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own self,ā€ assented Price obsequiously.

ā€œThickheaded galoot, appearingly,ā€ suggested Bum.

ā€œOught to be hunted back to the Sydney side,ā€ contributed Dixon.

ā€œYou couldnā€™t pack him for a near side leader,ā€ resumed Mosey; ā€œbut there was nothinā€™ for it but shepherd all night. You might bet yer soul agen five bob, Pilot was off. Whenever he seen a fence, heā€™d go through it, anā€™ whenever he seen a river, heā€™d swim it; anā€™ the whole fraternity stringinā€™ after, thinkinā€™ he was on for somethinā€™ worth while. Grand leader, but a beggar to clear. Well, lasā€™ year, when we went up empā€™y to Bargoonaā ā€”same trip the ole man got that wonderful drink off Moriartyā ā€”who should we fine there but this Alf, waitinā€™ for wool, anā€™ due for the fust load. No fear oā€™ him goinā€™ up empā€™y nyther. Heā€™d manage to collar six tonā ā€”ā€

ā€œDonā€™t mention that name if you can help it, Mosey,ā€ interrupted Cooper, as he returned to the group, carrying a blanket and the little bag of dead grass which he used as a pillow. ā€œIā€™m a good-tempered man,ā€ he continued, in sullen apology; ā€œbut it gives me the wilds and the melancholies, does that name.ā€

ā€œWhich?ā ā€”Bargoona?ā€

ā€œNo; the other name. Youā€™ve got Nosey Alf, anā€™ Warrigal Alf, anā€™ (sheol) knows how many other Alfs. I got reason to hate that name.ā€

ā€œWell,ā€ resumed Mosey, after a pause, ā€œas I was tellinā€™ you, this cove he was there; anā€™ it so happened his near side leader had got bit with a snake, anā€™ died; anā€™ as luck would have it, heā€™d sold the pick of his bullicks to a tank-sinker, anā€™ bought steers in theyre place; anā€™ he hadnā€™t another bullick fit to shove in the near side lead to tackle sich a road as heā€™d got in front of him. Well, this cove he makes fistfuls oā€™ money, but heā€™s always dog-poor, so heā ā€”ā€

ā€œWhich cove makes fistfuls oā€™ money?ā€ demanded Price, roused from a reverie by the magic dissyllable.

ā€œFine out, you (adj.) ole fool. So he was flyblowed as usual in regard oā€™ cash; anā€™ he was badly in want of a near side leader; anā€™ I kepā€™ showinā€™ off this Pilot, shifting wagons from the door oā€™ the shed, anā€™ tinkerinā€™ about; anā€™ he offered us two good bullicks for the counterfit; anā€™ me anā€™ the ole man we humā€™d and haā€™d, anā€™ let on we didnā€™t want to part with him; anā€™ me as thin as a whippinā€™-post with watchinā€™ the yaller-hided dodger every night, to keep him from goinā€™ overland to the bounds oā€™ creation. Well, at long anā€™ at last we swapped level for Valiparaiser. I seen the workinā€™ oā€™ Providence in it from fust to last. The horse heā€™s worth twenty notes, all out; anā€™ Pilot he was dear at a gift. I say, Tom; thatā€™s a grand horse you got off oā€™ the Far-downer. Goes like a greyhound. Gosh, you had that bloke to rights. Heā€™s whippinā€™ the cat now like fury. I was chiackinā€™ him about the deal, when he told me you swapped level; anā€™ he wanted to change the subject. ā€˜Iā€™m frightened youā€™ll be short oā€™ grass tonight,ā€™ says he. ā€˜Where you goinā€™ to camp?ā€™ says he. The (adj.) fool!ā€

ā€œWhat did you tell him?ā€ asked Thompson.

ā€œRam-paddick, of course. You donā€™t ketch me tellinā€™ the truth about where Iā€™m goinā€™ to camp. But you got a rakinā€™ horse, Tom; anā€™ I give you credit for gittinā€™ at the blind side oā€™ the turf-cutter.ā€

ā€œHeā€™ll do me well enough for poking about,ā€ I replied modestly. ā€œBut how did the other fellow get on with Pilot?ā€

ā€œIt was the fun oā€™ the world,ā€ resumed Mosey. ā€œThe other feller he left the shed three days ahead of us; anā€™ when we drawed out, anā€™ camped at the Four-mile Tank, this fellerā€™s wagon was standinā€™ there yet; anā€™ no sign oā€™ him nor his carrion. I was thinkinā€™ heā€™d have some fun with Pilot, ā€™specially on account of havinā€™ to do his bullick-huntinā€™ on foot; for he couldnā€™t afford to git another horse till he delivered. Well, I never seen him agen till today when we stopped for dinner; but the feller at the Bilby Well he told me about it when we was goinā€™ back to Bargoona, nexā€™ trip.ā€

ā€œSeems, the other feller he goes out in the morninā€™ on foot, thinkinā€™ to fine his carrion among that mulgar in the corner to yer left; anā€™ when he got to the corner, there was a hole in the fence, anā€™ the tracks through. Course, he runs the tracks; he runs ā€™em all day, anā€™ at night he lays down, anā€™ I sā€™pose he swears his self to sleep. Nexā€™ morninā€™, off he scoots agen, anā€™ jist before sundown he hears the bells, anā€™ he pipes the tail end oā€™ the string ahead; anā€™ the front end was jist at the Bilby Wellā ā€”sixty good mile, if itā€™s an inch, anā€™ scrub all the road. Pilot he hadnā€™t thought worth while to go rounā€™ by the Boundary Tank, to git on the wool track; he jist went ahead like a surveyor, anā€™ the fences was like spidersā€™ webs to him. It was blazing hot weather; and the other fellow he never seen tucker nor water all the trip, for he wouldnā€™t leave the track. Laugh? Lord! I thought Iā€™d ā€™aā€™ busted when the bloke at the well told me. I noticed the other feller was a bit narked when he seen me on the horse today. Heā€™s got red oā€™ Pilot.ā€

ā€œLook here, Mosey,ā€ said Thompson slowly: ā€œIā€™d ratherā ā€”so help me Godā ā€”Iā€™d rather cut my own throat than do a trick like that. Arenā€™t you frightened of bringing a curse on yourself?ā€

ā€œI ainā€™t (adj.) fool enough to believe in curses,ā€ replied Moseyā ā€”his altered tone nevertheless belying his bravado.

ā€œSimply because you donā€™t keep your eyes open,ā€ retorted Thompson. ā€œIsnā€™t it well known that a grog-sellerā€™s money never gets to his children? Isnā€™t it well known that if you mislead a woman, a curseā€™ll follow you like your

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