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fellow！〃 Dad said； 〃what's he beating her for？〃 〃Stop it； you fool！〃 he shouted。 But Dave sat down on her for the final effort and applied the hide faster and faster。 Dad crunched his teeth。 Oncetwicethree times Bess changed her stride； then struck a branch…root of a tree that projected a few inches above ground； and over she wentCRASH！ Dave fell on his head and lay spread out； motionless。 We picked him up and carried him inside； and when Mother saw blood on him she fainted straight off without waiting to know if it were his own or not。 Both looked as good as dead； but Dad； with a bucket of water； soon brought them round again。
It was scarcely dawn when we began preparing for a start to the races。 Dave； after spending fully an hour trying in vain to pull on Mother's elastic…side boots； decided to ride in his own heavy bluchers。 We went with Dad in the dray。 Mother would n't go； she said she did n't want to see her son get killed； and warned Dad that if anything happened the blame would for ever be on his head。
We arrived at the Overhaul in good time。 Dad took the horse out of the dray and tied him to a tree。 Dave led Bess about； and we stood and watched the shanty…keeper unpacking gingerbeer。 Joe asked Dad for sixpence to buy some； but Dad had n't any small change。 We remained in front of the booth through most of the day； and ran after any corks that popped out and handed them in again to the shanty…keeper。 He did n't offer us anythingnot a thing！
〃Saddle up for the Overhaul Handicap！〃 was at last sung out； and Dad； saddle on arm； advanced to where Dave was walking Bess about。 They saddled up and Dave mounted； looking as pale as death。
〃I don't like ridin' in these boots a bit；〃 he said； with a quiver in his voice。
〃Wot's up with 'em？〃 Dad asked。
〃They're too big altogether。〃
〃Well； take 'em off then！〃
Dave jumped down and pulled them off…leaving his socks on。
More than a dozen horses went out； and when the starter said 〃Off！〃 did n't they go！ Our eyes at once followed Bess。 Dave was at her right from the jumpthe very opposite to what Dad had told him。 In the first furlong she put fully twenty yards of daylight between herself and the fieldshe came after the field。 At the back of the course you could see the whole of Kyle's selection and two of Jerry Keefe's hay…stacks between her and the others。 We did n't follow her any further。
After the race was won and they had cheered the winner； Dad was n't to be found anywhere。
Dave sat on the grass quite exhausted。 〃Ain't y' goin' to pull the saddle off？〃 Joe asked。
〃No；〃 he said。 〃I AIN'T。 You don't want everyone to see her back； do you？〃
Joe wished he had sixpence。
About an hour afterwards Dad came staggering along arm…in…arm with another manan old fencing…mate of his； so he made out。
〃Thur yar；〃 he said； taking off his hat and striking Bess on the rump with it； 〃besh bred mare in the worl'。〃
The fencing…mate looked at her； but did n't say anything； he could n't。
〃Eh？〃 Dad went on； 〃say sh'ain't？ L'ere…ever y' name isbetcher pound sh'is。〃
Then a jeering and laughing crowd gathered round； and Dave wished he had n't come to the races。
〃She ain't well；〃 said a tall man to Dad〃short in her gallops。〃 Then a short； bulky individual without whiskers shoved his face up into Dad's and asked him if Bess was a mare or a cow。 Dad became excited； and only that old Anderson came forward and took him away there must have been a row。
Anderson put him in the dray and drove it home to Shingle Hut。
Dad reckons now that there is nothing in horse…racing； and declares it a fraud。 He says； further； that an honest man； by training and racing a horse； is only helping to feed and fatten the rogues and vagabonds that live on the sport。
Chapter VII。
Cranky Jack。
It was early in the day。 Traveller after traveller was trudging by Shingle Hut。 One who carried no swag halted at the rails and came in。 He asked Dad for a job。 〃I dunno；〃 Dad answered〃What wages would you want？〃 The man said he would n't want any。 Dad engaged him at once。
And SUCH a man！ Tall； bony； heavy…jawed； shaven with a reaping…hook； apparently。 He had a thick crop of black hairshaggy； unkempt； and full of grease； grass； and fragments of dry gum…leaves。 On his head were two old felt hatsone sewn inside the other。 On his back a shirt made from a piece of blue blanket； with white cotton stitches striding up and down it like lines of fencing。 His trousers were gloom itself； they were a problem； and bore reliable evidence of his industry。 No ordinary person would consider himself out of work while in them。 And the new…comer was no ordinary person。 He seemed to have all the woe of the world upon him； he was as sad and weird…looking as a widow out in the wet。
In the yard was a large heap of firewoodremarkable truth！which Dad told him to chop up。 He began。 And how he worked！ The axe rang againparticularly when it left the handleand pieces of wood scattered everywhere。 Dad watched him chopping for a while； then went with Dave to pull corn。
For hours the man chopped away without once looking at the sun。 Mother came out。 Joy！ She had never seen so much wood cut before。 She was delighted。 She made a cup of tea and took it to the man； and apologised for having no sugar to put in it。 He paid no attention to her； he worked harder。 Mother waited； holding the tea in her hand。 A lump of wood nearly as big as a shingle flew up and shaved her left ear。 She put the tea on the ground and went in search of eggs for dinner。 （We were out of meatthe kangaroo…dog was lame。 He had got 〃ripped〃 the last time we killed。）
The tea remained on the ground。 Chips fell into it。 The dog saw it。 He limped towards it eagerly； and dipped the point of his nose in it。 It burnt him。 An aged rooster strutted along and looked sideways at it。 HE distrusted it and went away。 It attracted the piga sow with nine young ones。 She waddled up； and poked the cup over with her nose； then she sat down on it； while the family joyously gathered round the saucer。 Still the man chopped on。
Mother returnedwithout any eggs。 She rescued the crockery from the pigs and turned curiously to the man。 She said； 〃Why； you've let them take the tea！〃 No answer。 She wondered。
Suddenly； and for the fiftieth time； the axe flew off。 The man held the handle and stared at the woodheap。 Mother watched him。 He removed his hats； and looked inside them。 He remained looking inside them。
Mother watched him more closely。 His lips moved。 He said； 〃LISTEN TO THEM！ THEY'RE COMING！ I KNEW THEY'D FOLLOW！〃
〃Who？〃 asked Mother； trembling slightly。
〃THEY'RE IN THE WOOD！〃 he went on。 〃Ha； ha！ I've got them。 They'll never get out； NEVER GET OUT！〃
Mother fled； screaming。 She ran inside and called the children。 Sal assisted her。 They trooped in like wallabiesall but Joe。 He was away earning money。 He was getting a shilling a week from Maloney； for chasing cockatoos from the corn。
They closed and barricaded the doors； and Sal took down the gun； which Mother made her hide beneath the bed。 They sat listening； anxiously and intently。 The wind began to ri