"My word, I have! A great, big, red, hairy bunyip 'r somethin' charged out o' th' bush 'bout a mile back, bowled me over an' went howlin' down th' road in a cloud o' dust." "Which way ?" gasped Bill.
The pedestrian pointed in the direction of Loo.

"That's th' way he went," he said.

"Cripes, I'd a' thought I seen a fantod on'y I bin teetotal fer a year." The shearers whipped up, and rode on at a gallop, and the man grinned after them with exquisite joy.

"Well, life's worth living after all." said Nickie the Kid.
Before Sunday night it was known at Loo that the Missing Link, which had been stolen or had escaped, was once more safely bestowed in Professor Thunder's Museum, and when the show opened on Monday there was something like a run on it.

With the curious crowd came Bill, Ben, and Fred, Mike having been left to keep camp.