But before Jack could "get properly going" with the brumbies, two
travellers rode into the homestead, supporting between them a third
rider, a man picked up off the track delirious with fever, and foodless;
and at the sight of his ghastly face our hearts stood still with fear.
But the man was one of the Scots another Mac of the race that loves a
good fight, and his plucky heart stood by him so well that within
twenty-four hours he was Iying contentedly in the shade of the Quarters,
looking on, while the homestead shared the Fizzer's welcome with Mac and
Tam and a traveller or two.
Out of the south came the Fizzer, lopping once more in his saddle, with
the year's dry stages behind him, and the set lines all gone from his
shoulders, shouting as he came: "Hullo! What ho! Here's a crowd of us!"
but on his return trip the Fizzer was a man of leisure, and we had to
wait for news until his camp was fixed up.
"Now for it!" he shouted, at last joining the company, and Mac felt the
time was ripe for his jocular greeting and, ogling the Fizzer, noticed
that "The flats get greener every year about the Elsey.
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