goat raid, but the boyish sense of justice does not stoop to find
distinctions.

Jacker Mack had another string to his bow. 'They say Harry Hardy's comin'
home this week,' he said.

'No!' cried Dick, much moved. 'Who says?'

'Gable says.'

'Pooh! Gable's a kid.'

'No matter, it's true. Mrs. Hardy had a letter, 'n Harry's coming down
with cattle.'

'Gosh! he'll make it hot for Tinribs, I bet.'

Waddy had been waiting for Harry Hardy to come home, confident that he
would do something of an exciting character to the disadvantage of those
persons who had been instrumental in sending his brother Frank to gaol.
Harry was much the younger of the two brothers; for some years he had
been away droving, and the news of his brother's misfortune was bringing
him home from a Queensland station. The township thought, too, there
would be a score to wipe out on his mother's account, and the return was
looked for as an important public event.

Dick pondered over the situation for a moment. It would never do to miss
any entertainment that might result from Harry's return, and yet there
was Joel Ham still to be reckoned with.