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"
Jimmy
's
driving
him
out
;
got
to
see
about
those
old
wethers
in
Tankstand
.
"
"
Well
,
let
's
hope
he
stays
awhile
.
If
he
's
not
married
he
'll
be
off
again
in
a
few
weeks
,
I
suppose
.
Wretched
people
,
stockmen
,
"
said
Fee
.
Jims
and
Patsy
were
boarding
at
Riverview
,
vowing
they
would
n't
stay
at
school
a
minute
longer
than
the
fourteen
years
of
age
which
was
legal
.
They
burned
for
the
day
when
they
would
be
out
in
the
paddocks
with
Bob
,
Jack
and
Hughie
,
when
Drogheda
could
run
on
family
again
and
the
outsiders
would
be
welcome
to
come
and
go
as
frequently
as
they
pleased
.
Sharing
the
family
passion
for
reading
did
n't
endear
Riverview
to
them
at
all
;
a
book
could
be
carried
in
a
saddlebag
or
a
jacket
pocket
and
read
with
far
more
pleasure
in
the
noonday
shade
of
a
wilga
than
in
a
Jesuit
classroom
.
It
had
been
a
hard
transition
for
them
,
boarding
school
.
The
bigwindowed
classrooms
,
the
spacious
green
playing
fields
,
the
wealth
of
gardens
and
facilities
meant
nothing
to
them
,
nor
did
Sydney
with
its
museums
,
concert
halls
and
art
galleries
.
They
chummed
up
with
the
sons
of
other
graziers
and
spent
their
leisure
hours
longing
for
home
,
or
boasting
about
the
size
and
splendor
of
Drogheda
to
awed
but
believing
ears
;
anyone
west
of
Burren
Junction
had
heard
of
mighty
Drogheda
.
Several
weeks
passed
before
Meggie
saw
the
new
stockman
.
His
name
had
been
duly
entered
in
the
books
,
Luke
O'Neill
,
and
he
was
already
talked
about
in
the
big
house
far
more
than
stockmen
usually
were
.
For
one
thing
,
he
had
refused
to
bunk
in
the
jackaroos
'
barracks
but
had
taken
up
residence
in
the
last
empty
house
upon
the
creek
.
For
another
,
he
had
introduced
himself
to
Mrs.
Smith
,
and
was
in
that
lady
's
good
books
,
though
she
did
n't
usually
care
for
stockmen
.
Meggie
was
quite
curious
about
him
long
before
she
met
him
.
Since
she
kept
the
chestnut
mare
and
the
black
gelding
in
the
stables
rather
than
the
stockyards
and
was
mostly
obliged
to
start
out
later
of
a
morning
than
the
men
,
she
would
often
go
long
periods
of
time
without
running
into
any
of
the
hired
people
.
But
she
finally
met
Luke
O'Neill
late
one
afternoon
as
the
summer
sun
was
flaring
redly
over
the
trees
and
the
long
shadows
crept
toward
the
gentle
oblivion
of
night
.
She
was
coming
back
from
Borehead
to
the
ford
across
the
creek
,
he
was
coming
in
from
southeast
and
farther
out
,
also
on
a
course
for
the
ford
.
The
sun
was
in
his
eyes
,
so
she
saw
him
before
he
saw
her
,
and
he
was
riding
a
big
mean
bay
with
a
black
mane
and
tail
and
black
points
;
she
knew
the
animal
well
because
it
was
her
job
to
rotate
the
work
horses
,
and
she
had
wondered
why
this
particular
beast
was
not
so
much
in
evidence
these
days
.
None
of
the
men
cared
for
it
,
never
rode
it
if
they
could
help
.
Apparently
the
new
stockman
did
n't
mind
it
at
all
,
which
certainly
indicated
he
could
ride
,
for
it
was
a
notorious
early-morning
bucker
and
had
a
habit
of
snapping
at
its
rider
's
head
the
moment
he
dismounted
.
It
was
hard
to
tell
a
man
's
height
when
he
was
on
horseback
,
for
Australian
stockmen
used
small
English
saddles
minus
the
high
cantle
and
horn
of
the
American
saddle
,
and
rode
with
their
knees
bent
,
sitting
very
upright
.
The
new
man
seemed
tall
,
but
sometimes
height
was
all
in
the
trunk
,
the
legs
disproportionately
short
,
so
Meggie
reserved
judgment
.
However
,
unlike
most
stockmen
he
preferred
a
white
shirt
and
white
moleskins
to
grey
flannel
and
grey
twill
;
somewhat
of
a
dandy
,
she
decided
,
amused
.
Good
luck
to
him
,
if
he
did
n't
mind
the
bother
of
so
much
washing
and
ironing
.
"
G'day
,
Missus
!
"
he
called
as
they
converged
,
doffing
his
battered
old
grey
felt
hat
and
replacing
it
rakishly
on
the
back
of
his
head
.
