He jumped on to the veranda, clicked his teeth in an admiring ejaculation as he gazed at Lady Bridget.
'My word! BUJERI feller White Mary you! ...

new feller Mithsis belonging to Boss.

My word!' Then as McKeith drew up his horses in front of the hotel, Wombo and Moongarr Bill sprang to the heads of wheelers and leaders.
It seemed to Bridget that there was a change in her husband even since he had left her.

He looked more determined, more practical, wholly absorbed in the unsentimental business of the moment.

He had changed into looser, more workmanlike rig--was belted, pouched, carried his whip grandly, handled his reins with a royal air of command, as if he were now thoroughly at home in his own dominions, had already asserted his authority--which she found presently to be the case--and intended the rest of the world to knock under to him.