An old cabbage-tree hat and a blue serge shirt made up the rest of his rig.
Boots he had on, but they didn't seem to be fellows, and one rusty spur.
His hair was like a hay-coloured mop, half-hanging over his eyes, which looked sharp enough to see through a gum tree and out at the other side.
He jumped down and stood before us, while his horse's flanks heaved up and down like a pair of bellows.
'Well, what's up ?' says father.
'My word, governor, you was all in great luck as I come home last night, after bein' away with them cattle to pound.

Bobby, he don't know a p'leeceman from a wood-an'-water joey; he'd never have dropped they was comin' here unless they'd pasted up a notice on the door.' 'How did you find out, Billy ?' says father, 'and when'll they be here ?' 'Fust thing in the morning,' says the young wit, grinning all over his face.

'Won't they be jolly well sold when they rides up and plants by the yard, same as they did last time, when they took Dick.' 'Which ones was they ?' asks father, fillin' his pipe quite business-like, just as if he'd got days to spare.
'Them two fellers from Bargo; one of 'em's a new chum--got his hair cut short, just like Dick's.

My word, I thought he'd been waggin' it from some o' them Gov'ment institoosh'ns.

I did raly, Dick, old man.' 'You're precious free and easy, my young friend,' says Starlight, walking over.