Here was another egoism to be reckoned with--malevolently officious.
'They'll be hiding in the gully, Mr McKeith.

No fear of them taking to the outside bush with the tribe hanging round.

I'll just round 'em up and drive 'em into the scrub and strike the fear of the Law into them.
I'll do it now before I turn out my horse into the paddock.' 'No,' flamed Lady Bridget.

'You'll leave those unfortunate creatures alone--or--if you molest them--whether it's by my husband's permission or not--well--you'll find I'm a bad hater, Mr Harris.' The police inspector flushed a deep red.
'Maybe I'm not such a bad hater either, my lady--but with my respects....' 'That will do, Harris,' interposed McKeith.

'I told you that I'd do my own dirty jobs.