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Humphrey Pryor was disturbed.
The five hundred fats that he had brought down from "Contraband" had been safely trucked at Charleville--some for the saleyards at Enoggera, and the remainder for the meat works at Redbank and Pinkenba--but he stayed on at Charleville. This was unusual for him. Hitherto, when he had completed his business, he hurried back to the Carnarvon Ranges--to "Contraband." Charleville then had no lure for him. It was hot, dusty, flat and uninviting. He was more at home in the heart of the bush than in the heart of a town. But now he lingered on, and men--and women, too--who knew him well, wondered. They considered him to be too lawless for the towns where the police stations were, for he and the police had nothing in common. Frequent complaints had been made to them by selectors and graziers concerning stolen stock and suspicion fell on Humphrey Pryor and his men. Earmarks had been faked and brands defaced, but no positive proof had been sheeted home to them. Though they were lawless, they kept within the law in that they were not found out.