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Updated: May 31, 2025
As luck would have it, there was a biggish mob to start in a week, and road hands being scarce in that part the overseer was disappointed that my mate, as he called him, hadn't come on, but I said he'd gone another track. 'Well, he'll hardly get such wages at any other job, says he, 'and if I was Mr. Storefield I wouldn't hire him again, not if he wanted a billet ever so bad.
George Storefield had married a lady a real lady, as Aileen said and, though she was a nice, good-tempered young woman as ever was, Aileen, of course, wouldn't stay there any longer. She thought home was the best place after all. We took a couple of days figuring it out at the Hollow.
Dawson drove pretty near the stand then, and they all stood up in the drag. I went back to Aileen and Gracey Storefield. We were close by the winning post when they came past; they had to go another time round. The Sydney horses were first and second, the diggers' favourite third; but old Rainbow, lying well up, was coming through the ruck hard held and looking full of running.
'I am just about to open court, Mr. Storefield. Would you mind taking a few cases with me this morning? We went into the courthouse just for a lark. There was old George sitting on the bench as grave as a judge, and a rattling good magistrate he made too.
Gracey Storefield not daring to think of me or say my name, after seeing me carried off a prisoner before her eyes. Here was a load of misery and disgrace heaped up together, to be borne by the whole family, now and for the time to come by the innocent as well as the guilty. And for what?
Jim said afterwards he'd made up his mind to have another try at getting me to join with George Storefield in that fencing job. After that we could have gone into the outside station work with him just the thing that would have suited the pair of us; and what a grand finish we might have made of it if we ran a waiting race; and where were we now?
Anyway, I turned on George rather rough, and I says, 'We're not good enough for the likes of you, Mr. Storefield. It's very kind of you to think of us, but we'll take our own line and you take yours. 'I'm sorry for it, Dick, and more sorry that you take huff at an old friend. All I want is to do you good, and act a friend's part. Good-bye some day you'll see it.
We remembered the time when their hut wasn't a patch on ours, when old Isaac Storefield, that had been gardener at Mulgoa to some of the big gentlemen in the old days, had saved a bit of money and taken up a farm; but bit by bit their place had been getting better and bigger every year, while ours had stood still and now was going back.
Storefield wouldn't have 'em cut because her old man had planted 'em. She came out to see us. 'Well, Ailie, child, says she, 'come along in, don't sit there on your horse. Who's this you've got with you? Oh! it's you, Dick, is it? My eyes ain't as good as they were. Well, come along in too. You're on the wrong road, and worse 'll come of it.
Besides, I could see that she was very serious over it, and I thought there might be something in it more than common. 'First of all, did you make any agreement with George Storefield? she said. 'No; why should I? Has he been talking to you about me? What right has he to meddle with my business? 'Oh, Dick, don't talk like that. Anything that he said was only to do you a kindness, and Jim.
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