The boy was a half-caste that father had picked up somewhere; he was as good as two men any day.
'So you've come at last,' growled father, 'and a good thing too.

I didn't expect to be here till to-morrow morning.

The dog came home, I suppose--that's what brought you here, wasn't it?
I thought the infernal cattle would beat Warrigal and me, and we'd have all our trouble for nothing.' 'Whose cattle are they, and what are you going to do with them ?' 'Never you mind; ask no questions, and you'll see all about it to-morrow.

I'll go and take a snooze now; I've had no sleep for three nights.' With our fresh horses and riding round so we kept the cattle easily enough.

We did not tell Warrigal he might go to rest, not thinking a half-caste brat like him wanted any.