I want a witness with me when I catch Red Mick with these sheep, or else fifty of his clan will swear that he has been in bed for six weeks, or something like that." "Then," she said firmly, gathering up the reins in her daintily gloved hands as she spoke, "I'm going with you.

I'm just as good a witness as Poss or Binjie." "No, no, no," said Hugh, "that won't do.

There may be a row.

It's a rough sort of place, and a rough lot of people.

Now look here, Miss Grant, oblige me and go home.