Then you and I will have a spot or two and exchange the news.Īnthony rejoined his flock of sheep. They’ll come back bumped black and blue with the ruts in the road, and clamouring for bed to rest the bruises on. That’s the stuff, said Jimmy approvingly. I’ve got to take these cackling hens to see Rhodes’s grave. "You’ve an absolute instinct for rows- and the nine lives of a cat. If there’s any trouble brewing, Anthony Cade is sure to be in it sooner or later, I know that, he said. However, something will turn up soon, I expect, he remarked hopefully. I can assure you it doesn’t suit my temperament. What the hell made you take on a job like that?Ī regrettable necessity for cash. Thought maybe you were losing your eyesight. Not with this little lot, grinned Anthony.
What the hell are you doing with this pack of females? demanded McGrath. There was an excellent supply of picture postcards.Īnthony Cade and his friend had stepped a little apart. The sun was unbearably hot, the hotel was uncomfortable, there seemed to be nowhere particular to go until the moment should arrive to motor to the Matoppos. Up to now, they had been rather bored with Bulawayo. After all, that was what one came abroad for-to see all these peculiar things one read about in books. The sort of man one read about in books, who probably kept a saloon. Cade, but thickset and not nearly so good-looking. This friend of his now-surely rather a peculiar-looking man.
Cade so much, his tall lean figure, his sun-tanned face, the light-hearted manner with which he settled disputes and cajoled them all into good temper. Castle’s Select Tour, represented by seven depressed-looking females and three perspiring males, looked on with considerable interest.
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