"That's Bill, scout and huntsman, and a millionaire, as things are reckoned here. Come and see his ivory."
"You're a very rash and headstrong boy. The idea of going miles and miles after a set of thieves! I wonder you're alive. A pretty settler, indeed!"
"Well, cousin, I dare say I shall settle down now, with father to keep me in order. You see, we couldn't have felt secure if----"
"Don't tell me! You're just a madcap; if you were my son I should be in constant terror lest you were brought home one day a mangled corpse."
"Look, mother," said Helen, "isn't it a pretty sight?"
The lambs were coming home, a great flock, covering the hollow between two gentle slopes. Their bleatings, heard faintly at first, became a deafening noise as they neared the farm. The observers noticed how they quickened their pace as they approached. Within the pen the ewes moved restlessly about, bleating calls to their young. When the lambs entered through the gate, they leapt forward frisking with delight, darted into the open pen, and sprang this way and that, each seeking its own dam.
"Charming!" said Mrs. Burtenshaw. "What a pity sheep are so silly! Now take us to your dairy."
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Said Mohammed's cookery won general applause.
"I envy you, Halliday," said Mr. Gillespie. "He's worth his fifty rupees a month, isn't he?"