It’ll raise the price of sheep. That’s one thing I’m thinking. And we have more sheep on this station to-day than there have been in my memory. Aren’t there now?
2nd Shep.
Aye.
(Gordon Hyde comes slowly on from right wing, a fishing rod and bag of fish on his shoulder. He is slight, bronzed, and with a fine noble face. He limps, his leg dragging. 1st Shepherd takes up a tin of salmon and slowly begins to prepare to open it.)
Gordon.
There’s a good haul for supper, lads. (Throws down fish.)
(The Shepherds move a little from the fire respectfully, but don’t touch their hats or get up.)
1st Shep.
Aye, aye, Boss.
(He is just about to insert the tin opener, Gordon suddenly notices him.)