"And you don't think much of Boscobel?"

Karl Bender shook his head.

"He was always well treated here," said Harry, "and has had plenty of
work, and earned large wages. The man will be a fool to quarrel with
me."

Karl again shook his head. With Karl Bender, Harry was quite sure of
his man, but not on that account need he be quite sure of the
correctness of the man's opinion.

Thence he went on till he met his other lieutenant, O'Dowd, and so,
having completed his work, he made his way home, reaching the station
at sunrise.

"Did Bates tell you he'd met me?" he asked his wife.

"Yes, Harry; kiss me, Harry. I was so glad you sent a word. Promise
me, Harry, not to think that I don't agree with you in every thing."




CHAPTER VI.

THE BROWNBIES OF BOOLABONG.


Old Brownbie, as he was usually called, was a squatter also, but a