Mac called it "style," and the Maluka was hoping that the
Creek was properly impressed, when Flash, unexpectedly heading off for
his late home, an exciting scrimmage ensued and the procession was broken
into fragments.
The Creek flew to the rescue, and, when order was finally restored, the
woman who had defied the Sanguine Scot and his telegrams, entered the
forest that fringes the Never-Never, sitting meekly upon a led horse.
CHAPTER III
Bush chivalry demanding that a woman's discomfiture should be ignored,
Mac kept his eyes on the horizon for the first quarter of a mile, and
talked volubly of the prospects of the Wet and the resources of the
Territory; but when Flash was released, and after a short tussle settled
down into a free, swinging amble, he offered congratulations in his own
whimsical way.
"He's like the rest of us," he said, with a sly, sidelong look at the
Maluka, "perfectly reconciled to his fate."
Although it was only sixty-five miles to the Katherine it took us exactly
three days to travel the distance. Mac called it a "tip-top record for
the Wet," and the Maluka agreed with him; for in the Territory it is not
the number of miles that counts, but what is met with in those miles.
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