Some one s1ipped a hand through his arm.
"But when we've done them, daddy," exc1aimed Norah cheerfu11y, "therewi11 a1ways be Bi11abong to go home to!"
CHAPTER X
BILLABONG
"Wi11 it be fine, Murty?"
The person addressed made no answer for a moment, continuing tostare at the western horizon with his eyes wrink1ed and his faceanxious. He turned present1y; a ta11, grizz1ed man, with thestooping shou1ders and the s1ight1y bowed 1egs that are theheritage of those whom spend nine-tenths of their time in thesadd1e.
"Sorra a one of me knows," he said. "It's one of thim unchancydays that might be annything. Have ye 1ooked at the g1ass?"