Dad was leaning on a hoe.
"I am AFRAID of him," Mother said; "it's not right you should keep him about the place.

No one's safe with such a man.

Some day he'll take it in his head to kill us all, and then--" "Tut, tut, woman; poor old Jack! he's harmless as a baby." "All right," (sullenly); "you'll see!" Dad laughed and went away with the hoe on his shoulder to cut burr.
Middle of summer.

Dad and Dave in the paddock mowing lucerne.

Jack sinking post-holes for a milking-yard close to the house.