't be in it. Why don't you knock at a
gentleman's door when you come a visiting?'

'Wasn't sure it was you,' he answered, showing his teeth; 'it don't do
to get sold. Might been troopers, for all I know.'

'Pity we wasn't,' said Jim; 'I'd have the hobbles on you by this time,
and you'd have got "fitted" to rights. I wish I'd gone into the police
sometimes. It isn't a bad game for a chap that can ride and track, and
likes a bit of rough-and-tumble now and then.'

'If I'd been a police tracker I'd have had as good a chance of nailing
you, Jim Marston,' spoke up Warrigal. 'Perhaps I will some day. Mr.
Garton wanted me bad once, and said they'd never go agin me for old
times. But that says nothin'. Starlight's out at the back and the old
man, too. They want you to go to them--sharp.'

'What for?'

'Dunno. I was to tell you, and show the camp; and now gimme some grub,
for I've had nothing since sunrise but the leg of a 'possum.'

'All right,' said Jim, putting the billy on; 'here's some damper and
mutton to go on with while the tea warms.'

'Wait till I hobble out Bilbah; he's as hungry as I am, and thirsty too,
my word.'

'Take some out of the barrel; we shan't want it to-morrow,' said Jim.

Hungry as Warrigal was--and when he began to eat I thought he never
would stop--he went and looked after his horse first, and got him a
couple of buckets of water out of the cask they used to send us out
every week. There was no surface water near the hut. Then he hobbled him
out of a bit of old sheep-yard, and came in.

The more I know of men the more I see what curious lumps of good and
bad they're made up of. People that won't stick at anything in some ways
will be that soft and good-feeling in others--ten times more so than
your regular good people. Any one that thinks all mankind's divided
into good, bad, and middlin', and that they can draft 'em like a lot of
cattle--some to one yard, some to another--don't know much. There's a
mob in most towns though, I think, that wants boilin' down bad. Some
day they'll do it, maybe; they'll have to when all the good country's
stocked up. After Warrigal had his supper he went out again to see his
horse, and then coiled himself up before the fire and wouldn't hardly
say another word.

'How far was it to where Starlight was?'

'Long way. Took me all day to come.'

'Had he been there long?'

'Yes; had a camp there.'

'Anybody else with him?'

'Three more men from this side.'