"They went to Chinchilla after him."
"Oh, well, I expect we shall catch up with them to-morrow. Come along, May, let's get our tent rigged up."
While they were fixing their tent, a hawker's van, drawn by four horses, drove up. Beside the driver sat a man and a boy. Pulling up alongside the creek, the driver walked towards Joe Brown.
"Are you Joe Brown?" he called out in a loud voice.
"Yes, that's me. What's up?"
"Well, I met a young chap going to Chinchilla this morning, and he told me to try and straighten the axle of his buggy, and take it back to Dalby."
"I've got no objection," said Joe, looking significantly at the other man in the cart.
"Then come and give us a hand to get my team out, and we'll set to work at once," said the hawker, whose name was Abraham Abrahams.
The girls having rigged their tent and seen to the horses, strolled down to the hawker's trap, and volunteered their assistance.
"Quite welcome, chaps," said Abrahams.