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First in the Field

CHAPTER NINE
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But as it found its stable companion continued to pace, Sour Sorrel followed its example and dropped into a walk.
The waggon was already a quarter of a mile onward, and the dogs were hanging back watching them, barking furiously till they were overtaken, and having a few encouraging words delivered to them as father and son rode on.
"I should like to set them free," said the doctor, "but I dare not yet." The afternoon ride was almost a repetition of that in the morning, and from time to time they passed water-holes, showing that they were keeping along the course of the river, though it was not until it was pointed out to him that Nic knew he was for some distance travelling along the dry bed and was crossing it, the depression seeming little different from the surrounding country.
Weariness had something to do with it, for to Nic the country did not seem so beautiful as in the morning.

He had been many hours in the saddle, and though the pace had only been a walk, the unaccustomed position told upon his muscles, and, in spite of a hint or two from his father, the boy's attitude was far from upright.

He had ceased, too, for some time to keep a keen look-out for birds and kangaroos.

Earlier in the afternoon he had seen some reddish, dun-coloured animals in the distance; but these had, upon nearer approach, turned out to be cattle, and a feeling of disappointment began to make itself evident as they rode on and on, till toward sunset, when the waggon was quite half a mile ahead, Nic noticed that the bright greyish white tilt was glowing and turning ruddier against the dark lines of a clump of trees, and a minute later it still seemed to be in the same position.
Nic felt disposed to draw his father's attention to the fact that the waggon was not moving, but his feeling of disinclination even to speak was growing upon him, and he was riding bent forward in silence, noticing what appeared to be a bed of whitish mist spreading among the trees, when his father startled him out of his thoughtful musings by saying laconically: "Camp." Nic turned and looked at him inquiringly.
"Camp, Nic," he said.

"Don't you see that they've lit a fire ?" "Oh!" cried the boy, raising himself up.


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