Who 'd have thought of two big lumps like those losing their heads ? '' said Billy . `` Never mind . I 'm going to look at this man . Most of the white men , I know , have things in their pockets , '' said the troop-horse . `` I 'll leave you , then . I ca n't say I 'm over-fond of 'em myself . Besides , white men who have n't a place to sleep in are more than likely to be thieves , and I 've a good deal of Government property on my back . Come along , young un , and we 'll go back to our lines . Good-night , Australia ! See you on parade to-morrow , I suppose . Good-night , old Hay-bale ! -- try to control your feelings , wo n't you ? Good-night , Two Tails ! If you pass us on the ground tomorrow , do n't trumpet . It spoils our formation . '' Billy the Mule stumped off with the swaggering limp of an old campaigner , as the troop-horse 's head came nuzzling into my breast , and I gave him biscuits , while Vixen , who is a most conceited little dog , told him fibs about the scores of horses that she and I kept . `` I 'm coming to the parade to-morrow in my dog-cart , '' she said . `` Where will you be ? '' `` On the left hand of the second squadron .
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