“But the river?”
“There is a creek, but this time of the year it is mostly water-holes.”
“But it’s a beautiful place to live in?”
“Is it?” said the man coldly.
“Oh, I say, you want your breakfast!” said Nic laughingly.
“No; I am not hungry.”
“Then what’s the matter with you, Leather?”
“Nothing.”
“Ah, well, I must go and have my dip.”
The man gave him a sour look, and Nic ran on, passing the horses grazing together, which were ready to look up and whinny a welcome.