the same
name--emptying out the fire liquid in the exstinkers, and fillin' em up
with kerosene. So, being a cute young nipper, he slips away to the Fire
Brigade station and says to the Superintendent, 'Give me ten bob an'
I'll tell you a secret about Ikey Benjamin and his fire exstinkers.'
The Super gave him the money, and the boy tells the yarn, and about
two o'clock in the morning the fire bells starts ringin', and Ikey was
aroused from a dead sleep with the noos that his store was alight in
seventeen places, but that the firemen was puttin' it out vigorously.
How many years did you--I mean the other cove--get, Ikey?"

"I don't know," replied the hawker, "but I do know that I must be
getting along to Boorala," and hurriedly gathering together his effects,
he departed in a bad temper.

Young gave his mates a solemn wink, and then laughed.

"He's the chap, boys; and if he hadn't started gassin' about Miss Kate,
I wouldn't have started on him. As for what he said about her and Mr
Aulain, there's some truth in it. The Inspector is dead sweet on her, I
know, but whether she cares for him is another matter. Anyway she hasn't
seen him for nigh on two years, so I think it must be off. And you all
know what she thinks of the Nigger Police, don't you?"

The arrival of the Goddess of the Gully with her two companions created
quite a little stir at the camp. As soon as Forde and Gerrard had
finished their refreshing bathe in the crystal waters of the creek, and
returned to the house, they found Kate had supper ready. She had changed
her riding dress for a white skirt and blouse, and looked as Forde said,
"divinely cool and refreshing."

"Father will be here in a few minutes," she said, as going to a small
overmantel she deftly re-coiled her hair, which had a way of becoming
loose. "What a nuisance is a woman's hair, isn't it, Mr Gerrard? Now, Mr
Forde, _why_ don't you say it is her glory? Don't be shocked at me, Mr
Gerrard, but the fact is I am short of hair-pins, and this morning when
the filly began bucking, I lost nearly all I had. I think I shall do my
hair _a la Suisse_."

"I wouldn't if I were you," said her father, who just then entered after
a hasty "wash down" in a tub placed at the back of the house, "there are
a lot of native dogs about, and you might lose it."

Both Forde and Gerrard, and Kate as well, laughed loudly, for they all
knew that in the winter time, when the dingoes{*} were hungry they would
often b