He stayed inside every day, and drank the yeast, and provided music for the women.

Sometimes he would leave the sofa, and go to the back-door and look out, and watch Dad tearing up and down the paddock after the plough; then he'd yawn, and wonder aloud what the diggins it was the old man saw in a game like that on a hot day; and return to the sofa, tired.

But every evening when Dad knocked off and brought the horses to the barn Dan went out and watched him unharnessing them.
A month passed.

Dad was n't so fond of Dan now, and Dan never talked of going away.

One day Anderson's cows wandered into our yard and surrounded the hay-stack.