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"
Now
you
have
done
it
,
"
said
Billy
calmly
.
"
Do
n't
struggle
.
You
're
hung
up
till
daylight
.
What
on
earth
's
the
matter
?
"
The
bullocks
went
off
into
the
long
hissing
snorts
that
Indian
cattle
give
,
and
pushed
and
crowded
and
slued
and
stamped
and
slipped
and
nearly
fell
down
in
the
mud
,
grunting
savagely
.
"
You
'll
break
your
necks
in
a
minute
,
"
said
the
troop-horse
.
"
What
's
the
matter
with
white
men
?
I
live
with
'em
.
"
"
They
--
eat
--
us
!
Pull
!
"
said
the
near
bullock
.
The
yoke
snapped
with
a
twang
,
and
they
lumbered
off
together
.
I
never
knew
before
what
made
Indian
cattle
so
scared
of
Englishmen
.
We
eat
beef
--
a
thing
that
no
cattle-driver
touches
--
and
of
course
the
cattle
do
not
like
it
.
"
May
I
be
flogged
with
my
own
pad-chains
!
Who
'd
have
thought
of
two
big
lumps
like
those
losing
their
heads
?
"
said
Billy
.
"
Never
mind
.
I
'm
going
to
look
at
this
man
.
Most
of
the
white
men
,
I
know
,
have
things
in
their
pockets
,
"
said
the
troop-horse
.
"
I
'll
leave
you
,
then
.
I
ca
n't
say
I
'm
over-fond
of
'em
myself
.
Besides
,
white
men
who
have
n't
a
place
to
sleep
in
are
more
than
likely
to
be
thieves
,
and
I
've
a
good
deal
of
Government
property
on
my
back
.
Come
along
,
young
un
,
and
we
'll
go
back
to
our
lines
.
Good-night
,
Australia
!
See
you
on
parade
tomorrow
,
I
suppose
.
Good-night
,
old
Hay-bale
!
--
try
to
control
your
feelings
,
wo
n't
you
?
Good-night
,
Two
Tails
!
If
you
pass
us
on
the
ground
tomorrow
,
do
n't
trumpet
.
It
spoils
our
formation
.
"
Billy
the
Mule
stumped
off
with
the
swaggering
limp
of
an
old
campaigner
,
as
the
troop-horse
's
head
came
nuzzling
into
my
breast
,
and
I
gave
him
biscuits
,
while
Vixen
,
who
is
a
most
conceited
little
dog
,
told
him
fibs
about
the
scores
of
horses
that
she
and
I
kept
.
"
I
'm
coming
to
the
parade
tomorrow
in
my
dog-cart
,
"
she
said
.
"
Where
will
you
be
?
"
