"You don't even represent business here; no woman ever does."
Then the boat grounded, and Mine Host sprang ashore--another burly
six-foot bushman--and greeted us with a flashing smile and a laughing
"There's not much of her left." And then, stepping with quiet unconcern
into over two feet of water, pushed the boat against a jutting ledge for
my convenience. "Wet feet don't count," he laughed with another of his
flashing smiles, when remonstrated with, and Mac chuckled in an aside,
"Didn't I tell you a woman doesn't represent business here?"
CHAPTER IV
The swim being beyond the horses, they were left hobbled out on the north
banks, to wait for the river to fall, and after another swift race down
and across stream, Mine Host landed every one safely on the south side of
the flood, and soon we were clambering up the steep track that led from
the river to the "Pub."
Coming up from the river, the Katherine Settlement appeared to consist
solely of the "Pub" and its accompanying store; but beyond the "Pub,"
which, by the way, seemed to be hanging on to its own verandah posts for
support, we found an elongated, three-roomed building, nestling under
deep verandahs, and half-hidden beneath a grove of lofty scarlet
flowering ponchianas.
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