We're
busy over at our place, I tell you. The water is all gone in the
nine-mile paddick. Binj an me and Andy Kelly had to muster all the
sheep and shift 'em across to the home paddick. Binj is musterin'
away there now. I just rode over to see Hugh about some of your
sheep that's in the river paddick."
"Won't Binjie be over, then?" persisted Emily.
"No, of course he won't. Don't I tell you he's got three days' work
musterin' there? I must be off at daylight to-morrow, home again,
or the old man'll know the reason why."
By this time they had reached the homestead, and Poss went off
with the children to the stables. Here he secured the "knockabout"
horse, always kept saddled and bridled about the station for
generally-useful work, and set off at a swinging canter up the
paddock after his own steed. Miss Grant went in and found Mrs.
Gordon at her jam-making.
"Well, and have you found anything to amuse you?" asked the old
lady in her soft, even voice.
"Oh, I've had quite a lot of experiences; and I went for a walk
and met Poss. Who is Poss?"
The old lady laughed as she gave the jam a stir. "He's a young
Hunter," she said. "Was Binjie there?"
"No; and he isn't coming either; he has work to do. I learnt that
much. But who is Poss? and who is Binjie? I'm greatly taken with
Poss.
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