After we'd fairly settled to stay, father began to be more pleasant than he'd ever been before.

We were pretty likely, he said, to have a visit from Starlight and the half-caste in a day or two, if we'd like to wait.
He was to meet him at the Hollow on purpose to help him out with the mob of fat bullocks we had looked at.

Father, it appears, was coming here by himself when he met this outlying lot of Mr.Hunter's cattle, and thought he and old Crib could bring them in by themselves.

And a mighty good haul it was.

Father said we should share the weaners between the three of us; that meant 50 Pounds a piece at least.