"A couple of hundred or so."
"It's as good as done. Of course, I must consult Bill. He's the prime mover, the originator of the scheme."
"You'll stay the night?" Garry asked.
"I've no time to spare. I must return as soon as possible, so if you'll let me have a fresh horse I'll ride on to Mintaro at once."
"You can have the best I've got. It'll be nothing very grand, but I'll find one that will take you there."
He went out, leaving him in the bar.
Glen as he looked round vividly recalled the day he rode in from the hut to see Bill on behalf of the woman. He wondered what she was doing. Was Jim Benny with her? He did not like the idea of Jim seeing too much of her. Yet it was foolish of him. Why should he not see her as often as he wished? She was supposed to be his sister.
Garry returned and said the horse would be round in a few minutes.
"Don't ruffle Bellshaw," he counselled. "He's not been in the best of tempers since he came home from Sydney."
"Bill had a talk with him in Pitt Street, and I saw him. Where do you think he was going?"