This gentleman and
I have some business together, and there's no bush-ranging in it, you
may take my word.'

We all left then. The men went back to their cattle. Jim rode quietly
along the road to Cunnamulla just like any other traveller. I went down
and saddled up my horse. I'd got everything I wanted in my swag, so I'd
left the other horse at Willaroon.

'Never mind the settlement,' says I to the drover. 'I'll be coming back
to the station after I've finished my business in Queensland, and we can
make up the account then.'

The overseer looked rather doubtful.

'This seems rather mixed,' says he. 'Blest if I understand it. That
woman at the pub seems half off her head to me. I can't think two
quiet-looking chaps like you can be the Marstons. You've been a
thundering good road hand anyhow, and I wish you luck.'

He shook hands with me. I rode off and kept going along the road till I
overtook Jim.

When I'd gone a mile or two there was Jim riding steadily along the
road, looking very dull and down-like, just the way he used to do when
he was studying how to get round a job of work as he wasn't used to. He
brightens up a bit when he sees me, and we both jumped off, and had a
good shake-hands and a yarn. I told him about mother and Aileen, and how
I'd left dad all by himself. He said Jeanie and the boy were all right,
but of course he'd never heard of 'em since, and couldn't help feeling
dubersome about meeting her again, particular now this blessed woman had
dropped across us, and wouldn't keep her mouth shut.

'As sure as we've had anything to do with her, bad luck's followed up,'
says Jim; 'I'd rather have faced a trooper than seen her face again.'

'She can't do much now,' says I. 'We're across the border. I wonder
where Starlight is--whether he's in the township or not? As soon as we
meet him we can make straight for the ship.'

'He's there now,' says Jim. 'He was at Kate's last night.'

'How do you know that?'

'I heard her mutter something about it just when she went into that fit,
or whatever it was. Devilment, I think. I never saw such a woman; and to
think she's my Jeanie's sister!'

'Never mind that, Jim. These things can't be helped. But what did she
say?'

'Something like this: "He thought I didn't know him, passing himself off
as a gentleman. Warrigal, too. Kate Morrison's eyes are too sharp for
that, as he'll find out."'

'Think she'll give us away again, Jim?'

'God only knows. She mig