"Good day, doctor," he said shortly, and with his staff at heel trotted down the slope, followed till out of earshot by a mocking fire of "Joes." Lingering in the rear, the youthful sympathiser turned in his saddle and waved his cap.
The raid was over for that day.

The crowd dispersed; its members became orderly, hard-working men once more.

The storekeeper hushed his frantic dog, and called his assistant to rebuild the pillar of tins.
The young digger sat down on the log that served for a bench, and examined his foot.

He pulled and pulled, causing himself great pain, but could not get his boot off.

At last, looking back over his shoulder he cried impatiently: "Dick!...