"He said that to the horse as it boomeranged off again and broke awaythrough the scrub. I waited; but he didn't come back, and I reckonedhe'd got so far away before he could pull up that he didn't think itworth while comin' back; so I went on. By-and-bye I got thinkin'. Davewas as dry as a bone, and I knowed that he hadn't had time to get toshelter, for there wasn't a shed within twelve miles. He wasn't onlydry, but his coat was creased and dusty too--same as if he'd beensleepin' in a holler log; and when I come to think of it, his faceseemed thinner and whiter than it used ter, and so did his hands andwrists, which always stuck a long way out of his coat-sleeves; and therewas blood on his face--but I thought he'd got scratched with a twig.(Dave used to wear a coat three or four sizes too small for him, withsleeves that didn't come much below his elbows and a tail that scarcelyreached his waist behind.) And his hair seemed dark and lank, insteadof bein' sandy and stickin' out like an old fibre brush, as it usedter. And then I thought his voice sounded different, too. And, whenI enquired next day, there was no one heard of Dave, and the chapsreckoned I must have been drunk, or seen his ghost.。， "What did you say to my sister Mary about Lizzie Porter?"
"She left me," he said, standing up and stretching himself. Then, with avicious jerk of his arm, "She left me for--another kind of a fellow!"。， A drunken gambler's young wife used to sing that song--to herself.
。， Now the "lay of the country" sloped generally to the line from bothsides, and the angle between the inspector's horse, the fencing party,and the culvert was well within a clear concave space; but a coupleof hundred yards back from the line and parallel to it (on the side onwhich Dave's party worked their timber) a fringe of scrub ran to withina few yards of a point which would be about in line with a single treeon the cleared slope, the horse, and the fencing party.
。， "I ran with a bucket of water and an old frying-pan, and pretty soonthe rest of the family were on the spot, throwing dust and water,and banging everything, tin or iron, they could get hold of. The onlybullock bell in the district (if it was in the district) was on the oldpoley cow, and she'd been lost for a fortnight. Mother brought up therear--but soon worked to the front--with a baking-dish and a big spoon.The old lady--she wasn't old then--had a deep-rooted prejudice that shecould do everything better than anybody else, and that the selectionand all on it would go to the dogs if she wasn't there to look after it.There was no jolting that idea out of her. She not only believed thatshe could do anything better than anybody, and hers was the only rightor possible way, and that we'd do everything upside down if she wasn'tthere to do it or show us how--but she'd try to do things herself orinsist on making us do them her way, and that led to messes and rows.She was excited now, and took command at once. She wasn't tongue-tied,and had no impediment in her speech.