of emu eggs, slung with bush skill round his neck.
"Ain't yer goin' to part?" enquired the driver, indicating his companion as the recipient.
"Wot are yer givin' us; wot do yer take me fur?" said the "Konk" indignantly, drawing down his knotted veil.
"Well, give 'em ter me fer Lizer."
"Will yer 'ave 'em now, or wait till yer get 'em?"
"Goin' ter sit on 'em yerself?" sneered the driver.
"Yes, an' I'll give yer ther first egg ther cock lays," laughed the "Konk".
He turned his horse's head back to the gate "I say, Billy Skywonkie! Wot price Sally Ah Too, eh?" he asked, his gorilla mouth agape.
Billy Skywonkie uncrossed his legs, took out the whip. He tilted his pipe and shook his head as he prepared to drive, to show that he understood to a fraction the price of Sally Ah Too. The aptness of the question took the sting out of his having had to open the gate. He gave a farewell jerk.
"Goin' ter wash yer neck?" shouted the man with the nose, from the gate
