Don't you remember the imported entire that they had his picture in the papers--him that Mr.Windhall gave 2000 Pounds for ?' 'What! the Marquis of Lorne?
Why, you don't mean to say they're going for him ?' 'By George, I do!' says Jim; 'and they'll have him here, and twenty blood mares to put to him, before September.' 'They're all gone mad--they'll raise the country on us.

Every police trooper in the colony'll be after us like a pack of dingoes after an old man kangaroo when the ground's boggy, and they'll run us down, too; they can't be off it.

Whatever made 'em think of such a big touch as that ?' 'That Starlight's the devil, I think,' said Jim slowly.

'Father didn't seem to like it at first, but he brought him round bit by bit--said he knew a squatter in Queensland he could pass him on to; that they'd keep him there for a year and get a crop of foals by him, and when the "derry" was off he'd take him over himself.' 'But how's he going to nail him?
People say Windhall keeps him locked up at night, and his box is close to his house.' 'Starlight says he has a friend handy; he seems to have one or two everywhere.

It's wonderful, as father told him, where he gets information.' 'By George! it would be a touch, and no mistake.