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THE usual gathering that night at Jenkins' was larger than ever. Torre, coming in late with Mr Barker, was hailed from all parts of the smoke- cloud by voices imitative of old Horn's "What I wants to know;" and allusions to "a monkey on a thingumbob stay." Torre's companion was well known to more than one man in the room, and therefore received a hearty welcome to Bohemia. Not a few there could talk stock and station and pastoral business generally, and knew almost as much about it as Mr Barker; therefore the squatter was in no danger of being bored by literary shop, and enjoyed the experience mightily. Suddenly, amidst a chorus of surprised "Hello's!" a policeman put his white-helmeted head into the room, and peered cautiously about him.
"Sorry to throuble yez, gints," said he doubtfully, "but if there's wan o' ye as is called Lay here, it's afther lukkin' for him that Oi am."