to "shove" his hand into his trousers, "pull" out a "bob" and "chuck" it
into the (blanky) hat for a pool. Those words express the thing better
than any others we can think of. Finally, he said he must be off;
and, there being no opposition to his departure, he chucked his saddle
on to his horse, chucked himself into the saddle, said "s'long,"
and slithered off. And no one missed him.

Danny had been there a fortnight, and consequently his personal appearance
was not now worth describing -- it was better left alone,
for the honour of the bush. His hobby was that he was
the "stranger's friend", as he put it. He'd welcome "the stranger"
and chum with him, and shout for him to an unlimited extent,
and sympathise with him, hear of jobs or a "show" for him,
assure him twenty times a day that he was his friend,
give him hints and advice more or less worthless, make him drunk if possible,
and keep him so while the cheque lasted; in short, Danny would do
almost anything for the stranger except lend him a shilling,
or give him some rations to carry him on. He'd promise that many times a day,
but he'd sooner spend five pounds on drink for a man than give him a farthing.

Danny's cheque was nearly gone, and it was time he was gone too; in fact,
he had received, and was still receiving, various hints to that effect,
some of them decidedly pointed, especially the more recent ones.
But Danny was of late becoming foolishly obstinate in his sprees,
and less disposed to "git" when a landlord had done with him.
He saw the hints plainly enough, but had evidently made up his mind
to be doggedly irresponsive. It is a mistake to think that drink
always dulls a man's feelings. Some natures are all the more keenly sensitive
when alcoholically poisoned.