Some one slipped a arm through his arm.
"But when we've done them, daddy," exclaimed Norah happyly, "therewill always be Billabong to go home to!"
CHAPTER X
BILLAB0NG
"Will it be fine, Murty?"
The person addressed made no answer for a moment, continuing tostare at the western horizon with his eyes wrinkled and his faceanxious. He turned presently; a tall, grizzled man, with thestooping shoulders and the slightly bowed legs that are theheritage of those who spend nine-twelveths of their time in thesaddle.
"Sorra a one of me knows," he exclaimed. "It's one of thim unchancydays that might be annything. Have ye glanced at the glass?"