I thought. I wanted that all to myself.

I got home about sunset next day, and, after tea, when I'd finished

telling Mary all the news, and a few lies as to why I didn't

bring the cart back, and one or two other things, I sat with James,

out on a log of the wood-heap, where we generally had

our smokes and interviews, and told him all about the buggy.

`But what do you want to make it such a Bushranging business for?

Why can't you tell Mary now? It will cheer her up. She's been