"He'll be along in a few days," he explained, confident that he was "in
luck this time all right," and remembering Tam among the horses at the
Katherine, we congratulated him.
As a matter of course, our conversation was all of brumbies, and Mac was
also convinced that "when you reckoned everything up there was a good
thing in it."
"Of course it'll take a bit of jumping round," he agreed. But the Wet was
to be devoted to the building of a strong holding-yard, a "trap," and a
"wing," so as to be able to get going directly the Wet lifted; and
knowing the run well, and the extent of the brumby mobs on it, Mac then
and there set to work to calculate the "sized mob" that could be "got
together after the Wet," listening with interest to the account of our
brumby encounters out east.
But long before we had done with brumbies Cheon was announcing dinner in
his own peculiar way.
"Din-ner! Mis-sus! Boss! All about!" he chanted, standing in the open
doorway nearest to us; and as we responded to his call, he held the door
of the dining-net and glided into the details of his menu: "Veg-e-table
Soooup!" he sang: "Ro-oast Bee-ef! Pee-es! Bee-ens! Too-mar-toos!
Mar-row!" and listening, we felt Brown of the Bulls was being right
royally welcomed with as many vegetables as were good for him.
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