t-class piece
of work--pole, shafts, cushions, whip, lamps, and all complete. If you
only wanted to drive one horse you could take out the pole and put in
the shafts, and there you were. There was a tilt over the front seat;
if you only wanted the buggy to carry two, you could fold down the back
seat, and there you had a handsome, roomy, single buggy. It would go
near fifty pounds.

While I was looking at it, Bill Galletly came in, and slapped me on the
back.

'Now, there's a chance for you, Joe!' he said. 'I saw you rubbing your
head round that buggy the last time you were in. You wouldn't get a
better one in the colonies, and you won't see another like it in the
district again in a hurry--for it doesn't pay to build 'em. Now you're a
full-blown squatter, and it's time you took little Mary for a fly round
in her own buggy now and then, instead of having her stuck out there in
the scrub, or jolting through the dust in a cart like some old Mother
Flourbag.'

He called her 'little Mary' because the Galletly family had known her
when she was a girl.

I rubbed my head and looked at the buggy again. It was a great
temptation.

'Look here, Joe,' said Bill Galletly in a quieter tone. 'I'll tell you
what I'll do. I'll let YOU have the buggy. You can take it out and send
along a bit of a cheque when you feel you can manage it, and the rest
later on,--a year will do, or even two years. You've had a hard pull,
and I'm not likely to be hard up for money in a hurry.'

They were good fellows the Galletlys, but they knew their men. I
happened to know that Bill Galletly wouldn't let the man he built the
buggy for take it out of the shop without cash down, though he was a
big-bug round there. But that didn't make it easier for me.

Just then Robert Galletly came into the shop. He was rather quieter than
his brother, but the two were very much alike.

'Look here, Bob,' said Bill; 'here's a chance for you to get rid of your
harness. Joe Wilson's going to take that buggy off my hands.'

Bob Galletly put his foot up on a saw-stool, took one hand out of his
pockets, rested his elbow on his knee and his chin on the palm of his
hand, and bunched up his big beard with his fingers, as he always did
when he was thinking. Presently he took his foot down, put his hand
back in his pocket, and said to me, 'Well, Joe, I've got a double set of
harness made for the man who ordered that damned buggy, and if you like
I'll let you have it. I su