It still isn't fair, he muttered, kicking the veranda railing. Yesterday Burke had asked him to feed the horses that were penned up for the droving. And Geoff had done it.
When burke came to say goodbye, Geoff couldn't think of a thing to say.
I wish you could come, Burke siad
So do I, Geoff said glumly, looking past Burke. Then his eyes widened. His grandfather and Burke's father were riding toward the house. What 's the matter? Geoff called.
Plenty, grandfather siad. The horses for the droving are scattered all over the south paddock.
How did they get out?
Mr. Blair frowned at his son. No one's been in the pen since you fed them. You forgot to fasten the chain on the gate.
I - I thought there was a latch on that gate, Geoff stammered.
There is, Mr.Blair said, but it doesn't hold. That's why we use the chain. Burke knows that.