"Got a station anywheres about here, sir?" "No, I'm Hamlyn of the Durnongs, away by Maneroo." "Oh! ay; I know you, sir; which way have you come this morning?" "Southward; I crossed the Belloury about seven o'clock." "That, indeed! You haven't seen anything of three bullock drays and a mob of cattle going south?" "Yes! I camped with such a lot last night!" "Not Major Buckley's lot?" "The same." "And how far were they on?" "They crossed the range at daylight this morning;--they're thirty miles away by now." He threw his hat on the ground with an oath: "I shall never catch them up. I daren't cross that range on foot into the new country, and those black devils lurking round. He shouldn't have left me like that;--all my own fault, though, for staying behind! No, no, he's true enough--all my own fault. But I wouldn't have left him so, neither; but, perhaps, he don't think I'm so far behind." I saw that the man was in earnest, for his eyes were swimming;--he was too dry for tears; but though he looked a desperate scamp, I couldn't help pitying him and saying,-- "You seem vexed you couldn't catch them up; were you going along with the Major, then?" "No, sir; I wasn't hired with him; but an old mate of mine, Bill Lee, is gone along with him to show him some country, and I was going to stick to him and see if the Major would take me; we haven't been parted for many years, not Bill and I haven't; and the worst of it is, that he'll think I've slipped away from him, instead of following him fifty mile on foot to catch him. Well! it can't be helped now; I must look round and get a job somewhere till I get a chance to join him. Were you travelling with them, sir?" "No, I'm after some cattle I've lost; a fine imported bull, too,--worse luck! We'll never see him again, I'm afraid, and if I do find them how I am to get them home single handed, I don't know." "Do you mean, a short-horned Durham bull with a key brand? Why, if that's him, I can lay you on to him at once; he's up at Jamieson's, here to the west. I was staying at Watson's last night, and one of Jamieson's men staid in the hut--a young hand; and, talking about beasts, he said that there was a fine short-horned bull come on to their run with a mob of heifers and cows, and they couldn't make out who they belonged to; they were all different brands." "That's our lot for a thousand," says I; "a lot of store cattle we bought this year from the Hunter, and haven't branded yet,--more shame to us." "If you could get a horse and saddle from Jamieson's, sir," said he, "I could give you a hand home with them: I'd like to get a job somehow, and I'm well used to cattle." "Done with you," said I; "Jamieson's isn't ten miles from here, and we can do that to-night if we look sharp. Come along, my lad."