“What for?”
“That’s where the master said I was to make for, and if I don’t keep my eye on it, how am I to get there.”
He nodded his head toward a tree which stood up alone miles and miles away, but perfectly distinct in the clear air, and for a few minutes nothing more was said, for there were flies, birds, and flowers on every hand to take the attention of the boys.
“How do you like Australia, Sam?” said Norman, at last.
“Not at all,” grumbled the man.
“Well, you are hard to please. Why, the place is lovely.”
“Tchah! I don’t see nothing lovely about it. I want to know why the master couldn’t take a farm in England instead of coming here. What are we going to do for neighbours when we get there?”
“Be our own neighbours, Sam,” said Rifle.
“Tchah! You can’t.”
“But see how beautiful the place is,” said Tim, enthusiastically.