"Oh, you d--d whelp! You wretch of a boy! MY God!" "'Twasn' MY fault." And Joe began to blubber.
But Anderson protested.

There was no time, he said, to be lost barneying; and he told Dad to take his old mare Jean and go at once for Sweeney.

Sweeney was the publican at Kangaroo Creek, with a reputation for curing snake-bite.

Dad ran out, mounted Jean and turned her head for Sweeney's.

But, at the slip-rails, Jean stuck him up, and would n't go further.