"I'm not such a bad bushman but what I can find my way to the river," he said.
"Find it blindful," said Jacko, who did not relish the idea of going back to Medlicot's Mill as guide to another man.

There was a weakness in the idea that such aid could be necessary, which was revolting to Jacko's sense of bush independence.
They were standing on their horses at the entrance to the wool-shed as they discussed the point, when suddenly Harry himself appeared out of the building.

He came up and shook hands with Medlicot, with sufficient courtesy, but hardly with cordiality, and then asked his wife as to her ride.

"We have been very jolly, haven't we, Kate?
Of course it has been hot, but every thing is not so frightfully parched as it was before the rain.

As Mr.Medlicot has come back so far with us, we want him to come on and dine." "Pray do, Mr.Medlicot," said Harry.