'Are you going to turn dog, now you know the way in?
Isn't it as easy to carry on for a few years more as it was twenty years ago ?' 'Not by a long chalk,' I said, for my blood was up, and I felt as if I could talk back to father and give him as good as he sent, and all for Jim's sake.

Poor Jim! He'd always go to the mischief for the sake of a good horse, and many another 'Currency' chap has gone the same way.

It's a pity for some of 'em that a blood horse was ever foaled.
'You think you can't be tracked,' says I, 'but you must bear in mind you haven't got to do with the old-fashioned mounted police as was potterin' about when this "bot" was first hit on.

There's chaps in the police getting now, natives or all the same, as can ride and track every bit as well as the half-caste you're talking about.

Some day they'll drop on the track of a mob coming in or getting out, and then the game will be all up.' 'You can cut it if you like now,' said father, looking at me curious like.