"Got a station anywheres about here, sir?"
"No, I'm Hamlyn of the Durnongs, away by Maneroo."
"Oh! ay; I know you, sir; which way have you come this morning?"
"Southward; I crossed the Belloury about seven o'clock."
"That, indeed! You haven't seen anything of three bullock drays and a mob of cattle going south?"
"Yes! I camped with such a lot last night!"
"Not Major Buckley's lot?"
"The same."
"And how far were they on?"
"They crossed the range at daylight this morning;—they're thirty miles away by now."