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Updated: May 15, 2025
"Nothing brilliant, but careful and trustworthy. Revolves in his orbit without a what-you-may-call-'im." "Perturbation," I suggested. "How far is his hut from here?" "Twelve mile. Let's see six or eight mile north-west of where you dropped the first lot of wire that time." "Can't I take him on the way to Mulppa?" "Yes; but don't trust him for directions beyond his own place.
He only remarked that she might have found her own way back; then he went for home as hard as his horse could lick. "As the fellows turned-up, one after another, Spanker sent the smartest of them one to Kulkaroo, and one to Mulppa, and two or three others to different fencers' and tank-sinkers' camps. But the main thing was blackfellows.
We'll give you the geography. Better put up at his place to-night, and you'll reach Mulppa in good time to-morrow evening. And look out for that dog of yours when you get in range of Dan's place. He's great on strychnine; and the station gets the benefit of it in two ways he keeps his paddock clear of dingoes, and he never has a scalp to sell."
By this time, breakfast was concluded; and in two minutes the combined topographical knowledge of the young fellows had laid down the best route to Mulppa, via Dan's hut. Then a short official interview with Mr. Spanker, followed by a long, desultory gossip, brought me another couple of hours nearer the final reward of my orthodox upbringing.
We were circling round for miles, without making any headway; and so the time passed till about three in the afternoon. Then up comes Spanker, with his hat lost, and his face cut and bleeding from the scrub, and his horses in a white lather, and a black lubra sitting in the back of the buggy, and the Mulppa stock-keeper tearing along in front, giving him our tracks.
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