'I'd have you understand that there's an organiser on this station already.

I'M the Organiser here, and I'm not taking stock in Trades Unions at present.' 'But you'll let me have a talk with your men ?--No harm in that.' 'No, you don't,' said McKeith.
'Well, I can spell my horse an hour or two, can't I ?' 'No, you can't.

You'll ride off my station straight away.' 'I've been off tucker since yesterday,' said the man, who seemed a poor-spirited creature.

'Anyhow, Boss, you'll give me something to eat.' 'Yes, I'll do that.' The laws of bush hospitality may not be violated.
Food must be given even to an enemy--provided he be white.

McKeith called to the Chinaman to bring out beef and bread.