A lump of salt junk and a hunk of bread were handed to the traveller.
'Now you be off, and eat that outside my paddock,' said McKeith.

'See those gum trees over there ?--You can go and organise the gum trees.' The man scowled, and weakly threatened as he half turned his horse's head.
'Look here, Boss, you'll find yourself the worse for this.' 'Shall I.In what way, can you tell me ?' 'You'll find that your grass is burned, I daresay.' 'I'm obliged to you for the hint.

I'll take precautions, and I'll begin by shepherding you straight off my run,' said McKeith.

'Harris, if you're ready now, come along here.' The Police Inspector stepped off the store veranda, where he had been standing, a majestic and interested onlooker.

The Organiser--after all, a mere man of straw, crumpled under his baneful stare.
'You can't give me in charge--you've got no warrant--I've done nothing to be given in charge for.' 'Some of your people have, though, and here's a bit of information for any skunk among your cowardly lot,' said McKeith.