“And I tell you you do,” said the old man fiercely. “Take it and go right off to the first big green bough in the bush.”
“What for?” cried Brookes, with his swollen eyelids opening wide.
“To use it—on yourself; for such a man as you ain’t fit to live.”
Chapter Twenty Eight.
And all in Vain.
“Cooey—cooey!” shouted Nic, as he came cantering up over the soft, fine grass a couple of hours later toward the house; but no one was in sight, and he turned off toward the stables just as Brookes came out of the wool-shed.
“Why, hullo! What’s the matter? Had a fall?”
“Had a fall!” cried the man savagely. “Look here.” But old Sam had been watching for his young master’s return, and he hurried up.