“Naw.”
“Nor boundary-riding’?”
“Naw.”
“You ain’t likely to want a man to knock round?”
“Naw.”
“I thought not. Things are pretty bad just now.”
“Na—yes—they are.”
“Ah, well; there’s a lot to be said on the squatter’s side as well as the men’s. I suppose I can get a bit of rations?”
“Ye-yes.” (Shortly)—“Wot d’yer want?”
“Well, let’s see; we want a bit of meat and flour—I think that’s all. Got enough tea and sugar to carry us on.”