This one hailed McKeith.
'Yah! Look at him and his spanking team! What price honest labour, you blamed scab of a squatter?
Just you wait a bit.

It'll be our turn soon to burn all you blanked capitalists off the Leura.' The lanky bushman took up the jeering note.
'Pretty flash turn-out, ain't it! My word, you think yourself a bloated fine gentleman now you've married into the British hairystocracy, don't you, Mister Colin McKeith?
You can take it from us, boys, he's the meanest cuss that ever downed a harmless nigger....

Ask him what the twenty-five notches on his gun stand for ?' 'And I tell YOU what it is, Steve Baines.

There'll be another notch on my gun, and it won't be for a nigger, if you give me any more of your insolence,' said McKeith coolly.

'Get out of the way, men.