“You’ve had a long day,” said his father.
“Have I?” Jim asked. “Oh, I suppose I have! Nothing to growl at, at any rate.” He straightened his broad shoulders as they walked across to the house. “Billabong days never do seem long, somehow. I wonder if——” Whatever the conjecture was, it went no further. His hand fell on Norah’s shoulder as they went in together.
“ ‘He’s coming!’ Norah gasped. ‘Pull, boys!’ ”
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CHAPTER V.
GOOD-BYE.
PORT Melbourne pier was a scene of hurry and bustle.