He calls hisself a magistrate, but he's not to do just as he pleases because he's a magistrate.

I suppose we can swear against him for lighting our grass, sergeant?
There isn't one of us that didn't see him do it." "And where is Nokes ?" asked the sergeant, paying no attention to the application made by Mr.Brownbie, junior, for redress to himself.
"Well," said Joe, "Nokes isn't any where about Boolabong." "He's away with your brother George ?" "I shouldn't wonder," said Joe.
"It's a serious matter lighting a fire, you know," said the sergeant.
"A man would have to swing for it." "Then why isn't young Heathcote to swing ?" demanded Jack.
"There is such a thing as intent, you know.

When Heathcote lighted the fire, where would the fire have gone if he hadn't kept putting it out as fast as he kept lighting it?
On to his own run, not to yours.
And where would the other fire have gone which somebody lit, and which nobody put out, if he hadn't been there to stop it?
The less you say against Heathcote the better.

So Nokes is off, is he ?" "He ain't here, anyways," said Joe.

"When the row was over, we wouldn't let him in.