MACQUARIE'S MATE
323
before him. 'Let me go! I'll smash―any man―that―that says a word again' a mate of mine behind his back. Barcoo, I'll have your blood! Let me go! I'll, I'll, I'll Who's holdin' me? You―you'
'It's Macquarie, old mate!' said a quiet voice.
Barcoo thought he heard his horse again, and went out in a hurry. Perhaps he thought that the horse would get impatient and break loose if he left it any longer, for he jumped into the saddle and rode off.
