“You mean, I won’t set a seed to-day and dig it up to-morrow to see why it hasn’t come up.”
“That’s what you always say,” said Dyke grumpily.
“Yes, because we came out here with so many hundred pounds, Dicky, to try an experiment—to make an ostrich-farm.”
“And we’ve failed.”
“Oh dear, no, my lad. We’ve spent all our money—invested it here in a wagon and oxen and house.”
“House! Ha, ha, ha! What a house!”
“Not handsome, certainly, Dicky.”
“Dicky! There you go again.”
“Yes, there I go again. And in our enclosures and pens, and horses and guns and ammunition, and in paying our men. So we can’t afford to give up if we wanted to.”
“But see what a desolate place it is!”