'What do you think it was all about?'
'Can't say. Long grudge, evidently.'
'The clean-shaven man was a lag,' said Mike. 'Convict,' he added, seeing a question in Jim's eye. 'Maybe your friend lagged him.'
'Don't know him from a crow,' replied the teamster addressed. 'We're taking some traps and ware up to the Creek for him on our load, and he travelled along.'
'I think you're mistaken about that man being a convict, Burton,' said
Done to Mike later, breaking a long silence.
'Sure I'm not. Saw the cuff-marks on his wrists as he was battling with
Stony. Why?'
'He's the man who was in the trap with Macdougal of Boobyalla the other day in Swanston Street.'
'The swell in the choker and double-decker?'
'Yes. For some reason his face impressed me. I couldn't mistake it.'
'Didn't notice it; but if he's own brother to Governor Latrobe himself,
I'll take my affie he's a lag.'