"I speck they're with the mares down by the dam, or p'raps campin' on the box ridge."
"Weel, see that they're no missed the morn. Here you, Jacky," to the black boy; "come along here."
"What's matter, Boss?"
"What for you bin no yard all yarraman?"[#]
[#] Yarraman—native name for horse.
"Bail me see some, Boss."
"You bin getting lazy. I'll hae to gie you a taste o' the stock whip."
"Me no 'fraid you, Boss," replied the black with a grin. "You not like my ole boss, Cap'n White. Him murry quick with whip. Sandy bin tellin' me you only gammon."
"See that you drive in every hoof to-morrow morning, or, Sandy or no Sandy, ye'll get a surprise, my boy."
"I cam across some brumby tracks yesterday aifternoon in the springers' paddock," continued the squatter to Harry, the head stockman. "Meant to hae spoken aboot it afore."