Medlicot, turning round, looked at the lad, and asked who were the enemies.
"Free-selectors," said Jacko.
"I'm a free-selector," said Medlicot.
"Did not jist mean you," said Jacko.
"Jacko, you'd better hold your tongue," said Mrs.Heathcote.
"Hold my tongue! My word! Well, you go on." Medlicot came as far as the wool-shed, and then said that he would return.

He had thoroughly enjoyed his ride.

Kate Daly was bright and pretty and winning; and in the bush, when a man has not seen a lady perhaps for months, brightness and prettiness and winning ways have a double charm.

To ride with fair women over turf, through a forest, with a woman who may perhaps some day be wooed, can be a matter of indifference only to a very lethargic man.

Giles Medlicot was by no means lethargic.