Jacko had spread a very dirty fragment of an old white handkerchief on his head, and wore his hat over it.
Mrs.Heathcote had begged Harry to take a large cotton parasol, and he had nearly consented, being unable at last to reconcile himself to the idea of riding with such an accoutrement even in the bush.

"The heat's a bore," he said, "but I'm not a bit afraid of it as long as I keep moving.

Yes, I'll be back to dinner, though I won't say when, and I won't say for how long.

It will be the same thing all day to-morrow.

I wish with all my heart those people were not coming." He rode straight away to the German's hut, which was on the northwestern extremity of his further paddock in that direction.