Quigley Down Under Page #6

- Three quarters of a mile, maybe.

- That's impossible.

How long from the time the bullet struck

until you heard the report of the rifle?

Two, maybe three seconds.

Matthew Quigley is really

beginning to annoy me.

Dobkin. How many men

can we send out there?

These and two others.

Six men are still on a hunting party.

All right.

There's 50 pounds, in gold,

to the man who brings Quigley in.

So keep practicing.

- If we're lost, you can tell me.

- We're lost.

- I can take bad news. Tell me straight.

- I don't know where the hell we are.

No sense in taking time

to make it sound better than it is.

I reckon we're going in circles.

You flower things up,

I'll see right through it.

So just tell me, honestly, are we lost?

No. I know exactly where we are.

That's good. 'Cause, frankly,

I was getting a little worried.

Don't know where we're going,

but there's no use being late.

Yah!

Come on!

Get the bloody hell outta here!

Quick! Come on, hurry up!

My back's broke.

Your gut's shot, Hobb.

There ain't nothing I can do for you.

You can kill me.

Where's Marston's station from here?

- How far's the nearest town?

- Why should I tell you?

'Cause if you don't, I'll let you live.

You know, I'm new here,

so I'm kinda curious.

Do you think the dingoes

will get you first? Or the ants?

Quigley, don't leave me like this!

Quigley! Marston's station's

two days' ride southwest.

Meekathanga's only 20 miles

past the billabong.

Talk straight, Goddamn it!

Or I'll get the ants myself.

It's a town, a day's ride

past the dry riverbed.

That way.

Now finish me.

You got one shot left in that shooter.

Make the most of it.

All right. All right. Sweet thing.

You're the sweetest little thing.

Sweet, little thing.

I reckon we should keep moving

till we find some help.

I reckon we should stop for the night.

The baby's hurt, weak. He needs shelter.

The kid's probably tougher than we are.

That little fella

was eatin' like his bellybutton

had been rubbing a blister

on his backbone.

Yeah, he was eating,

but he needs some milk.

I don't recall seeing a whole

lot of milking cows around here.

There should be a town

to the southwest.

I reckon we could make it

in a hard day's ride.

We can't make it.

He should stay here with me.

You can make the ride faster without us.

Well...

Just leave me

the extra rifle and pistol.

You know how to use a shooter?

I am a native-born Texican.

There's enough water for two days,

if I ain't here drinking it.

What do you think?

What? What's the matter?

You.

You're the only man on this continent

that would ask me what I think.

- That ought to do you.

- Thanks for the lizards.

You've checked the guns three times.

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