as he reckoned I'd get in Sydney, after paying the carriage and the agents

and the auctioneer. James put the sheep in a paddock and rode back to me.

He was all there where riding was concerned. I told him to let the sheep go.

James made a Greener shot-gun, and got his saddle done up, out of that job.

I took up a couple more forty-acre blocks -- one in James's name,

to encourage him with the fencing. There was a good slice of land

in an angle between the range and the creek, farther down,

which everybody thought belonged to Wall, the squatter,