He couldn't write, so I made sure that Starlight had written it for him.

He was quite well, it said; and to look out for him about Christmas time; he might come home then, or send for us; to stop at Boree if we could get work, and keep a couple of horses in good trim, as he might want us.

A couple of five-pound notes fell out of the letter as I opened it.
When I looked at them first I felt a kind of fear.

I knew what they came from.

And I had a sort of feeling that we should be better without them.
However, the devil was too strong for me.