d. "Was Binjie there?"

"No; and he isn't coming either; he has work to do. I learnt that much.
But who is Poss? and who is Binjie? I'm greatly taken with Poss."

"He's a nice-looking young fellow, isn't he? His father has a small
station away among the hills, and Poss and Binjie help him on it. Those
are only nick-names, of course. Poss's name is Arthur, and Binjie's is
George, I think. They're nice young fellows, but very bushified; they
have lived here all their lives. Their father--well, he isn't very
steady; and they like to get over here when they can, and each tries to
come without the other knowing it. Binjie will be here before long, I
expect. They're great admirers of Miss Harriott, both of them, and they
come over on all sorts of ridiculous pretexts. Poor fellows, it must
be very dull for them over there. Fancy, week after week without seeing
anyone but their father, the station-hands, and the sheep! Now that
you're here, I expect they'll come more than ever."

As she spoke, the tramp of a horse's hoofs was heard in the yard and,
looking out, Miss Grant saw a duplicate of Poss dismounting from a
duplicate of Poss's horse. And Mrs. Gordon, looking over her shoulder,
said, "Here's Binjie. I thought he'd be here before long."

"Why do they call him Binjie?" asked Miss Grant, watching the new
arrival tying up his horse. "What does it mean?"

"It's a blackfellow's word, meaning stomach," said the old lady. "He
used to be very fat, and the name stuck to him. Good day, Binjie!"

"Good day, Mrs. Gordon. Hugh at home?"

"No, he won't be back till dark," said the old lady. "Won't you let your
horse go?"

"Well, I don't know if I can," replied the new arrival thoughtfully.
"I've left Poss at home clearing the sheep out of that big paddock at
the Crossing. There's five thousand sheep, and no water there; I'll have
to go back and help him. I only came over to tell Hugh there were some
of his weaners in the river paddock. I must go straight back, or Poss'll
make a row. We've a lot of work to do."

"I think Poss is here," said Mrs. Gordon.

"Poss is here, is he? Well, if that don't beat everything! And when we
started to muster that paddock I went to the top, and he went the other
way, and he reckoned to be at it all day. He's a nice fellow, he is! I
wonder what the old man'll say?"

"Oh, I expect he won't mind very much. This is Mr. George Hunter, Miss
Grant."

Binjie extended much the same greeting as Poss h