring it in. Now where is this place, Pike's?" "Out this side of the opal-fields.
Here was a Fire-worshipper out of Persia, who for all the world looked like my brother Mick; and God knows Mick's no Parsee! Habib wore his native costume with a little red fez on top. "'Be seated, he said courteously; again reminding me of Mick. "'Which one first? he asked, pointing to a little inner room curtained from view.
Mick's off gone to look for the Signor. I'll try for them to be asleep when they come," and with these rather mysterious words Diana drew on the children, and Tim ran off with a nod. They walked on till they got a little clear of the crowd, and on to a road evidently leading out of the town.
They'll be sperrits, Oi thinks, if Oi don't misremimber, ez can take ony shape they plaizes!" "Oh, spirits?" exclaimed the other man chaffingly, thinking he was going to pull Mick's leg a bit. "What sort o' spirits, my lad is it rum, or gin, or whisky, now, you mean?" Mick did not reflect a bit, but came out pat with his answer.
They had only two firearms for all the party: Mick's rifle which he carried, and his revolver, which he gave to Vaughan. Their chief weapon was "bluff", for a party of seven could do nothing against nearly a hundred armed natives, except surprise them long enough to let their prisoner escape.
He did not think that he had done anything heroic; he had acted so towards the white boys because a certain white man had treated him well in the past, but these simple signs of Mick's approval made him the happiest black-fellow in all Central Australia. Sidcotinga Station
But all the men were asleep, and after Eagle had noted carefully where Mick was lying, he ducked down again behind the sand-hill and worked his way round till he was directly above the sleeping white man. Just to one side of Mick's swag was a row of pack-saddles and bags, and leaning against one of the saddles was the axe which had been used to chop wood for the branding fire that afternoon.
Immediately the meal was over they started to "handle the cattle". That was Mick's way of expressing it, and, indeed, at one part of the proceedings the cattle were actually "handled". But before they reached that stage many things had to be done.
At first it was not clear to the valiant uncle whether the silent boy was a superior to be feared, or an inferior to be held in fear, but Mick's courage grew with non-resistance, and blows became frequent; although not harder to bear than the perpetual fault-finding and scolding of his aunt, and all the good his mother had implanted was being shrivelled by the fires of his daily life.
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