Though he fell from his horse in utter weariness, he would persevere.
As the night wore on he came to the German's hut, and finding it empty, as he expected, rode on to the outside fence of his run.

When he reached this he got off his horse, and taking a key out of his pocket, whistled upon it loudly.

A few minutes afterward the German came up to him.
"There's been no one about, I suppose ?" he asked.
"Not a one," said the man.
"You've been across on Brownbie's run ?" "We're on it now, Mr.'Eathcote." They were both on the side of the fence away from Gangoil station.
"I don't know how that is, Karl.

I think Gangoil goes a quarter of a mile beyond this.

But we did not quite strike the boundary when we put up the fence." "Brownbie's cattle is allays here, Mr.'Eathcote, and is knocking down the fence every day.