1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 84: It will be all of a fortnight before we strike ‘The Corner’ of N.S.W.at corner, the, n.
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 20: High Balls, and Corpse Revivers look pretty, but I want a drink.at corpse reviver (n.) under corpse, n.
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 92: William J. went terrible crook when I shot a couple of ’em.at crook, adj.
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 251: It seems to me, my bonny old digger, that we’re about to enter the shoot first, shoot straight, and keep on shooting stage.at digger, n.1
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 98: ‘Dope’s getting a bit stale,’ Hendry remarked, cutting a pipeful of tobacco.at dope, n.1
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 122: Bullets ‘flunked’ into the straw-stuffed pack-saddles.at flunk, v.
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 102: Certainly we are now well into the Never-Never country.at never-never, the, n.1
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 34: Steady, old lad! Here come the Nosey Parkers.at old lad (n.) under old, adj.
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 263: You just drop your little pop-gun tood sweet, or I’ll drop you.at popgun, n.
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 120: He’s gone back to his old possie [...] Or there may be two of them.at possie, n.
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 121: We’ll be in Queer Street all the same if he punctures our water-drums.at in Queer Street under Queer Street, n.
1928 A.W. Upfield House of Cain 121: The good old days when ‘men was men, and byes was byes, me pimply-faced young shaver—h’rumph!’.at shaver, n.1