CHAPTER XIV

ON THE TRACK A homely-looking folk they are, these people of my kin— Their hands are hard as horse shoes, but their hearts come through the skin. —_V. J. Daley._ THEY camped that night half a mile off the road, in a paddock belonging to a station Mr. Linton knew well. “Henderson would give me leave if I asked him—so I won’t,” he said. “It’s a short stage, but that’s advisable, seeing that it’s our first day out, and that it has been uncommonly warm. And we’re sure of goo…