He was outside the store, where Ninnis was weighing rations for Harris, and McKeith's and the Police Inspector's horses, ready saddled, with valises strapped on, were hitched to the paling.
Harris sulkily touched his helmet to Lady Bridget, but McKeith had his back to her and seemed wholly absorbed in some directions he was giving.
'You'll see to it, Ninnis, that six saddle-horses are kept ready to run up, in case the Pastoralist Executive sends along any message that's got to be carried down the river--there's that lot of colts Zack Duppo broke in, they'll do.

And you can get in Alexander and Roxalana from the Bore pasture, in case the buggy should be wanted--and one or two of the old hacks that are spelling out there.

Of course, her ladyship's horse mustn't be touched, and you'll see Mr Maule has a proper mount if he wants it--the gentleman who'll be here for a bit--a friend of her ladyship's from England--you understand.

You'll keep on those new men for the tailing mob, though I'm not sure they mightn't be Unionists in disguise.

Anyway, Moongarr Bill is a match for them....