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`Not by a long chalk,' I said, for my blood was up, and I felt as if I could talk back to father and give him as good as he sent, and all for Jim's sake.Poor Jim! He'd always go to the mischief for the sake of a good horse, and many another `Currency' chap has gone the same way.It's a pity for some of 'em that a blood horse was ever foaled.
`You think you can't be tracked,' says I, `but you must bear in mind you haven't got to do with the old-fashioned mounted police as was potterin' about when this "bot" was first hit on.
There's chaps in the police getting now, natives or all the same, as can ride and track every bit as well as the half-caste you're talking about.Some day they'll drop on the track of a mob coming in or getting out, and then the game will be all up.'
`You can cut it if you like now,' said father, looking at me curious like.
`Don't say I dragged you in.You and your brother can go home, and no one will ever know where you were; no more than if you'd gone to the moon.'
Jim looked at the brown colt that just came trotting up as dad finished speaking -- trotting up with his head high and his tail stuck out like a circus horse.If he'd been the devil in a horsehide he couldn't have chosen a better moment.Then his eyes began to glitter.
We all three looked at each other.No one spoke.The colt stopped, turned, and galloped back to his mates like a red flyer with the dogs close behind him.
It was not long.We all began to speak at once.But in that time the die was cast, the stakes were down, and in the pool were three men's lives.
`I don't care whether we go back or not,' says Jim; `I'll do either way that Dick likes.But that colt I must have.'
`I never intended to go back,' I said.`But we're three d----d fools all the same -- father and sons.It'll be the dearest horse you ever bought, Jim, old man, and so I tell you.'
`Well, I suppose it's settled now,' says father; `so let's have no more chat.
We're like a pack of old women, blessed if we ain't.'
After that we got on more sociably.Father took us all over the place, and a splendid paddock it was -- walled all round but where we had come in, and a narrow gash in the far side that not one man in a thousand could ever hit on, except he was put up to it; a wild country for miles when you did get out -- all scrub and rock, that few people ever had call to ride over.There was splendid grass everywhere, water, and shelter.
It was warmer, too, than the country above, as you could see by the coats of the cattle and horses.
`If it had only been honestly come by,' Jim said, `what a jolly place it would have been!'
Towards the north end of the paddock was a narrow gully with great sandstone walls all round, and where it narrowed the first discoverers had built a stockyard, partly with dry stone walls and partly with logs and rails.
There was no trouble in getting the cattle or horses into this, and there were all kinds of narrow yards and pens for branding the stock if they were clearskins, and altering or `faking' the brands if they were plain.This led into another yard, which opened into the narrowest part of the gully.Once in this, like the one they came down, and the cattle or horses had no chance but to walk slowly up, one behind the other, till they got on the tableland above.
Here, of course, every kind of work that can be done to help disguise cattle was done.Ear-marks were cut out and altered in shape, or else the whole ear was cropped off; every letter in the alphabet was altered by means of straight bars or half-circles, figures, crosses, everything you could think of.
`Mr.Starlight is an edicated man,' said father.`This is all his notion;and many a man has looked at his own beast, with the ears altered and the brand faked, and never dreamed he ever owned it.
He's a great card is Starlight.It's a pity he ever took to this kind of life.'
Father said this with a kind of real sorrow that made me look at him to see if the grog had got into his head; just as if his life, mine, and Jim's didn't matter a straw compared to this man's, whoever he was, that had had so many better chances than we had and had chucked 'em all away.
But it's a strange thing that I don't think there's any place in the world where men feel a more real out-and-out respect for a gentleman than in Australia.Everybody's supposed to be free and equal now;of course, they couldn't be in the convict days.But somehow a man that's born and bred a gentleman will always be different from other men to the end of the world.What's the most surprising part of it is that men like father, who have hated the breed and suffered by them, too, can't help having a curious liking and admiration for them.
They'll follow them like dogs, fight for them, shed their blood, and die for them; must be some sort of a natural feeling.
Whatever it is, it's there safe enough, and nothing can knock it out of nine-tenths of all the men and women you meet.I began to be uneasy to see this wonderful mate of father's, who was so many things at once --a cattle-stealer, a bush-ranger, and a gentleman.