Marcus Clarke

“ A few weeks back Maurice Frere would have laughed at such a sentence, but he had begun now to comprehend that this escaped convict was not a man to be laughed at, and though he detested him for his superiority, he could not but admit that he was superior.
"You can't get more than one hide off a goat, man?" ”

“ It won't alter my fate, will it?"
"If we get safely back," says Frere, "I'll ask for a free pardon for you. You deserve it."
"Come," returned Dawes, with a discordant laugh. "Let us wait until we get back."
"You don't believe me?"
"I don't want favour at your hands," he said, with a return of the old fierceness. "Let us get to work. Bring up the rushes here, and tie them with a fishing line."
At this instant Sylvia came up. "Good afternoon, Mr. Dawes. Hard at work? Oh! what's this in the kettle?" The voice of the child acted like a charm upon Rufus Dawes. He smiled quite cheerfully. ”

“ His master condescended to reply. "To make a float."
"Well?"
The other shrugged his broad shoulders. "You are very dull, Mr. Frere. I am going to swim over to the Pilot Station, and catch some of those goats. I can get across on the stuffed skin, but I must float them back on the reeds."
"How the doose do you mean to catch 'em?" asked Frere, wiping the sweat from his brow.
The convict motioned to him to approach. He did so, and saw that his companion was cleaning the intestines of the goat. The outer membrane having been peeled off, Rufus Dawes was turning the gut inside out. ”