It looks quite close." "Yes, in this clear atmosphere, Nic; but it is a long way off, as you will find before we get there.

Of course if we could canter our thirty or forty miles a day we should soon be there, but we are an escort only.
We want to take care of the waggon." "But couldn't the men take care of that ?" "Perhaps; but a good master looks after his valuables himself.

Brookes is a pretty trusty man, but the other is a new hand, whom I have lately had from my neighbour Mr Dillon, the magistrate, and I have not tried him yet sufficiently to trust.

That load contains things that will be of great value to me, things Lady O'Hara bought me: seeds and implements, guns, ammunition, powder, and endless odds and ends wanted by your mother and sisters, who cannot send into the next street to buy what they want." "But surely in this wild, open place no one would interfere with the waggon ?" "Think not?
Why, Nic, we have bushrangers--escaped convicts--beside plenty of people less desperate but more dishonest, without counting the blacks." "Are there any of them about here ?" asked Nic, with a glance round.
"Perhaps.

We hardly know where they may be.