He seemed preoccupied and angry, and merely nodded to his wife, but did not take off his hat as he had done in earlier days--and, somehow, to-day she noticed the omission.
'All right, eh, Biddy ?' he called out casually.

'Here's your mail--I've taken out mine,' and he pitched the leather bag, with the string cut and the official red seal broken, on to the veranda at her feet.

'I say--you might bring the whisky out to the back veranda.

I daresay you could do with a nip, eh, Harry ?' 'That I can, Mr McKeith.

Riding along these plains is dry work.