What's goin' on on top ?' 'Whips! They had a meetin' about youse last night--Jo, an' Rogers, an' my dad, an' ole Tinribs, an' the rest.

They're all after you.

You're fairly in fer it.' Dick's face became radiant with magnificent ideas.
'What! You don't mean they're goin' t' form a band t' capture us ?' 'Well, they sorter agreed about somethin' like that.' 'My word, that's into our hands, ain't it?
Lemme see, we must be a band of bushrangers what's robbed the gold escort an' the mounted p'lice're huntin' us in the ranges.

I'll be--yes, I'll be Morgan.

An' Ted--! What'll we make Ted?
I know--I know.