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The
big
Queensland
blue
brute
that
led
the
dog
pack
took
a
slavish
fancy
to
the
priest
and
followed
him
without
question
,
meaning
Frank
was
very
definitely
the
second-string
man
.
Half
of
Frank
did
n't
mind
;
he
alone
among
Paddy
's
sons
had
not
taken
to
life
on
Drogheda
.
He
had
wanted
nothing
more
than
to
quit
New
Zealand
,
but
not
to
come
to
this
.
He
hated
the
ceaseless
patrolling
of
the
paddocks
,
the
hard
ground
to
sleep
on
most
nights
,
the
savage
dogs
which
could
not
be
treated
as
pets
and
were
shot
if
they
failed
to
do
their
work
.
But
the
ride
into
the
gathering
clouds
had
an
element
of
adventure
to
it
;
even
the
bending
,
cracking
trees
seemed
to
dance
with
an
outlandish
joy
.
Father
Ralph
worked
like
a
man
in
the
grip
of
some
obsession
,
sooling
the
dogs
after
unsuspecting
bands
of
sheep
,
sending
the
silly
woolly
things
leaping
and
bleating
in
fright
until
the
low
shapes
streaking
through
the
grass
got
them
packed
tight
and
running
.
Only
having
the
dogs
enabled
a
small
handful
of
men
to
operate
a
property
the
size
of
Drogheda
;
bred
to
work
sheep
or
cattle
,
they
were
amazingly
intelligent
and
needed
very
little
direction
.
By
nightfall
Father
Ralph
and
the
dogs
,
with
Frank
trying
to
do
his
inadequate
best
behind
them
,
had
cleared
all
the
sheep
out
of
one
paddock
,
normally
several
days
'
work
.
He
unsaddled
his
mare
near
a
clump
of
trees
by
the
gate
to
the
second
paddock
,
talking
optimistically
of
being
able
to
get
the
stock
out
of
it
also
before
the
rain
started
.
The
dogs
were
sprawled
flat
out
in
the
grass
,
tongues
lolling
,
the
big
Queensland
blue
fawning
and
cringing
at
Father
Ralph
's
feet
.
Frank
dug
a
repulsive
collection
of
kangaroo
meat
out
of
his
saddlebag
and
flung
it
to
the
dogs
,
which
fell
on
it
snapping
and
biting
at
each
other
jealously
.
"
Bloody
awful
brutes
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
do
n't
behave
like
dogs
;
they
're
just
jackals
.
"
"
I
think
these
are
probably
a
lot
closer
to
what
God
intended
dogs
should
be
,
"
said
Father
Ralph
mildly
.
"
Alert
,
intelligent
,
aggressive
and
almost
untamed
.
For
myself
,
I
prefer
them
to
the
housepet
species
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
The
cats
,
too
.
Have
n't
you
noticed
them
around
the
sheds
?
As
wild
and
vicious
as
panthers
;
wo
n't
let
a
human
being
near
them
.
But
they
hunt
magnificently
,
and
call
no
man
master
or
provider
.
"
He
unearthed
a
cold
piece
of
mutton
and
a
packet
of
bread
and
butter
from
his
saddlebag
,
carved
a
hunk
from
the
mutton
and
handed
the
rest
to
Frank
.
Putting
the
bread
and
butter
on
a
log
between
them
,
he
sank
his
white
teeth
into
the
meat
with
evident
enjoyment
.
Thirst
was
slaked
from
a
canvas
water
bag
,
then
cigarettes
rolled
.
A
lone
wilga
tree
stood
nearby
;
Father
Ralph
indicated
it
with
his
cigarette
.
"
That
's
the
spot
to
sleep
,
"
he
said
,
unstrapping
his
blanket
and
picking
up
his
saddle
.
