That there dog, said Macquarie to the hospital staff in general, is a better dog than I’m a man–or you too, it seems–and a better Christian. He’s been a better mate to me than I ever was to any man–or any man to me. He’s watched over me; kep’ me from getting robbed many a time; fought for me; saved my life and took drunken kicks and curses for thanks–and forgave me. He’s been a true, straight, honest, and faithful mate to me–and I ain’t going to desert him now. I ain’t going to kick him out in the road with a broken leg. I–Oh, my God! my back!