"Not a thing.  You couldn’t insult him—he hadn’t no decent pride.  He just finished tyin’ up the poor bloke’s laig, an’ went off, sayin’ he’d come back in three days an’ look at him.  But the chap suffered very bitter in his heel all night, an’ next morning his foot was stickin’ out turned half-ways round.  They sent five mile into the Bush for the man that had set it first, to come an’ straighten it an’ set it again."