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Tell you what I seen on Wo-Winya, about three year ago jist before me an' pore Bat was put on the Diamantinar Feller name o' Tregarvis, from Bendigo, he selected a lot o' land on Wo-Winya, an' made-up his mind he'd straighten M'Gregor. Bit of a Berryite, he was. Well-off for a selector, too; an' he done a big business back an' forrid to Vic. with cattle.
Bill Tregarvis! Why, of course many was the time they had seen life together he had had a wife and two boys. Harry wrung his hand and laughed. "Remember, Bill! Why, of course! It was only for a moment. I had got the face all right but not the name.
Mixed lots, of course, with stags an' ole cows that no fence would hold. North of Ireland feller, name o' Moore, was managin' Wo-Winya at the time; an' M'Gregor was a good deal about the station, takin' a sort o' interest in this Tregarvis.
An' between one thing an' another, an' bein' follered-up like the last dingo on a sheep station, ole Tregarvis was glad to sell-out to M'Gregor, before all was over. Yes, Stevenson; Lord 'a' mercy on M'Gregor if you got a holt of him! My word!
Yes, I have, as a matter of fact, come before, but there were things that have made it difficult at first, and of course there was a lot to do up there. But it's good to be down here! The other place is changed; I had been a bit disappointed, but here it is just the same the same old lights and smells and sea, and the same old friends " "Yer think that?" Tregarvis looked at him.
As for young Dick Tregarvis, he got four years for perjury; so they'll be jist about lettin' him out now, if he's got the good-conduct remission. "Beast changed?" suggested Thompson. "Yes. That was the idear. Some different dodge next time. Changed jist at dusk, an' shot the minit after. I had the station bullock all ready, before ever Tregarvis's one was yarded.
"We were wonderin'," said the long, thin man slowly, "when you was comin' down. Not that you'd remember faces that's not to be expected especially in foreign parts which is confusing and difficult for a man but I'm Bill Tregarvis what have had you out fishin' many's the time not that you'd remember faces," he said again, looking a little timidly at him. But he did! Harry remembered him perfectly!
"I should have laid a trap." "Jist what Tregarvis done," rejoined Bob. "One day there was a stranger among our cattle a fine big white bullock, an' Tregarvis's brand on him. We run this mob into the yard before dinner, to git a beast to kill, an' turned 'em all out agen, bar the white one; but he was in the killin'-yard all the afternoon.
An' young Tregarvis, he swore he was watchin' with a telescope, an' seen a white bullock o' theirs yarded with some more, an' all the rest turnedout; an' he kep' his eye on that white bullock all the afternoon; an' he heard the shot, an' went up with his ole man an' the trooper; an' he seen the raw hide hangin' on the fence, an' the head in the pig-sty, an' a couple o' fellers hoistin' the carkidge on the gallus.
Dead spit o' one another, down to the shape o' their horns bar the brands, of course; Treganis's beast havin' NT near-shoulder, an' JH conjoined under halfcircle off-ribs. I had him half-ways back to the paddick agen when Tregarvis thought he was identifyin' him in the killin'-yard. So he fell-in, simple enough.
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