I did wait. One hour passed, then another, and a third; and still my companions did not come back.
“I am a fool for remaining here,” reflected I. “The squatters station cannot be more than five miles distant; and they have probably gone there? The herd of horses undoubtedly belongs to it; and my companions have followed them home?”
Influenced by these conjectures, I once more rose to my feet; and continued the journey, that had been so unexpectedly interrupted.
Volume Two—Chapter Twenty Five.
Jessie.
The path led me along the bank of a river. It was the Yarra-Yarra.
As I moved onward, I began to perceive, that I had not been such a fool, after all, in having waited awhile for my companions. My long quiet reverie, in the shade of the tree, had refreshed me. I had escaped the hot sunshine; and I should now be able to reach my destination, during the cool hours of evening.
I did not wish to arrive at the station before Cannon: as I should require him to introduce me.