He must pull himself together.
"That was your mob on the road this afternoon, I reckon?" the woman asked, looking up of a sudden.
"Yes, we came from the Ten Mile."
"A handy lot," Gregory said, wagging his head, and spitting with a pretty skill through the doorway.
"Do you reckon to be long on the road with them?" the woman asked once more.
"I'm travelling to Morning Springs. We ought to be back inside the week."
The washing had come to an end. The girl collected the clean crockery and grew busy at a shelf. The woman threw the water outside the door, and dried her hands on a rag. "You come for a look at the boss's show?" she said as she finished.
"Yes, I heard one or two speaking of it, and thought I might come along."
"Do you do anything in the copper way?"
"I've an interest in a show or two. I don't go much on it."