The Baker looked up the banks.
"Don't see much bally h'alteration," he answered.
"You have as much observation as a policeman," said Smith. "The timber is scantier and not so dense, and the banks are not so high. If I'm not off it, we are going into a brown burnt desert, with no trees at all."
"The Lord forbid," said the Baker piously. "But there's water any'ow. That suits me. I don't mind 'unger."
"No, not when ye're full of 'possum," said Smith.
"Who stood it best on the billabong?" asked the Baker.
"Why, you did, old man," said Smith.
"Then that's hall right," cried the Baker cheerfully; "and don't get snake-headed if I says so. If we gets very hard up for grub, we can eat Mrs. Mandeville. Eh, Kitty?"
And Kitty grinned, and snuggled up close to her man.
"You can, Baker," she said, "but not Smith."