"
"I'll be back in a week, missus," he said next morning, as he gathered
his reins together before mounting, "and then we shan't be long. Three
days in and three out, you know, bar accidents, and a day's spell at the
Katherine," he explained glibly. But the "chaps at the Katherine" proved
too entertaining for Johnny, and a fortnight passed before we saw him
again.
CHAPTER VII
The Quiet Stockman was a Scotchman, and, like many Scotchmen, a strange
contradiction of shy reserve and quiet, dignified self-assurance. Having
made up his mind on women in general, he saw no reason for changing it;
and as he went about his work, thoroughly and systematically avoided me.
There was no slinking round corners though; Jack couldn't slink. He had
always looked the whole world in the face with his honest blue eyes, and
could never do otherwise. He only took care that our paths did not cross
more often than was absolutely necessary; but when they did, his Scotch
dignity asserted itself, and he said what had to be said with quiet
self-possession, although he invariably moved away as soon as possible.
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