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own dodged him just when he did he would be a dead man now。
A little further on the huntsmen sighted a mob of kangaroos。 Joy and excitement。 A mob？ It was a swarm！ Away they hopped。 Off scrambled the dogs； and off flew Paddy Maloney and Davethe rest followed anyhow； and at varying speeds。
That all those dogs should have selected and followed the same kangaroo was sad and humiliating。 And such a waif of a thing； too！ Still； they stuck to it。 For more than a mile； down a slope； the weedy marsupial outpaced them； but when it came to the hill the daylight between rapidly began to lessen。 A few seconds more and all would have been over； but a straggling； stupid old ewe； belonging to an unneighbourly squatter； darted up from the shade of a tree right in the way of Maloney's Brindle； who was leading。 Brindle always preferred mutton to marsupial； so he let the latter slide and secured the ewe。 The death…scene was most imposing。 The ground around was strewn with small tufts of white wool。 There was a complete circle of eager； wriggling dogsall jammed together； heads down； and tails elevated。 Not a scrap of the ewe was visible。 Paddy Maloney jumped down and proceeded to batter the brutes vigorously with a waddy。 As the others arrived； they joined him。 The dogs were hungry； and fought for every inch of the sheep。 Those not laid out were pulled away； and！ when old Brown had dragged the last one off by the hind legs； all that was left of that ewe was four feet and some skin。
Dad shook his head and looked graveso did Anderson。 After a short rest they decided to divide into parties and work the ridges。 A start was made。 Dad's contingentconsisting of himself and Joe； Paddy Maloney； Anderson； old Brown； and several othersstarted a mob。 This time the dogs separated and scampered off in all directions。 In quick time Brown's black slut bailed up an 〃old man〃 full of fight。 Nothing was more desirable。 He was a monster； a king kangaroo； and as he raised himself to his full height on his toes and tail he looked formidablea grand and majestic demon of the bush。 The slut made no attempt to tackle him； she stood off with her tongue out。 Several small dogs belonging to Anderson barked energetically at him； even venturing occasionally to run behind and bite his tail。 But； further than grabbing them in his arms and embracing them； he took no notice。 There he towered； his head back and chest well out； awaiting the horsemen。 They came； shouting and hooraying。 He faced them defiantly。 Anderson； aglow with excitement； dismounted and aimed a lump of rock at his head； which laid out one of the little dogs。 They pelted him with sticks and stones till their arms were tired； but they might just as well have pelted a dead cow。 Paddy Maloney took out his stirrup。 〃Look out！〃 he cried。 They looked out。 Then； galloping up； he swung the iron at the marsupial； and nearly knocked his horse's eye out。
Dad was disgusted。 He and Joe approached the enemy on Farmer。 Dad carried a short stick。 The 〃old man〃 looked him straight in the face。 Dad poked the stick at him。 He promptly grabbed hold of it； and a piece of Dad's hand as well。 Farmer had not been in many battlesno Defence Force man ever owned him。 He threw up his head and snorted； and commenced a retreat。 The kangaroo followed him up and seized Dad by the shirt。 Joe evinced signs of timidity。 He lost faith in Dad； and； half jumping； half falling； he landed on the ground； and set out speedily for a tree。 Dad lost the stick； and in attempting to brain the brute with his fist he overbalanced and fell out of the saddle。 He struggled to his feet； and clutched his antagonist affectionately by both pawsstanding well away。 Backwards and forwards and round and round they moved。 〃Use your knife！〃 Anderson called out； getting further away himself。 But Dad dared not relax his grip。 Paddy Maloney ran behind the brute several times to lay him out with a waddy； but each time he turned and fled before striking the blow。 Dad thought to force matters； and began kicking his assailant vigorously in the stomach。 Such dull； heavy thuds！ The kangaroo retaliated； putting Dad on the defensive。 Dad displayed remarkable suppleness about the hips。 At last the brute fixed his deadly toe in Dad's belt。
It was an anxious moment； but the belt broke； and Dad breathed freely again。 He was acting entirely on the defensive； but an awful consciousness of impending misfortune assailed him。 His belt was gone； andhis trousers began to slipslipslip！ He called wildly to the others for God's sake to do something。 They helped with advice。 He yelled 〃Curs！〃 and 〃Cowards！〃 back at them。 Still； as he danced around with his strange and ungainly partner； his trousers kept slippingslipping。 For the fiftieth time and more he glanced eagerly over his shoulder for some haven of safety。 None was near。 And thenoh； horror！down THEY slid calmly and noiselessly。 Poor Dad！ He was at a disadvantage； his leg work was hampered。 He was hobbled。 Could he only get free of them altogether！ But he could n'this feet were large。 He took a lesson from the foe and jumpedjumped this way and that way； and round about； while large drops of perspiration rolled off him。 The small dogs displayed renewed and ridiculous ferocity； often mistaking Dad for the marsupial。 At last Dad became exhaustedthere was no spring left in him。 Once he nearly went down。 Twice he tripped。 He staggered againdown he was goingdowndown； down and down he fell！ But at the same moment； and； as though they had dropped from the clouds； Brindle and five or six other dogs pounced on the 〃old man。〃 The rest may be imagined。
Dad lay on the ground to recover his wind； and when he mounted Farmer again and silently turned for home； Paddy Maloney was triumphantly seated on the carcase of the fallen enemy； exultingly explaining how he missed the brute's head with the stirrup…iron； and claiming the tail。
Chapter IX。
Dave's Snakebite。
One hot day； as we were finishing dinner； a sheriff's bailiff rode up to the door。 Norah saw him first。 She was dressed up ready to go over to Mrs。 Anderson's to tea。 Sometimes young Harrison had tea at Anderson's Thursdays； usually。 This was Thursday； and Norah was starting early； because it was 〃a good step of a way〃。
She reported the visitor。 Dad left the table； munching some bread； and went out to him。 Mother looked out of the door； Sal went to the window； Little Bill and Tom peeped through a crack； Dave remained at his dinner； and Joe knavishly seized the opportunity of exploring the table for leavings； finally seating himself in Dad's place； and commencing where Dad had left off。
〃Jury summons；〃 said the meek bailiff； extracting a paper from his breast…pocket； and reading； 〃Murtagh Joseph Rudd； selector； Shingle Hut。。。Correct？〃
Dad nodded assent。
〃Got any water？〃
There was n't a drop in the cask； so Dad came in and asked Mother if there was any tea left。 She pulled a long； solemn； Sunday…school face； and looked at Joe； who was holding the teapot upside…down； shaking the tea…leaves into his cup。
〃Tea； Dad？〃 he chuckled〃by golly！〃
Dad did n't think it worth while going out to the bailiff again。 He sent Joe。
〃Not any at all？〃
〃Nothink；〃 said Joe。
〃H'm！ Nulla bona； eh？〃 And the Law smiled at its own joke and went off thirsty。
Thus it was that Dad came to be away one day when his great presence of mind and ability as a bush doctor was most required at Shingle Hut。
Dave took Dad's place at the plough。 One of the horsesa colt that Dad bought with the money he got for helping with Anderson's crophad only just been broken。 He was bad at starting。 When touched with the rein he would stand and wait until the old furrow…horse put in a few steps； then plunge to get ahead of him； and if a chain or a swingle…tree or something else did n't break； and Dave kept the plough in； he ripped and tore along in style； bearing in and bearing out； and knocking the old horse about till that much…enduring animal became as cranky as himself； and the pace terrible。 Down would go the plough…handles； and； with one tremendous pull on the reins； Dave would haul them back on to their rumps。 Then he would rush up and kick the colt on the root of the tail； and if that did n't make him put his leg over the chains and kick till he ran a hook into his heel and lamed himself； or broke something； it caused him to rear up and fall back on the plough and snort and strain and struggle till there was not a stitch left on him but the winkers。
Now； if Dave was noted for one thing more than another it was for his silence。 He scarcely ever took the trouble to speak。 He hated to be asked a question； and mostly answered by nodding his head。 Yet； though he never seemed to practise； he could； when his blood was fairly up； swear with distinction and effect。 On this occasion he swore through the whole afternoon without repeating himself。
Towards evening Joe took the reins and began to drive。 He had n't gone once around when； just as the horses approached a big dead tree that had been left standing in the cultivation； he planted his left foot heavily upon a Bathurst…burr that had been cut and left