I'm off to Tunumburra to put the police on to those devils straight away.' 'All right, Boss.

You'll find it will take some tall calculatin' though.

Them Unionists are getting too strong for the police to tackle.
Windeatt up at Breeza Downs is in a mortal funk, and sending word everywhere for a squad of Specials to protect his woolshed.' 'It seems,' said Lady Biddy to her husband, when the mailman had gone, 'that there might be some use after all for Luke Tallant's Maxims.' 'It seems that Jim Steadbolt has been taking his revenge,' he answered, 'and that I must be in the saddle in an hour's time.

Mix me a drink, Biddy, and order in some grub, while I go and have a bath.' He looked as if he needed one.

The dust of the drafting camp was caked upon his face and clothes.