'Oh, my dear, there ain't going to be any bush worries for us this blessed afternoon and evening.

It's the poetry and romance'-- he pronounced it romance--'of the bush that's got hold of me now.

I'm just longing for us to strike the camping place--and then--just you and me together--just man and woman--alone with Nature!' He put his hand on hers and she pressed it in return.

The Woman in her thrilled to the Man in him.
Cudgee, on the hind seat with his back to them, broke the spell.
'My word, Massa! You look out, Mithsis--big feller goanner sit down along a tree.' And for the first time in her existence, Lady Bridget beheld a monster iguana dragging its huge lizard tail and turning its stately, brown crocodile head round at her from the safe vantage place of a thick gum branch.
After that, the way led off the main road, on by a less used track through wilder country.

Here Wombo, the black boy, was waiting--Moongarr Bill having gone on with the pack horse to the camping place--and helped to unharness the two leaders which he drove before him ahead.