He meant to brace up and give her no more trouble.
He kept his resolve for a fortnight, and then, one morning, a man brought him a note from Wilkinson, asking him to drive over to the range.

Charnock told the man he could not go, but presently put down his pen and looked out of the open window of the office of the store.

The last of the snow had vanished some time since, and round white clouds drifted across the sky.

Flying shadows streaked the wide plain, which gleamed like silver in the sunshine, and the bleached grass rolled in long waves before the breeze.

There was something strangely exhilarating in the air and the dusty office smelt of salt-pork and cheese.