Georgie, you'll go too, if you take my advice.

That young cur will send the police here as sure as my name is Brownbie, and, if they once get hold of you, they'll have a great many things to talk to you about." Georgie grumbled when he heard this, but he knew that the advice given him was good, and he did not attempt to enter the house.

So Nokes and he vanished, away into the bush together--as such men do vanish--wandering forth to live as the wild beasts live.

It was still a dark night when they went, and the remainder of the party took themselves to their beds.
On the following afternoon they were lying about the house, sometimes sleeping, and sometimes waking up to smoke, when the two policemen, who had already been at Gangoil, appeared in the yard.

These men were dressed in flat caps, with short blue jackets, hunting breeches, and long black boots--very unlike any policemen in the old country, and much more picturesque.