whether he's got a mouth on him or not! Polite sort o' (person) you are!
Gerrout! you bin dragged up on the cheap!"

"Come! A'll bate ye fifty poun' A'm betther rairt nor you! Houl' an'!--
A'll bate ye a hundher'--two hundher', if ye lek, an' stake the money down
this minit"----

"Stiddy, now! draw it mild, you fellers there!" thundered Cooper from behind.
"Must n't have no quarrellin' while I'm knockin' round."

"Ye'll be late gittin' to the ram-paddock, Tamson," remarked M'Nab,
treating Cooper with the silent contempt usually lavished upon men
of his physique. "Axpect thon's where ye're makin' fur?"

"I say--you better camp with us to-night," suggested Thompson,
evading the implied inquiry.

Without replying, the contractor put his horse into a canter, and,
accompanied by his esquire, went on his way, pausing only to speak to Mosey
for a few minutes as he passed the foremost team.

"Curious sample o' (folks) you drop across on the track sometimes,"
remarked Rufus, who remained with us.

"No end to the variety," I replied. Then lowering my voice
and glancing furtively round, I asked experimentally,
"Haven't I seen you before, somewhere?"

"Queensland, most likely," he conjectured, whilst finding something
of interest on the horizon, at the side farthest from me.