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Updated: June 4, 2025
Me want 'em catch Lathy-chap before pollis-man come. That feller pollis-man take Wombo long-a gaol. Mithsis' the gin implored. 'BUJERI you! Mithis tell pollis-man Wombo plenty good blackfellow. No take Wombo long-a gaol. 'What has Wombo been doing? asked Lady Bridget. 'Did he steal the gun?
She let Wombo out, and I locked the door of the hide-house again afterwards, and put the key back in your room. It's all right nothing can be found out till the morning. They're safe in the scrub by now. 'Well, I'm thankful for that at any rate, he answered. 'But at this moment I cannot think of anything or anyone but you. My dearest I'm so afraid of your being ill what can I do? 'Nothing.
'Colin, you are unjust all round. You were very unjust to Wombo. Why shouldn't the poor black-boy marry as well as you or anyone else? McKeith gave a hard laugh. 'I'm not preventing him from marrying. I only said I wasn't going to have his gin on my station. 'You wouldn't listen when he told you that he didn't dare go back to his tribe because his gin's husband threatened to kill him.
What a contrast between the romantic hero of her dreams and the figure of the black-boy before her. Wombo had been in the wars. Very little was left of the trim understudy of Moongarr Bill.
Here was Harris taking a legitimized revenge on Wombo, and doubtless also on herself. Clearly, he had been patrolling the Breeza Downs boundaries in search of Unionist incendiaries, and seizing Wombo instead, had acted promptly without waiting for a warrant or consulting McKeith. Wombo would be charged at the township with theft of the gun and murder of Oola's husband.
I like the wind and the rain they're soothing. And I couldn't sleep now until I know that Wombo is safe in the scrub. He made no further protest, but set to work shepherding the goats. She watched him drive them out of the gate till his dark form and the piebald shapes he was driving before him were lost in the night.
McKeith cut short the argument sound logic it seemed to Lady Biddy by an imperious, silencing gesture, and a sudden unfurling of his stockwhip, which made a hissing sound as it writhed along the ground like a snake. The black boy sprang aside. McKeith pointed to the gidia scrub and issued a terse command in the native language. Wombo turned appealingly to Lady Bridget. 'Lathychap!
However, he's satisfied that Wombo is securely locked up and an extra glass of grog and a hint that, as he hasn't provided himself with a warrant there's no obligation on him to stand over his prisoner with a loaded gun, eased his mind of responsibility. The man is in a beast of a temper though, he evidently expected to be entertained down here. I hope Mrs Hensor will give him a good dinner.
'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.
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.
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