Joe Wilson and His Mates [90]
Jack there -- he reckons
he's the champion horse-breaker round here -- Flash Jack reckons
he can take it out of that horse first try.'
`What's up with the horse?' inquired the big, red-faced man.
`It looks quiet enough. Why, I'd ride it myself.'
`Would yer?' said Jim, who had hair that stood straight up,
and an innocent, inquiring expression. `Looks quiet, does he?
YOU ought to know more about horses than to go by the looks of 'em.
He's quiet enough just now, when there's no one near him;
but you should have been here an hour ago. That horse has killed two men
and put another chap's shoulder out -- besides breaking a cove's leg.
It took six of us all the morning to run him in and get the saddle on him;
and now Flash Jack wants to back out of it.'
`Euraliar!' remarked Flash Jack cheerfully. `I said I'd ride
that blanky horse out of the yard for a fiver. I ain't goin' to risk
my blanky neck for nothing and only to amuse you blanks.'
`He said he'd ride the horse inside the yard for a quid,' said Jim.
`And get smashed against the rails!' said Flash Jack. `I would be a fool.
I'd rather take my chance outside in the scrub -- and it's rough country
round here.'
`Well, how much do you want?' asked the man in the mushroom hat.
`A fiver, I said,' replied Jack indifferently. `And the blanky stuff
in my pocket before I get on the blanky horse.'
`Are you frightened of us running away without paying you?'
inquired one of the passengers who had gathered round.
`I'm frightened of the horse bolting with me without me being paid,'
said Flash Jack. `I know that horse; he's got a mouth like iron.
I might be at the bottom of the cliff on Crown Ridge road in twenty minutes
with my head caved in, and then what chance for the quids?'
`You wouldn't want 'em then,' suggested a passenger. `Or, say! --
we'd leave the fiver with the publican to bury you.'
Flash Jack ignored that passenger. He eyed his boots and softly whistled
a tune.
`All right!' said the man in the cork hat, putting his hand in his pocket.
`I'll start with a quid; stump up, you chaps.'
The five pounds were got together.
`I'll lay a quid to half a quid he don't stick on ten minutes!'
shouted Jim to his mates as soon as he saw that the event was to come off.
The passengers also betted amongst themselves. Flash Jack,
after putting the money in his breeches-pocket, let down the rails
and led the horse into the middle of the yard.
`Quiet as an old cow!' snorted a passenger in disgust.
`I believe it's a sell!'
`Wait a bit,' said Jim to the passenger, `wait a bit and you'll see.'
They waited and saw.
Flash Jack leisurely mounted the horse, rode slowly out of the yard,
and trotted briskly round the corner of the shanty and into the scrub,
which swallowed him more completely than the sea might have done.
Most of the other Bushmen mounted their horses and followed Flash Jack
to a clearing in the scrub, at a safe distance from the shanty;
then they dismounted and hung on to saplings, or leaned against their horses,
while they laughed.
At the hotel there was just time for another drink. The driver
climbed to his seat and shouted, `All aboard!' in his usual tone.
The passengers climbed to their places, thinking hard.
A mile or so along the road the man with the cork hat remarked,
with much truth --
`Those blanky Bushmen have got too much time to think.'
. . . . .
The Bushmen returned to the shanty as soon as the coach was out of sight,
and proceeded to `knock down' the fiver.
Jimmy Grimshaw's Wooing.
The Half-way House at Tinned Dog (Out-Back in Australia)
kept Daniel Myers -- licensed to retail spirituous and fermented liquors --
in drink and the horrors for upward of five years, at the end of which time
he lay hidden for weeks in a back skillion, an object which no decent man
would care to see -- or hear when it gave forth sound. `Good accommodation
for man and beast'; but few shanties save his own might, for a consideration,
have accommodated
he's the champion horse-breaker round here -- Flash Jack reckons
he can take it out of that horse first try.'
`What's up with the horse?' inquired the big, red-faced man.
`It looks quiet enough. Why, I'd ride it myself.'
`Would yer?' said Jim, who had hair that stood straight up,
and an innocent, inquiring expression. `Looks quiet, does he?
YOU ought to know more about horses than to go by the looks of 'em.
He's quiet enough just now, when there's no one near him;
but you should have been here an hour ago. That horse has killed two men
and put another chap's shoulder out -- besides breaking a cove's leg.
It took six of us all the morning to run him in and get the saddle on him;
and now Flash Jack wants to back out of it.'
`Euraliar!' remarked Flash Jack cheerfully. `I said I'd ride
that blanky horse out of the yard for a fiver. I ain't goin' to risk
my blanky neck for nothing and only to amuse you blanks.'
`He said he'd ride the horse inside the yard for a quid,' said Jim.
`And get smashed against the rails!' said Flash Jack. `I would be a fool.
I'd rather take my chance outside in the scrub -- and it's rough country
round here.'
`Well, how much do you want?' asked the man in the mushroom hat.
`A fiver, I said,' replied Jack indifferently. `And the blanky stuff
in my pocket before I get on the blanky horse.'
`Are you frightened of us running away without paying you?'
inquired one of the passengers who had gathered round.
`I'm frightened of the horse bolting with me without me being paid,'
said Flash Jack. `I know that horse; he's got a mouth like iron.
I might be at the bottom of the cliff on Crown Ridge road in twenty minutes
with my head caved in, and then what chance for the quids?'
`You wouldn't want 'em then,' suggested a passenger. `Or, say! --
we'd leave the fiver with the publican to bury you.'
Flash Jack ignored that passenger. He eyed his boots and softly whistled
a tune.
`All right!' said the man in the cork hat, putting his hand in his pocket.
`I'll start with a quid; stump up, you chaps.'
The five pounds were got together.
`I'll lay a quid to half a quid he don't stick on ten minutes!'
shouted Jim to his mates as soon as he saw that the event was to come off.
The passengers also betted amongst themselves. Flash Jack,
after putting the money in his breeches-pocket, let down the rails
and led the horse into the middle of the yard.
`Quiet as an old cow!' snorted a passenger in disgust.
`I believe it's a sell!'
`Wait a bit,' said Jim to the passenger, `wait a bit and you'll see.'
They waited and saw.
Flash Jack leisurely mounted the horse, rode slowly out of the yard,
and trotted briskly round the corner of the shanty and into the scrub,
which swallowed him more completely than the sea might have done.
Most of the other Bushmen mounted their horses and followed Flash Jack
to a clearing in the scrub, at a safe distance from the shanty;
then they dismounted and hung on to saplings, or leaned against their horses,
while they laughed.
At the hotel there was just time for another drink. The driver
climbed to his seat and shouted, `All aboard!' in his usual tone.
The passengers climbed to their places, thinking hard.
A mile or so along the road the man with the cork hat remarked,
with much truth --
`Those blanky Bushmen have got too much time to think.'
. . . . .
The Bushmen returned to the shanty as soon as the coach was out of sight,
and proceeded to `knock down' the fiver.
Jimmy Grimshaw's Wooing.
The Half-way House at Tinned Dog (Out-Back in Australia)
kept Daniel Myers -- licensed to retail spirituous and fermented liquors --
in drink and the horrors for upward of five years, at the end of which time
he lay hidden for weeks in a back skillion, an object which no decent man
would care to see -- or hear when it gave forth sound. `Good accommodation
for man and beast'; but few shanties save his own might, for a consideration,
have accommodated