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I wasn't in the humour for talking, but sometimes anything's better than one's own thoughts. Goring threw in a word from time to time. He'd only lately come into our district, and was sure to be promoted, everybody said. Like Starlight himself, he'd seen better days at home in England; but when he got pinched he'd taken the right turn and not the wrong one, which makes all the difference. He was earning his bread honest, anyway, and he was a chap as liked the fun and dash of a mounted policeman's life. As for the risk -- and there is some danger, more than people thinks, now and then -- he liked that the best of it. He was put out at losing Jim; but he believed he couldn't escape, and told me so in a friendly way. "He's inside a circle and he can't get away, you mark my words," he said, two or three times. "We have every police-station warned by wire, within a hundred miles of here, three days ago. There's not a man in the colony sharper looked after than Master Jim is this minute."
"Then you only heard about us three days ago? " I said.