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Episode Date: September 5, 2023

Harry Heathcote of Gangoil by Anthony Trollope audiobook. Genre: drama In the hot, uneasy backcountry of colonial Australia, Harry Heathcote is a young squatter determined to hold together Gangoil, the cattle station he has built into a symbol of order, hard work, and English respectability. But the frontier has its own rules. As drought tightens its grip and political winds favor small settlers over big runs, the boundary lines around Gangoil turn into fault lines: neighbors resent what Harry owns, rumors travel faster than the mail, and every decision he makes is judged as arrogance or weakness. When fire breaks out in the bush and suspicion falls on those closest to the station, Harry finds himself fighting on several fronts at once - against the land, against a hostile community, and against the fear that his own temper will cost him everything. With his wife watching the conflict reshape their home life and loyalties in the district shifting by the day, Harry must decide what justice means when the law feels distant and reputation can burn as quickly as grass. Trollope delivers a tense, intimate portrait of pride, property, and responsibility at the edge of empire. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:22:48) Chapter 02 (00:41:37) Chapter 03 (00:58:56) Chapter 04 (01:17:15) Chapter 05 (01:35:56) Chapter 06 (01:56:50) Chapter 07 (02:14:28) Chapter 08 (02:32:40) Chapter 09 (02:53:53) Chapter 10 (03:16:25) Chapter 11 (03:28:14) Chapter 12 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Harry Heathcote of Gangoyle by Anthony Tronop. Chapter 1. Gangoyle Just a fortnight before Christmas, 1871, a young man, 24 years of age, returned home to his dinner about 8 o'clock in the evening. He was married, and with him and his wife lived his wife's sister. At that somewhat late hour he walked in among the two young women and another much older woman who was preparing the table for dinner. The wife and the wife's sister each had a child in her lap, the elder having seen some

fifteen months of its existence, and the younger three months. He's been out since seven, and I don't think he's had a mouthful, the wife had just said. Oh, Harry, you must be half-starved, she exclaimed, jumping up to greet him, and throwing her arm round his bare neck. I'm about whole melted, he said as he kissed her. In the name of charity, give me a nobler. I did get a bit of damper and a panic in a night. of tea up at the Germans hut, but I never was so hot or so thirsty in my life. We're going

to have it in earnest this time. Old Bates says that when the gum leaves crackle, as they do now, before Christmas, there won't be a blade of grass by the end of February. I hate old Bates, said the wife. He always prophesiesies evil and complains about his rations. He knows more about sheep than any man this side of the Mary, said her husband. From all this, I trust that the reader will understand that the Christmas to which he is introduced is not the Christmas with which is intimate on this side of the equator, a Christmas of blazing fires indoors, and of sleet, arid snow and frost outside, but the Christmas of Australia, in which Happy Land of Christmas Fires are apt to be lighted or to light themselves, when they are by

no means needed. The young man who had just returned home had on a flannel shirt, a pair of moleskin trousers, and an old straw hat, battered nearly out of all shape. He had no coat, no waistcoat, no braces, and nothing round his neck. Round his waist there was a strap, or belt, from the front of which hung a small pouch, and behind a knife in a case. And stuck into a loop in the belt made for the purpose there was a small brawood pipe. As he dashed his hat off, wiped his brow, and threw himself into a rocking chair, he certainly was rough to look at.

But by all who understood Australian life he would have been taken. to be a gentleman. He was a young squatter, well-known west of the Mary River, in Queensland. Harry Heathcote of Gangoyle, who owned 30,000 sheep of his own, was a magistrate in those parts, and able to hold his own among his neighbours, whether rough or gentle, and some neighbours he had, very rough, who made it almost necessary that a man should be able to be rough also on occasions if he desired to live among them without injury. Heathcott of Gangoyle could do all that, Men said of him that he was too imperious, too masterful, too much inclined to think that all things should be made to go as he would have them. Young as he was, he had been altogether his own master since he was of age, and not only his own master, but the master also of all with whom he was brought into contact from day to day.

In his life he conversed but seldom with any but those who were dependent on him, nor had he done so for the last three years. At an age at which young men at home are still subject to pastors and masters, he had sprung at once into patriarchal power, and, being a man determined to thrive, have become laborious and thoughtful beyond his years. Harry Heathcote had been left an orphan, with a small fortune in money, when he was fourteen. For two years after that he had consented to remain quietly at school, but at sixteen he declared his purpose of emigrating. boys less than himself in stature got about him at school, and he had not liked it. For a twelve-month he was opposed by his guardian, but at the end of the year he was fitted forth for the colony. The guardian was not sorry to be quit of him, but prophesied that he would be home again before a year was over. The land had not returned, and it was now a settled conviction among all who knew him

that he would make or mar his fortune in the new land that he had chosen. he was a tall well-made young fellow with fair hair and a good-humoured smile but ever carrying in his countenance marks of what his enemies called pick-headedness his acquaintances obstinacy and those who loved him firmness his acquaintances were perhaps right for he certainly was obstinate he would take no man's advice he would submit himself to no man and in the conduct of his own business preferred to trust to his own insight than to the experience of others It would sometimes occur that he had to pay heavily for his obstinacy, but on the other hand the lessons which he learned he learned thoroughly, and he was kept right in his trade by his own indefatigable industry. That trade was the growth of wool. He was a breeder of sheep on a Queensland sheep run, and his flocks ran far afield over a vast territory of which he was the only lord. his house was near the River Mary and beyond the river

his domain did not extend but around him on his own side of the river he could drive for ten miles in each direction without getting off his own pastures he was master as far as his master'ship went of 120,000 acres almost an English county and it was the pride of his heart

to put his foot off his own territory as seldom as possible he sent his wool annually down to Brisbane and received his stores, tea and sugar, flour and brandy, boots, clothes, tobacco, etc., once or twice a year from thence. But the traffic did not require his own presence at the city. So soft contained as to the working of the establishment that he was never called away by his business, unless he went to see some lot of highly bred sheep which he might feel disposed to buy. And as for pleasure, it had come to be altogether beyond the purpose of his life to go in quest of that.

when the work of the day was over, he would lie at his length upon rugs in the veranda, with a pipe in his mouth while his wife sat over him reading a play of Shakespeare or the last novel that had come to them from England. He had married a fair girl, the orphaned daughter of a bankrupt squatter whom he had met in Sydney, and had brought her and her sister into the Queensland bush with him. His wife idolised him. His sister-in-law, Kate Daly, loved him dearly, as she had cause to do, for he had proved himself to be a very brother to her, but she feared him also somewhat. The people about the Mary said that she was fairer and sweeter to look at,

even than the elder sister. Mrs. Eastgood was the taller of the two, and the larger featured. She certainly was the higher in intellect, and the fittest to be the mistress of such an establishment as that of Gangoyle. When he washed his hands and face and had swallowed the very copious but weak alliance of brandy and water, his wife fixed for him. He took the eldest boy on his lap and fondled him. "'By George,' he said old fellow, "'you shan't be a squatter.' "'Why not, Harry?' asked his wife. "'Because I don't want him to break his heart every day of his life.'

"'Are you always breaking yours? I thought your heart was pretty well hardened now.' "'When a man talks of his heart, you and Kate are thinking of loves and doves, of course.' "'I wasn't thinking of loves and doves, Harry,' said Kate. "'I was thinking how very It must have been today. We could only bear it in the veranda by keeping the blinds always wet. I don't wonder that you were troubled. That comes from heaven or providence or from something that one knows to be unassailable, and therefore one can put up with it.

Even if one gets a sunstroke, one does not complain. The sun has a right to be there and is no interlabor, like a free selector. I can't understand why free selectors and mosquitoes should have been introduced into the arrangements of the world. balls the poor must live somewhere else and squitters too,' said Mrs. Grower, the old maid-servant, as she put a boiled like a mutton on the table. "'Now, Mr. Harry, if you're ungood, there's something for you to eat in spite of the free selectors.' "'Mrs. Groula,' said the master, "'excus me for saying that you drum to conclusions.' "'My jumping is pussy well-nigh done,' said the old woman.

"'By no means, I find that old people can jump quite as briskly as young. you've rebuked me under the impression that I was grudging something to the poor. Let me explain to you that a free selector may be, and very often is, a rich man. He whom I had in mind is not a poor man, though I won't swear but what he will be before a year is over. I know what you mean, Mr. Harry. You mean the Medley-Cott's. Very nice gentleman, Miss Mr. Medley-Cott, and a very nice old lady is Mrs. Medley-Cott, and a deal of good they're going to do, by all accounts. Now, Mrs. Groula, that will do.

said the wife. The dinner consisted of a boiled leg of mutton, a large piece of roast beef, potatoes, onions, and an immense pot of tea. No glasses were even put upon the table. The two ladies had dressed for dinner, and were bright and pretty

as it would have been in a country house at home. But Harry Heathcote had sat down just as he had entered the room. I know you were tired to death, said his wife, when I see you eat your dinner like that. It isn't being tired, Mary. I'm not particularly tired, but I must be off again in about an hour. Out again tonight? Yes, indeed. On horseback? How else? Old baits and Mickey are in their saddles still. I don't want to have my fences burned as soon as they're put up. It's a tickish thing to think that a spark of far anywhere about the place might ruin me, and to know at the same time

that every man about the round and every swagsman that passes along have matches in their pocket. There isn't a pipe lighted on Gangor this time of the year that might make a beggar of you and me. That's another reason why I wouldn't have the young enough squatter. I declare I think that squatters have more trouble than any people in the world, said Kate daily. Free selectors have their own troubles too, Kate, said he. It must be explained, as we go on, that Heathcote felt that he had received a great and peculiar grievance from the hands of one Medlicot, a stranger who had lately settled near him, and that this last remark referred to a somewhat favourable opinion

which had been expressed about this stranger by the two ladies. It was a little unfair, as having been addressed especially to Kate, intending as it did to imply that Kate had better consider the matter well before she allowed her opinion of the stranger to become dangerously favourable, for in truth she had said no more than her sister. The medicate's troubles will never trouble me, Harry, she said. "'I hope not, Kate, nor mine either more than we can help.'

"'But they do,' said Mary. "'They trouble me, and her too, very much.' "'A man's back should be broad enough to bear all that for himself,' said Harry. "'I get ashamed of myself when I grumble, "'and yet one seems to be surely if one doesn't say what one's thinking. "'I hope you'll always tell me what you're thinking, dear.' "'Well, I suppose I shall, till this fellow is old enough to be talked to and to be made to bear the burden of his father's care?

By that time, Harry, you would have got rich, and we shall all be in England, shan't we? I don't know about being rich, but we shall have been free-selected off Gangoyle. Now, Mrs. Growler, we've done dinner, and I'll have a pipe before I make another start. Is Jacko in the kitchen? Send him through to me on the Tveranda.

Gang-goil was decidedly in the bush. According to common Australian parlance, all sheep stations are in the bush, even though there should not be a tree or shrub within sight. They who live away from the towns live a bush life. Small towns, as they grow up, are called bush towns, as we talk of country towns. The bush, indeed, is the country generally.

But the Heathcots lives absolutely and actually in the bush. There are Australian pastures which consist of plains on which are not trees to be seen for miles, but others are forests, far extending that their limits are almost unknown. Gangor was surrounded by forest, in some places so close as to be impervious to men and almost to animals, in which the undergrowth was thick and tortuous and almost plaited, through which no path could be made without an axe,

but to which the greater portions were open, without any underwood, between which the sheep could wander at their will, and men could ride, with a sparse surface of coarse grass, which after rain would be luxuriant, but in hot weather would be scorched down to the ground. At such times, and those times were by far the more common, a stranger would wonder where the sheep would find their feed. Immediately round the house, or station, as it was called, about 100 acres had been cleared, or nearly cleared,

with a few trees left here and there for ornament or shade. Further afield but still round the home quarters, the trees had been destroyed, the run of the sap having been stopped by wringing the bark. But they still stood like troops of skeletons, and would stand, very ugly to look at, till they fell in the course of nature by reason of their own rottenness. There was a man always at work about the place,

Boscable, he was called, whose sole business was to destroy the timber after this fashion, so that the air might get through to the grasses, and that the soil might be relieved from the burden of nurturing the forest trees. For miles around, the domain was divided into paddocks, as they were called. But these were so large that a stranger might wander in one of them for a day, and never discover that he was enclosed. There were five or six paddocks on the Gangoyle Run, each of which comprised over ten thousand acres.

And, as all the land was undulating, and as the timber was all round you everywhere, one paddock was exactly like another. The scenery in itself was fine, for the trees were often large, and here and there rocky knolls would crop up, and there were broken crevices in the ground. But it was all alike. A stranger would wonder that anyone straying from the house should find his way back to it.

There were sundry bush houses here and there, and the so-called road to the coast from the wide pastoral districts further west passed on across the run. But these roads and tracks would travel hither and thither, new tracks been open from time to time by the heavy wool-draise and store-wagons, as in wet weather the ruts on the old tracks were become insurmountable.

The station itself was certainly very pretty. It consisted of a cluster of cottages, each of which possessed a ground floor only. No such luxury as stairs was known at Gangoyle. It stood about half a mile from the Mary River on the edge of a creek which ran into it. The principal edifice, that in which the Heathcots lived, contained only one sitting-room and a bedroom on each side of it. But in truth there was another room, very spacious, in which the family really passed their time, and this was the veranda which ran along the front and two ends of the house. It was twelve feet broad, and of course of great length.

Here was clustered at the rocking chairs and sofas and work-tables, and very often the cradle of the family. Here stood Mrs Heathcote's sewing-machine, and here the master would sprawl at his length, what his wife or his wife's sister read to him. It was here in fact that they lived, having a parlour simply for their meals. Behind the main edifice there stood each apart, various buildings, forming an irregular quadrangle. The kitchen came first with a small adjacent chamber in which slept the Chinese man-cook, Sin Singh, as he had come to be called. Then the cottage, consisting also of three rooms and a small veranda, in which lived Harry's super-average.

superintendent, commonly known as Old Bates, a man who had been a squatter once himself, and having lost his all in bad times, now worked for a small salary. In the cottage two of the rooms were devoted to hospitality, when, as was not unusual, guests known or unknown, came that way, and here Harry himself would sleep, if the entertainment of other ladies crowded the best apartments. Then, at the back of the quadrangle was the store, perhaps of all the buildings the most important. In here was kept a kind of shop, which was supposed, according to an obsolete rule,

to be open for custom for half a day, twice a week. The exigencies of the station did not allow this regularity, but after some fashion the shop was maintained. Tea was to be bought here, and sugar, tobacco and pickles, jam, nails, boots, hats, thanal shirts, and mullskin trousers. anybody who came might buy, but the intention was to provide the station hands, who would otherwise have had to go or send 30 miles for the supply of their wants.

Very little money was taken here, generally none, but the quantity of pickles, jam and tobacco sold was great. The men would consume large quantities of these bush delicacies, and the cost would be deductive from their wages. The tea and sugar and flour also were given out weekly as rationed, so much a week, a meat was supplied to them after the same fashion. For it was the duty of this young autocratic patriarch to find provisions for all who were employed round him. For such luxuries as jam and tobacco, the men paid themselves.

On the fourth side of the quadrangle was a rough coach-house and rougher stables. The carriage part of the establishment consisted of two buggies, so-called always in the bush, open carriages on four wheels, one of which was intended to hold two, and the other four sitters. A londoner, looking at them, would have declared them to be hopeless ruins, but Harry Heath could still make wonderful journeys in them, taking care generally that the wheels were sound, and using ropes for the repair of dilapidations. The stables were almost unnecessary, as the horses, of which the supply at Gangoy was very large, roamed in the horse paddock, and comparatively small.

enclosure containing not above three or four hundred acres and were driven up when they were wanted. One horse was always kept close at home with which to catch the others, but this horse, for handiness, was generally hitched to a post outside the kitchen door. Harry was proud of his horses and was sometimes heard to say that a few men in England had a lot of thirty at hand as he had, out of which so many would be able to carry a man eighty miles in eight hours at a moment's notice. But his table arrangements would not have commanded respect in the shires. The animals were never groomed, never fed, and many of them never shod. They lived upon grass, and Harry always said, cut their own bread and butter for themselves.

Gangoyle was certainly very pretty. The veranda was covered in with striped blinds, so that when the sun shone hot, or when the rains fell heavily, or when the mosquitoes were more than usually troublesome, there might be something of the protection of an enclosed room. Up all the posts there were flowering creepers, which covered the front with greenery, even when the flowers were wanting. From the front of the house down to the creek there was a pleasant, failing garden, heart-breaking indeed in regard to vegetables, for the opossoms always came first, and they who followed the opossoms got but little. But the garden gave a pleasant, home-like look to the place, and was very dear to Harry, who was perhaps indifferent in regard to peas and tomatoes.

Harry Heathcote was very proud of the place, for he had made it all himself, having pulled down a wretched barrack that he had found there. But he was far prouder of his woolshed, which he had also built, and which he regarded as first and foremost among woolsheds in those parts. By and by we should be called on to visit the woolshed. Though Heathcote had done all this for Gengoyle, it must be understood that the vast extent of territory over which his sheep ran was by no means his own property. he was simply the tenant of the crown, paying a rent computed at so much a sheep. He had indeed purchased the ground on which his house stood, but this he had done simply to guard himself against other purchasers. These other purchasers were the bane of his existence,

the one great sorrow which, as he said, broke his heart. While he was speaking, a rough-looking lad, about sixteen years of age, came through the parlour to the veranda, dressed very much like his master, but unwashed, uncombed, and with that wild look which falls upon those who wander about the Australian plains living a nomad life. This was Jacko, so called, and no one knew him by any other name, a lad whom he's got her picked up about six months since,

and who had become a favourite. The old woman says as he was wanting me, suggested Jacko. Go to be fine tonight, Jacko. Jacko went to the edge of the verand and looked up to the sky, "'My word, little squal are coming,' he said. "'I wish it would come from ten thousand buckets,' said the master. "'Auckets at all?' said Jacko. "'Want the horses, master?'

"'Of course, I want the horses, and I want you to come with me. There are two horses settled there. I'll ride Hamlet. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of Harry Heathcut of Gang Goyle by Anthony Trollope. this Librevox recording is in the public domain Recording by Simon Evers Chapter 2 A Knight's Ride

Harry jumped from the ground kissed his wife called her old girl and told her to be happy and got on his horse at the garden gate Both the ladies came off of the veranda to see him start It's as dark as pitch said Kate Daly

That's because you've just come out of the light But it is dark, quite dark "'You won't be late, will you?' said the wife. "'I can't be very early, as it's near ten now. "'I shall be back about twelve.' "'So saying he broke at once into a gallop "'and vanished into the night, "'his young grooms scampering after him.

"'Why should he go out now?' "'Kate said to her sister. "'He's afraid of fire. "'But he can't the breadth of fires "'by riding about in the dark. "'I suppose the fires come from the heat. "'He thinks they come from enemies "'and he has heard something.

One wretched man may do so much when everything is dried to tinder. I do so wish it would rain. The night, in truth, was very dark. It was now midsummer, at which time with us the days are so long that the coming of the one almost catches the departure of its predecessor. But Gengoyle was not far outside the tropics, and there were no long summer nights. The heat was intense,

but there was a low, sowing wind which seemed to moan among the trees without moving them. as they crossed the little home enclosure and the horse paddock the track was just visible the trees been dead and the spaces open about half a mile from the house while they were still in the horse paddock Harry turned from the track and Jacko of course turned with him you could sit your horse jumping Jacko he asked My word jump like Laurie answered Jacko he was soon tried Harry rode at the bush fence

which was not indeed much of a fence made of logs lengthways and crossways about three feet and a half high, and went over it. Jaco followed him, rushing his horse at the leap, losing his seat, and almost falling over the animal's shoulders as he came to the ground. My word, said Jacko, just saving himself by a scramble. Whoever saw the like of that? Why don't you sit in your saddle, you stupid young duffer? Sit in my saddle?

Why, don't he jump proper? Why do you go on? I don't know that I'm a duffer. Duffer indeed, my word. Heathcote had turned to the left, leaving the track, which was indeed the main road toward the nearest town and the coast, and was now pushing on through the forest with no pathway at all to guide him. To ordinary eyes, the attempt to steer any course would have been hopeless,

but an Australian squatter, if he have any well-grounded claim to the character of a bushman, has eyes which are not ordinary, and he has probably nurtured within himself, unconsciously, topographical instincts which are unintelligible to the inhabitants. of cities. Harry too was near his own home and went forward through the thick loom without a doubt, Jacko following him faithfully. In about half an hour they came to another fence, but now it was too absolutely dark for jumping. Harry had not seen it till he was close to it, and then he pulled up his horse. My word, why don't you jump away, Mr. Harry? Who's a duffer now?

Hold your tongue while I'll put my whip across your back. Get down and help me pull a log away. the horses couldn't see where to put their feet. Jacko did as he was bid and worked hard, but still grumble at having been called a duffer. The animals were quickly led over, the logs were replaced, and the two were again galloping through the forest. I thought you were making for the woolshed, said Jacko.

We're eight miles beyond the woolshed, said Harry. They had now crossed another paddock and had come to the extreme fence on the run. The gang or the pastures extended much further, but in that direction had not as yet been enclosed. Here they both got off their horses and walked along the fence till they came to an opening with a slip panel or movable bars

which had been Heathcote's intended destination. Hold the horses, Jacko, till I come back, he said. Jacko, when alone, nothing daunted by the darkness or solitude, seated himself on the top rail, took out a pipe and struck a match. When the tobacco was ignited, he dropped the match on the dry grass at his feet. and a little flame instantly sprang up. The boy waited a few seconds till the flames began to run,

and then, putting his feet together on the ground, stamped out the incipient fire. "'My word,' said Jacko to himself, "'it's easy done, anyway.' Harry went on to the left for about half a mile, and then stood leaning against the fence. It was very dark, but he was now looking over into an enclosure which had been altogether cleared of trees,

and which, as he knew well, had been cultivated and was covered. with sugarcains. Where he stood, he was not distant above a quarter of mile from the river, and the field before him ran down to the banks. This was the selected land of Giles Medlicott, two years since a portion of his own run, which had now been purchased from the government, for the loss of which he had received and was entitled to receive no compensation. And the matter was made worse for him by the fact that the interloper had come between him and the river. But he was not standing here near midnight, merely to exercise his wrath by straining

his eyes through the darkness at his neighbour's crops. He put his finger into his mouth to wet it, and then held it up that he might discover which way the light breath of wind was coming. There were still the low moan to be heard continually through the forest, and yet not a leaf seemed to be moved. After a while he caught a sound and put his ear down to the ground. He distinctly heard a footstep, and, rising up, walked quickly towards the spot whence the noise came. "'Who's that?' he said as he saw the figure of a man standing on his side of the fence and leaning against it with a pipe in his mouth. "'Who are you?' replied the man on the fence.

"'My name is Medlicott.' "'Oh, Mr. Meddicott, is it?' "'Is that Mr. Heathcott? "'Good night, Mr. Heathcote. "'You're going about at a late hour of the night?' "'I have to go about early and late, but I ain't later than you.' "'I'm close at home,' said Medlicott. "'I am, at a particular rate, on my own run,' said Harry.

"'You mean to say that I'm trespassing?' said the other, "'because I can very soon jump back over the fence.' "'Ha, I didn't mean that at all, Mr. Medlicott. "'Anybody that's welcome on my run, night or day, who knows how to behave himself.' "'I hope I'm included in that list.' "'Just so, of course, considering the state that everything is in "'and all the damage that a fire would do, "'I rather wish that people would be a little but more careful,

about smoking. Mark Keynes, Mr Heathcote, would burn quite as quickly as your grass. It's not only the grass. I have a hundred miles of fencing on the rum which is as dry as tender, not to talk of the station and the woolshed. They shan't suffer from my neglect, Mr. Heathcote. You have men about who may be so careful. The wind, such as it is, is coming right across from your place.

If there were light enough, I could show you three or four patches where there has been afar within half a mile of this spot. there was a log burning there for two or three days not long ago which was lighted by one of our men ah that was a fortnight since there was no heat then and the men were boiling their cattle i spoke about it a log like that mr mendicott will burn for weeks sometimes i'll tell you fairly what i'm afraid of there's a man with you whom i turned out of the shed last shearing and i think he might put a match down not by accident ah you mean noakes as far as i know he's a decent man "'You wouldn't have me not employ a man just because you dismissed him?' "'Ah, certainly not. That is, I shouldn't think of dictating to you about such a thing.' "'Well, no, Mr. Heathcott, I suppose not. "'Notts has got to earn his bed, though you did dismiss him.

"'I don't know that he's not as an honest a man as you or I.' "'If so, there's three of us very bad. "'That's all, Mr. Medlicott. "'Good-night, and if you'll trouble yourself to look after the ash of your tobacco, "'it might be the saving of me and all I have.' So saying he turned round and made his way back to the horses. Medicoot had placed himself on the fence, joined the interview, and he still kept his seat. Of course, he was now thinking of the man who had just left him, whom he declared to himself to an ignorant, prejudiced, ill-constituted cur.

I believe in his heart he thinks that I'm going to set fire to his run, he said almost aloud, and because he grows wool, he thinks himself above everybody in the colony. He occupies thousands of acres and employs four men. i till about two hundred and maintain thirty families he's such a pig that he can't understand all that and he thinks that i must be something low because i bought with my own money a bit of land which never belonged to him and which he couldn't use such was the nature of giles medicoat's soliloquy as he sat swinging his legs and still smoking his pipe on the fence which divided his sugar game from the other young man's run and harry keith thought uttered his soliloquy also I wouldn't swear that he wouldn't do it himself after all, meaning that he almost suspected that Medlicott himself would be an incendiary. To him and his way of thinking,

a man who would take advantage of the law to buy a bit of another man's land, or become a free selector, as the term goes, was a public enemy and might be presumed capable of any iniquity. It was all very well for the girls, meaning his wife and sister-in-law, to tell him that Medlicot had the manners of a gentleman and had come of decent people. Women were always soft enough to be taken by soft hands, a good-looking face and a decent coat.

This medlicut went about dressed like a man in the towns, exhibiting, as Harry thought, a contemptible, unmanly finery. Of what use was it to tell him that medlicott was a gentleman? What Harry knew was that since Medlicott had come, he had lost his sheep, that the heads of three or four had been found buried on Medi-Cut's side of his run, and that if he dismissed a hand,

Medlicut employed him. A proceeding which in Harry Heathcote's aristocratic and patriarchal views of life was altogether ungentlemanlike. How were the hands to be kept in their place if one employer of labour did not back up another? He'd been warned to be on his guard against fire. The warnings had hardly been implicit, but yet had come in a shape which made him unable to ignore them.

Old Bates, who he trusted implicitly, and who was a man of very few words had told him to be on his guard. The German, at whose hut he had been in the morning, Carl Bender, by name, and a servant of his own, had told him that there would be a far-about before long. Why should anyone want to ruin me? Harry had asked. Did I ever wrong a man of a shilling? The German had learned to know his young master, had made his way through the crust of his master's character, and was prepared to be faithful at all points. though he too could have quarrelled and have avenged himself,

had it not chance that he come to the point of loving instead of hating his employer. "'You like too much to be governor overall,' said the German. He stooped over the fire in his own hut, in his anxiety to boil the water for Heathcote's tea. "'Somebody must be governor, or everything would go to the devil,' said Harry. "'And that's true. "'Ornif fellows don't like to be made filet,' said the German. "'Nox, he was made philip when you put him over it again.' But neither would Bates nor the German express absolute suspicion of any man.

For Medlicat's hands of the sugar mill were stealing his sheep, Harry thought that he knew. But that was comparatively a small affair, and he would not have pressed it, as he was without absolute evidence. And even he had a feeling that it would be unwise to increase the anger felt against himself, at any rate, join the present heats. Jacko had his pipe still alight when Heathcote returned. You young monkey, said he, have you been using matches? Why not, Mr. Harry?

Don't the grass burn ready, Mr. Harry? My word. Then Jacko stooped down, lit another match, and showed Heathcote the burned patch. Was it so when we came? Harry asked, with emotion. Jacko, still leaning on the ground and holding the lighted match in his hand, shook his head and tapped his breast. "'indicating that he had burned the grass.

"'You dropped the match by accident?' "'My word now. Did it a purpose to see. "'It's all just one as gumpowder, Mr. Harry?' "'Hary got on his horse without a word "'and rode away through the forest, "'taking a direction different from that by which he had come, "'and the boy followed him. "'He was by no means certain that this young fellow might not turn against him,

"'but it had been a part of his theory "'to make no difference to any man because of such fears. If he could make the men around him respect him, then they would treat him well, but they could never be brought to respect him by flattery. He was very nearly right in his views of men, and would have been right altogether, could he have seen accurately what justice demanded for others as well as for himself. As far as the intention went, he was minded to be just to every man.

It seemed, as they were riding, that the heat grew fiercer and fiercer, though there was still the same moaning sound there was not a breath of air. They had now got upon a track very well known to Heathcote, which led up from the river to the Walshed, and so on to the station, and they had turned homeward. When they were near the Walsheds, suddenly there fell a heavy drop or two of rain. Harry stopped and turned his face upward, when in a moment the whole heavens above him and the forests around

were illumined by a flash of lightning so near them that it made each of them start in his sound. saddle and made the horses shudder in every limb. Then came the roll of thunder immediately over their heads, and with the thunder rained so thick and fast that Harry's ten thousand buckets seemed to be emptied directly over their heads. God, Amardi has put the fires out now, said Jacko. Harry paused for a moment, feeding the rain through to his bones, for he had nothing on over his shirt, and rejoicing in it. Yes, he said, we may go to bed for a week and let the grass grow and the creeks fill and the earth cool. Half an hour like this over the whole run,

and there won't be a dry stick on it. As they went on, the horses splashed through the water. It seemed as though a deluge were falling, and that already the ground beneath their feet was becoming a lake. We might have too much of this, Jacko. My word, yes. I don't want to have the Mary flooded again. My word, no. But by the time they reached the woolshed, it was over. from the first drop to the last there had hardly been a space of twenty minutes but there was a noise of waters as the little streams washed hither and thither

to their destined courses and still the horses splashed and still there was the feeling of an insipient deluge when they reached the woolshed Harry again got off his horse and Jacko, disbinding also, hitched the two animals to the post and followed his master into the building

Harry struck a wax match and holding it up strove to look round the building by the feeble light which it shed. It was a remarkable edifice built in the shape of a great tea, open at the sides with a sharp-pitched timber roof covered with felt, which came down within four feet of the ground. It was calculated to hold about four hundred sheep at a time, and was divided into pens of various sizes, partitioned off for various purposes. If Harry Heathcote was sure of any of any of it,

he was sure that his woolshed was the best that had ever been built in this district. "'What, Jiminy? What's that?' said Jacko. "'Did you hear anything?' Jacko pointed with his finger down the centre walk of the shed, and Harry, striking another match as he went, rushed forward. But the match was out as soon as ignited, and gave no glimmer of light. Nevertheless, he saw, or thought that he saw, the figure of a man escaping out of the open end of the shed. The place itself was black as midnight, but the space beyond was clear of trees, and the

darkness outside being a few shades lighter than within the building allowed something of the outline of a figure to be visible. And as the man escaped, the sounds of his footsteps were audible enough. Harry called to him, but of course received no answer. Had he pursued him he would have been obliged to cross sundry rails, which would have so delayed him as to give him no chance of success. I knew there was a fellow-ableness. I knew there was a fellow-ablish. he said, one of our own men would not have run like that. Jacko shook his head but did not speak. He's got in here for shelter out of the Rhine, but he was doing no good about the place.

Jacko again shook his head. I wonder who he was. Jacko came up and whispered in his ear. Bill Noakes. You couldn't see him. See the drag of his leg. Now it was well known that the man Noakes had injured some of his muscles and habitually dragged one foot after another.

I don't think you could have been sure of him by such a glimpse as that. "'Mive not,' said the boy, only I'm sure as sure. Harry Heathcote said not another word, but getting again upon his horse galloped home. It was past one when he reached the station, but the two girls were waiting up for him, and at once began to condole with him because he was wet. "'Wet?' said Harry. "'If you could only know how much I prefer things being wet to dry, just at present. But give Jacko some supper. I must keep that young fellow in good humour if I can.

So Jacko had half a loaf of bread and a small pot of jam, and a large jug of cold tea provided for him, in the enjoyment of which luxuries he did not seem to be in the least impeded by the fact that he was wet through to the skin. Harry Heathcott had another nobler, being only the second in the day, and then went to bed. End of Chapter 2. 3 of Harry Heathcote of Gangoyle by Anthony Trollope. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recorded by Simon Evers. Chapter 3, Medlicat's Mill. As Harry said, they might all nigh lie in bed for a day or two. The rain had set aside for the time, the necessity for that urgent

watchfulness which kept all hands on the station hard at work during the great heat. There was not generally much rest during the year at Gengoyle, lambing in April and May, washing and shearing in September, October and November, with the fear of fires and the necessary precautions in December and January, did not leave more than sufficient intervals for looking after the water dams, making and mending fences, procuring stores, and attending to the ailments of the flocks.

No man worked harder than the young squatter, but now there had suddenly come a day or two of rest, rest from work which was not of itself productive but only remedial, and which therefore was not begrudged. But it soon was apparent that the rest could be only for a day or two. The rain had fallen as from ten thousand buckets, but it had fallen only for a space of minutes. On the following morning the thirsty earth had apparently swallowed all the flood. The water in the creek beneath the house stood two feet higher than it had done, and Harry, when he visited the dams round the run, found they were full to overflowing, and the grasses were already springing, so quick is the all but tropical growth of the country.

They might be safe, perhaps, for eight and forty hours. Fire would run only when the ground was absolutely dry, and when every twig or leaf was a combustible. But during those eight and forty hours there might be comparative ease at Gangoyle. On the day following the night of the ride, Mrs Heathcote suggested to her husband that she and Kate should ride over to Mediard. Muddlycott's mill, as the place was already named, and call on Mrs. Medlicott. "'It isn't Christian,' she said, for people living out in the bush as we are to quarrel with their neighbours just because they are neighbours.' "'N Neighbours,' said Harry, "'I don't know any word that there's so much humbug about.

The Samaritan was the best neighbour I ever heard of, and he lived a long way off, I take it. Anyway, he wasn't a free selector.' "'Harry, that's profane.' "'Everything I say is wicked. "'You can go, of course, if you like it. "'I don't want to quarrel with anybody.' "'Quorrelling is so uncomfortable,' said his wife. "'That's a matter of taste.

"'There are people whom I find it very comfortable to quarrel with. "'I shouldn't at all like not to quarrel with the brownbies, "'and I'm not at all sure it may come to the same "'with Mr. Charles Medlicat. "'The brownbies live by sheep-stealing and horse-stealing, "'and Medi-Clop means to live by employing sheep-stealers and horse-stealers. you can go if you like it you won't want me to go with you will you have the baggy but the ladies said that they would ride the air was cooler now than it had been and they would like the exercise they would take jacko with them to open the slip rails and they would be back by seven for dinner so they started taking the track by the woolshed the woolshed was about two miles from the station and medlicott's mill was seven miles farther on the bank of the river mr giles medlicott's that Gengor and he was still spoken of as a newcomer,

had already been located for nearly two years on the land which he had purchased immediately on his coming to the colony. He had come out direct from England with the intention of growing sugar, and, whether successful or not in making money, had certainly succeeded in growing crops of sugar-cains and in erecting a mill for crushing them. It probably takes more than two years for a man himself to discover whether he can achieve ultimate success in such an enterprise,

and Medlicott was certainly not a man likely to talk much to others of his private concerns. The mill had just been built, and he had lived there himself as soon as a water-type room had been constructed. It was only within the last three months that he had completed a small cottage residence and had brought his mother to live with him. Hitherto he had hardly made himself popular. He was not either fish or foul. The squatters regarded him as an interloper, and as a man holding opinions directly averse to their own interests, in which they were right. And the small free selectors who lived on the labours of their own hands, or, as was said of many of them, by stealing sheep and cattle, knew well that he was not of their class.

But Medlicott had gone his way steadfastly, if not happily, and complained aloud to no one in the midst of his difficulties. He had not perhaps found the paradise which he had expected in Queensland, but he had had had, found that he could grow sugar, and, having begun the work, he was determined to go on with it. Heathcote was his nearest neighbour, and the only man in his only rank of life who lived within twenty miles of him. When he had started his enterprise, he had hoped to make this man his friend, not comprehending of first how great a cause for hostility was created by the very purchase of the land. He had been a newcomer from the old country, and, being alone, had desired friendship. He was Harry Heathcote's equal in education, intelligence and fortune, if not in birth,

which surely in the Australian bush need not account for much. He had assumed, when first meeting the squatter, that good fellowship between them on equal terms would be acceptable to both, but his overtures had been coldly received. Then he too had drawn himself up, had declared that Heathcote was an ignorant ass, and had unconsciously made up his mind to commence hostilities. It was in this spirit that he had taken noakes into his mill, of whose character, had he inquired about it, he would certainly have heard no good.

He had now brought his mother to Medlicott's mill. She and the gang-goer ladies had met each other on neutral ground, and it was almost necessary that they should either be friends or absolute enemies. Mrs Heath could have been aware of this, and had declared that enmity was horrible. "'Upon my word,' said Harry, "'I sometimes think that friendship is more so. "'I suppose I'm fitted for bush life,

"'for I want to see no one from year's end to years' end, "'but my own family and my own people.' "'And yet this young patriarch in the wilderness "'was only twenty-four years old "'and to be dedicated at an English school. "'Medlico's cottage was about a hundred and fifty yards from the mill, "'looking down upon the Mary, "'the banks of which of this spot were almost precipitous.

"'The site for the first of the... plantation had been chosen because the river afforded the means of carriage down to the sea, and the mill had been so constructed that the sugar hogsheads could be lowered from the buildings into the river boats. Here Mrs. Heathcote and Kate Daly found the old lady sitting at work all alone in the veranda. She was a handsome old woman with grey hair, 70 years of age, with wrinkled face and a toothless mouth, but with bright eyes and with no signs of the infirmity of age. "'This is a gay kind of you to run so far to see an old woman,' she said. Mrs Heathcote declared that they were used to the heat, and that after the rain the air was pleasant.

"'You're two bright lasses in your heart, she said. I'm old and just out of Cumberland, and I find it's hot enough, and I'm no good at horseback at all. I didn't know how I'm to get a boot.' Then Mrs. Heathcote explained that there was an excellent track for a buggy all the way to gang-goil. "'Diles is I telling me that I'm to gang a boot in a boogie, but I didn't feel sure of they boogies.' Mrs Heathcote of course praised the country carriages and the country roads and the country generally. Tea was brought in, and the old lady was delighted with her guests. Since she'd been at the mill, weak had followed weak, and she'd see no woman's face but that of

the uncouth girl who waited upon her. "'Did he ever see rain like that?' she said, putting up her hands. I thought the Lord was sending his clouds down upon us in a lump-like. Then she told them that some of the men had declared that if it went on like that for two hours, the merry would rise and take the cottage away. Jiles, however, declared that to be trash, as the cottage was twenty feet above the ordinary course of the river. They were just rising to take their leave when Jarles Medlicott himself came in out of the mill. He was a man of good presence, dark and tall like Heathcote, but stoutly made, with a strongly marked face, given to frowning much when he was eager, bright-eyed with a broad forehead, certainly a man to be observed as far as his appearance was concerned. He was dressed

much as a gentleman dresses in the country at home, and was therefore accounted to be a fop by Harry Heathcote than that which has been described. Harry was an aristocrat, and hated such innovations in the bush as cloth coats and tweed trousers and neck handkerchiefs. Medicut had been full of wrath against his neighbour all the morning. There had been a tone in Heathcote's voice when he gave his parting morning as to the fire in Medlicat's pipe, which the sugar-grower had felt to be intentionally insolent. Nothing had been said which could be openly resented, but offence had surely been intended, and then he'd remember that his mother had been already some months at the mill, and that no mark of neighbourly courtesy had been shown to her. The Heathcats had,

he thought, chosen to assume themselves to be superior to him and his, and to treat him as there he had been some labouring man who had saved money enough to purchase a bit of lamb for himself. He was, therefore, astonished to find the two young ladies sitting with his mother, on the very day after such an interview as that of the preceding night. The ladies from Gangorjoys have been good enough to ride over and see me, said his mother. Medlicott, of course, shook hands with them and expressed his sense of their kindness, but he did it awkwardly. He soon, however, declared his purpose of riding part of the way back with them.

"'I, Mr. Heikov, must have been very wet last night,' he said, when they were on horseback, addressing himself to Kate Daly rather than to her sister. "'Indeed he was, wet to the skin, were you not?' "'I saw him at about eleven before the rain began. I was close home and just escaped. He must have been under it all. Does he often go about the run in that way at night?' "'Only when he's afraid of fires,' said Kate. "'Is there much to be afraid of? I don't suppose that anybody can be so wicked as a wish to burn the grass.' Then the ladies took upon themselves to explain.

The farthest might be caused from negligence or trifling accidents or might possibly come from the unaided heat of the sun. Or there might be enemies. My word, yes, enemies rather, said Jacko, who was riding close behind and who had no idea of being kept out of the conversation merely because he was a servant. Mediucott, turning round, looked at the lad and asked who were the enemies. Free selectors, said Jacko. "'I'm a free selector,' said Medecot.

"'Did not just mean you,' said Jacko. "'Jacko, you better hold your tongue,' said Mrs Heathcote. "'Hold my tongue, my word. "'Well, you go on.' Medlicott came as far as the woolshed, and then said that he would return. He had thoroughly enjoyed his ride. Kate Daly was bright and pretty and winning, and in the bush, when a man has not seen a lady perhaps for months,

brightness and prettiness and winning ways, have a double charm. to ride with fair women over turf through a forest where the woman who may perhaps some day be wooed can be a matter of indifference only to a very lethargic man charles medlicate was by no means lethargic he owed to himself that though heathcote was a pig-headed ass the ladies were very nice and he thought that the pig-headed ass in choosing one of them for himself had by no means taken the nicest you'll never find your way back said kate if you've not been here before? I never was here before, and I suppose I must find my way back. Then he was urged to come on and dined at Gangaul, with a promise that Jacko should return with him in the evening. But this he would not do.

Heathcote was a pig-headed ass, who possibly regarded him as an incendiary simply because he bought some land. This boy of Heathcote whose services had been offered to him had not scrupled to tell him to his face that he was to be regarded as an enemy. Much as he liked the company of Kate Daly, he could not go to the house of that stupid, arrogant, pig-headed young squatter. I'm not such a bad bushman but what I can find my way to the river, he said. Find it blindful, said Jacko, who did not relish the idea of going back to Medlicut's mill

as guide to another man. There was a weakness in the idea that such aid could be necessary, which was revolting to Jacko's sense of bush independence. They were standing on their horses at the entrance to the woolshed, as their discussed the point, when suddenly Harry himself appeared out of the building. He came up and shook hands with Medlicot with sufficient courtesy, but hardly with cordiality, and then asked his wife as to her ride. We've been very jolly, haven't we, Kate? Of course it has been hot, but everything is not so frightfully parched as it was before the rain. As Mr. Medlicot has come back so far with us,

we want him to come on and dine. Pray do, Mr. Medlicot, said Harry, but again, the tone of his voice was not sufficiently hearty to satisfy the man who was invited. Thanks, no, I think I'll hardly do that. Good night, Mrs. Heathcote. Good night, Miss Daly. And the two ladies immediately perceived that his voice, which had hitherto been pleasant in their ears, had ceased to be cordial. I'm very glad he's gone back, says Heathcote. Why do you say, Sir Harry, you're not given to be inhospitable,

and why should you grudge me and Kate the rare pleasure of seeing a strange face? "'I'll tell you why. It's not about him at this moment. But I've been disturbed. Jacko, go on to the station and say we're coming. Do you hear me? Go on at once.' Then Jacko, somewhat unwillingly, galloped off toward the house. "'Get of your horses and come in.' He helped the two ladies from their saddles, and they all went into the woolshed, Harry leading the way. In one of the side-pens immediately under the roof there was a large heap of leaves, the outside portion of which was at present damp, for the rain had beaten in upon it, but which had been as dry as tinder when

collected. And there was a row, or ridge, of mixed brushwood and leaves, so constructed as to form a line from the grass outside onto the heap. The fellow who did that was an ass, said Harry, a greater ass than I should have taken him to be, not to have known that if he could have gotten the grass to burn outside, the woolshare must have gone without all that preparation. but there isn't much difficulty now in seeing what the fellow has intended. Was it for a fire? asked Kate. Of course it was. He wouldn't have been contented with the grass and fences,

but wanted to make sure of the shed also. He'd have come to the house and burned us in our beds. Only a fellow like that is too much of a card to run the risk of being seen. But Harry, why didn't he light it when he'd done it? said Mrs Heathcote. Because the Almighty sent the rain at that very moment, said Harry. striking the top rail of one of the pens with his fist. "'I'm not much given to talk about Providence,

"'but this looks like it, does it not?' "'He might have put a match in at the moment. "'Rain or no rain?' "'Yes, he might. "'But he was interrupted by more than the rain. "'I got into the shed myself just at that moment. "'I and Jacko. "'It was last night when the rain was pouring.

"'I heard the man, and dark was of the night. "'I saw his figure as he fled away.' "'You didn't know him?' said Miss Daly. but that boy who has the eyes of a cat he knew him jacko jacko knew him by his gait i should have hardly wanted anyone to tell me who it was i could have known the man at once but the fear of doing an injustice and who was it our friend medlicate's prime favourite and new factotum mr william noakes mr william noakes is the gentleman who intends to burn us all out of house and home and mr medlicott is the gentleman whose pleasure it is to keep mr noakes in the neighbourhood The two women stood awestruck for a moment, but a sense of justice prevailed upon the rife to speak. "'That may be all true,' she said. "'Perhaps it is as you say about that man.

"'But you would not therefore think that Mr. Medlicott knows anything about it?' "'It would be impossible,' said Kate. "'I have not accused him,' said Harry, "'but he knows that the man was dismissed, and yet keeps him about the place. "'Of course he is responsible.' "' End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of Harry Heathcote of Gangoyle by Anthony Trollope. This Librevox recording is in the public domain.

Recording by Simon Evers. Chapter 4. Harry Heathcote's appeal. For the first mile between the woolshed and the house, Heathcote and the two ladies rode without saying a word. There was something so terrible in the reality of the danger which encompassed them that they hardly felt inclined to discuss it. Harry's dislike to Medlicat was quite a thing apart. that someone had intended to burn down the bullshed

and have made preparation for doing so was apparent to the women as to him and the man who had been balked by a shower of rain in his first attempt might soon find an opportunity for a second Harry was well aware that even Jacko's assertion could not be taken as evidence against the man whom he suspected in all probability no further attempt will be made upon the bullshed but a fire on some distant part of the run

would be much more injurious to him than the man mere burning of a building. The fire that might ruin him would be one which would get ahead before it was seen, and scour across the ground, consuming the grass down to the very roots over thousands of acres, and destroying fencing over many miles. Such fires pass on, leaving the standing trees unscathed, avoiding even the scrub which is too moist with the sap of life for consumption, but licking up with fearful rapidity everything that the sun has dried. He could watched the woolshed and house, but with no possible care could he so watch the whole run as to justify him in feeling security. There need be no preparation of leaves, a match thrown

loosely on the ground would do it, and in regard to a match so thrown, it would be impossible to prove a guilty intention. "'Or be not to have dispersed the heap,' said Mrs Heathcote at last. The minds of all of them were full of the matter, but these were the first word spoken. I'll leave it as it is, said Harry, giving no reason for his decision. He was too full of thought, too heavily laden with anxiety, to speak much. Come, let's get on, you want your dinner, and it's getting dark. So they cantered on, and got off their horses at the gate without another word. And not another word was spoken on the subject that night.

Harry was very silent, walking up and down the veranda with his pipe in his mouth, not lying on the ground in idle enjoyment, and there was no reading. The two sisters looked at him from time to time with wistful, anxious eyes, half afraid to disturb him by speech. As for him, he felt that the weight was all on his own shoulders. He had worked hard and was on the way to being rich. I do not know that he thought much about money, but he thought very much of success. And he was by nature anxious, sanguine, and impulsive.

there might be before him within the next week such desolation as would break his heart he knew men who had been ruined and had borne their ruin almost without a wail who had seemed contented to descend to security a mere absence from want there was his own superintendent old bates who if though he grumbled at everything else never bewailed his own fate but he knew of himself that any such blow would nearly kill him such a blow that is as might drive him from gang-goil and force him to be the servant instead of the master of men. Not to be master of all around him seemed to him to be misery. The merchants at Brisbane, who took his wool and supplied him with stores, had advanced money when he first bought his run, and he still owed them some thousands of pounds. The injury which a great fire would do him

would bring him to such a condition that the merchants would demand to have their money repaid. He understood it all and knew well that it was after this fashion that many a squatter before him had been ruined. "'Speak a word to me about it,' his wife said to him imploringly, when they were alone together that night. "'My darling, if there were a word to say, I would say it. "'I must be on the watch and do the best I can. "'A present the earth is too damp for mischief.

"'Oh, that it would rain again. "'There will be heat enough before the summer is over. "'We need not doubt that. "'But I will tell you of everything as we go on. "'I will endeavour to have the man watched. "'God bless you. go to sleep, try to get it out of your thoughts. On the following morning he breakfasted early,

and mounted his horse without a word as to the purport of his journey. This was in accordance with the habit of his life, and would not excite observation, but there was something in his manner which made both the ladies feel that he was intent on some special object. When he intended simply to ride round his fences or to visit the hut of some distant servant, a few minutes signified nothing.

He would stand under the veranda and talk, and the women would endeavour to keep him from the saddle. But now there was no loitering and but little talking. He said a word to Jaco, who brought the horse for him, and then started at a gallop toward the woolshed. He did not stop a moment at the shed, not even entering it to see whether the heap of leaves had been displaced during the night,

but went on straight to Medlicott's mill. He rode the nine miles in an hour, and at once entered the building in which the canes were crushed. The first man he met was Noakes, who acted as overseer, having a gang of Polynesian labourers under him. Sleak, swarthy fellows from the South Sea Islands, with linen trousers on and nothing else, who crept silently among the vats and machinery, shifting the sugar as it was made. "'Well, Noakes,' said Harry, "'how are you getting on? Is Mr. Medlicat here?' Noakes was a big fellow with a broad, solid face, which would not have condemned him among physiognomists,

but for a bad eye which could not look you in the face. He had been a boundary rider for Heathcote, and on an occasion had been impertinent, refusing to leave the yard behind the house unless something was done which those about the place refused to do for him. During the discussion Harry had come in, the man had been drinking and was still insolent, and Harry had ejected him violently thrusting him over a gate.

The man had returned the next morning, and had then been sent about his business. He had been employed at Medlicott's Mill, but from the day of his dismissal to this he and Harry had never met each other face to face. I'm pretty well, thank you, Mr Heathcut. I'll be all the same, and the ladies.

Master's about somewhere, I'll take it. Picky, go and find the master. Picky was one of the Polynesians who at once started on his errand. Have you been over to Gangoyles since you left it? said Harry, looking the man full in the face. Not I, Mr. Heathcote, I never go where I've had words,

and to tell you the truth sugar is better than sheep. I'm very comfortable here, and I never liked your work. You haven't been at the woolshed? What, the gang-oil shed? What the place did I go there for? It's about ten miles from here. Seven, noakes. Oh, seven, is it?

It's a longish seven hours, Mr Heathcote. How can I get that distance? I am so good at walking as I was before I was hurt. You should have remembered that, Mr. Heathcote, when you laid hands on me the other day? You're not much the worse for what I did. nor yet for the accident, I take it. At any rate, you've not been at Gangoyle Walshed.

No, I've not, said the man roughly. What the mischief should I be doing is yours yet at night-time? I said nothing about night-time. I'm here all day, ain't I? If you're going to palm off when his story against me, Mr. Heathcote, you'll find yourself in the wrong box. What I does, I does on the square. Heathcott was now quite sure that Jacker had been right.

He had not doubted much before, but now he did not doubt at all, but that the man with whom he was speaking was the wretch who was endeavouring to ruin him. And he felt certain also that Jacko was true to him. He knew too that he had plainly declared his suspicion to the man himself. But he resolved upon doing this. He could in no way assist him in circumventing the man's villainy by keeping his suspense to himself.

The man might be frightened, and in spite of all that had passed between him and Medlicat, he still thought it possible that he might induce the sugar-grower to cooperate with him in driving Noakes from the neighbourhood. He had spent the night in thinking over it all, and this was the resolution to which he had come. "'There's the master,' said Noakes. "'If you got anything to say about anything, you'd better say it to him.'

Harry had never before set his foot upon Medlicat's land since it had been bought away from his own run, and had felt that he would almost demean himself by doing so. He'd often looked at the canes from over his own fence, as he'd done on the night of the rain, but he had stood always on his own land. Now he was in the sugar mill, never before having seen such a building. You've a deal of machinery here, Mr. Medlicott, he said.

It's a small affair, after all, said the other. I'd get a good plant before I've done. Can I speak a word with you? Certainly. Will you come into the office, or will you go across to the house? Harry said that the office would do, and followed Mediott into a little box-like enclosure, which contained a desk and two stools. "'Not much of an office, is it? "'What can I do for you, Mr. Heathcote?'

Then Harry began his story, which he told at considerable length. He apologised for troubling his neighbour at all on the subject, and endeavoured to explain, somewhat awkwardly, that, as Mr. Medlican was a newcomer, he probably might not understand the kind of treatment to which employers on the bush were occasionary subject from their men. On this occasion he said much, which, had he been a better tactician,

he might probably have left unspoken. He then went on to the story of his own quarrel with Noakes, who had in truth been grossly impudent to the women about the house, but had been punished by instant and violent dismissal from his employment. It was evidently Harry's idea that a man who had so sinned against his master should be allowed to find no other master, at any rate in that district, an idea with which the other man, who had lately come out from the old country, did not at all sympathise.

Do you want me to dismiss him? said Medicoat, in a tone which implied that that would be the last thing he would think of doing. You haven't heard me yet. Then Harry went on and told of the fires in the heat of summer and of their terrible effects, of the easy manner of revenge which they supplied to angry, unscrupulous men, and of his own fears at the present moment. I can believe it all, said Medicoat. And I am very sorry that it should be so,

but I cannot see the justice of punishing a man on the merest vaguest vaguest suspicion. Your only ground for imputing this crime to him is that your own conduct to him may have given him a motive. Harry had schooled himself vigorously join the ride as to his own demeanour, and had resolved that he would be cool. I was going on to tell you, he said, what occurred that night after I saw you up by the fence? Many described how he and his boy had entered the shed, and had both seen and heard a man as he escaped from it, how the boy at once declared that the man was nooks, how the following day he had discovered the leaves which Nox no doubt deposited there just before the rain, intending to burn the place at once. And how Noakes managed to him with the last half-hour had corroborated his suspicions.

Is he the boy you called Jacko? That's the name he goes by. You don't know his real name? I never heard any other name. Or anything about him? Harry owned in answer to half a dozen such questions that Jacko had come to Ganga God about six months ago. He did not know whence. had been kept for a week's job, and have then been allowed to remain about the place without any regular wages.

You admit it was quite dark, continued Medlicott. Harry did not at all like for cross-examination, and his resolution to be cool was quickly fading. I told you that I saw myself the figure of a man. But that you barely saw a figure, you did not form any opinion of your own as to the man's identity. Harry Heathcote was as honest as the son. Much as he disliked being cross-examined, He found himself compelled not any to say the exact truth, but the whole truth. And, as till I spoke to Noakes just now, I almost doubted whether the lad could have distinguished him. I'm sure he was right now. Really, Mr. Heathcott, I can't go along with you.

You're accusing a man of committing an offence, which I believe is capital, on the evidence of a boy of whom you know nothing, who may have his own reasons for spiting the man, and whom you yourself did not believe till you had looked this man in the face. I think you allow yourself to be guided too much by your own power of intuition. No, I don't, said Harry, who hated his neighbour's methodical argument. At any rate, I can't consent to take a man's bread out of his mouth and to send him away, tainted as he would be with this suspicion, either because Jagger thought that he saw him in the dark, or because,

I've never asked you to send him away. What is it you want, then? I want to have him watched, so that he may feel that if he attempts to destroy my proper, his guilt will be detected. Who is to watch him? He's in your employment. He lives in the hut down beyond the gate. Am I to keep a sentry there all night and every night?

I will pay for it. No, Mr Heathcut. I don't pretend to know this country yet, but I'll encourage no such espionage as that. At any rate, it is not English. I dare say the man misbehaved himself in your employment. You say he was drunk. I do not doubt it.

But he is not a drunkard, for he never drinks here. A man is not to starve forever because he once got drunk and was impertinent. Nor is he to have a spire at his heels because a boy whom nobody knows chooses to denounce him. I'm sorry that you should be in trouble, but I do not know that I can help you. Harry's passion was now very high, and his resolution to be cool was almost thrown to the winds. Medlicott had said many things which were odious to him. In the first place there had been a tone of insufferable superiority, so Harry thought,

and that too, when he himself had divested himself of all the superiority naturally attached to his position, and have frankly appealed to Medlicat as a neighbour. And then this newfangled sugar-grower had told him that he was not English, and had said grand words, and had altogether made himself objectionable. What did this man know of the Australian bush, that he should dare to talk of this or that as being wrong because it was un-English? In England there were police to guard men's property. Here, out in the Australian forests, a man must guard his own or lose it.

But perhaps it was the indifference to the ruin of the women belonging to him that Harry Heathcote felt the strongest. The stranger cared nothing for the utter desolation which one unscrupulous ruffian might produce. Felt no horror of the idea of a vast, devastating fire, but could be indignant in his mocked philanthropy, because he was proposed to watch the doings of a scoundrel. Good morning, said Harry, turning round and leaving. the office brusquely. Medicut followed him, but Harry went so quickly that not another word was spoken. To him, the idea of a neighbour in the bush, refusing such assistance as he had asked, was as terrible as to us as the thought of a ship at sea leaving another ship in distress. He unhitched his horse from the fence and galloped home as fast as the animal would carry him. Medlicate,

when he was left alone, took two or three turns about the mill as though inspecting the work. but at every turn fixed his eyes for a few moments on Noakes's face. The man was standing on a huge cauldron regulating the escape of the boiling juice into the different vats by raising and lowering a trap and giving directions to the Polynesians as he did so. He was evidently conscious that he was being regarded, and, as is usual in such a condition, manifestly failed in his struggle to appear unconscious.

Medekot had acknowledged to himself that the man could not look even him in the face, Was it possible that he had been wrong, and that Heathcote, though he'd expressed himself badly, was entitled to some sympathy in his fear of what might be done to him by an enemy? Medicoat also desired to be just, being more rational, more logical, and less impulsive than the other, being also somewhat too conscious of his own superior intelligence. He knew that Heathcott had gone away in great dudgeon, and he almost feared that he'd been harsh and unnobily. After a while he stood opposite nooks and addressed him. Do the squatters suffer much from Fars, he said.

Heathcott has been talking to you about there, said the man. Can't you say, Mr. Heathcott, when you speak of a gentleman whose bread you have eaten? Oh, Mr. Heathcott, if you like it. We aren't particular to a show out here as you are at home. He's been telling you about Fars, as he? Well, he has. And talking of me, I suppose. suppose you were talking of having a turn at mining some day how do it be with you if you were to be off to gimpy do you mean to say i'm to go mr meddicott i don't say that at all looking here mr meddicott my going or staying won't make any difference to heathcott

there's a lot of them about here hates him that much that he is never to be allowed to rest in peace i'll tell you that fairly he does anything as i shall do then's not my ways mr meddiquet but he has enemies here as he'll never let him rest Who are they? Ah, pretty nice everybody around He's carrying himself that high They won't stand him Who's Heathcut?

Name some who are his enemies There's the Brambis Well, it's a bad thing to have enemies After that He left the Sugar House And went across to the cottage End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 of Harry Heathcut of Gangoyle by Anthony Trollope.

This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Simon Evers. Chapter 5, Boscoble. Two days and two nights passed without fear of fire, and then Harry Heathcote was again on the alert. The earth was parched as though no drop of rain had fallen. The fences were dry as tinder, and the ground was strewed with broken atoms of timber from the trees,

each of which a spark would ignite. Two nights Harry slept in his bed, but on the third he was on horseback about the run, watching, thinking, endeavouring to make provision, directing others, and hoping to make it believed that his eyes were everywhere.

In this way an entire week was passed, and now it wanted but four days to Christmas. He would come home to breakfast about seven in the morning, very tired, but never owning that he was tired, and then sleep heavily for an hour or two in a chair. after that he would go out again on the run, would sleep perhaps for another hour after dinner, and then would start for his night's patrol. During this week he saw nothing of Medlicot, and never mentioned his name but once.

On that occasion his wife told him that during his absence Medlicott had been at the station. "'What brought him here?' Harry asked fiercely. Mrs Heathcote explained that he'd called in a friendly way and had said that if were any fear of he would be happy himself to lend assistance. Then the young squatter forgot himself in his wrath. Confound is his hypocrisy! said Harry aloud. I don't think he's a hypocrite, said the wife. I'm sure he's not, said Kate Daly.

Not a word more was spoken, and Harry immediately left the house. The two women did not, as usual, go to the gate to see him mount his horse, not refraining from doing so in any anger or as wishing to exhibit displeasure at Harry's violence, but because they were afraid of him. They had found themselves compelled to differ from him, but were oppressed at finding themselves in opposition to him. The feeling that his wife should in any way take part against him added greatly to Heathcote's trouble. It produced in his mind a terrible feeling of loneliness in his sorrow. He bore a brave outside to all his men, and to any stranger whom in these days he met about the run. To his wife and

sister also, and to the old woman at home. He forced upon them all an idea that he was not only autocratic, but self-sufficient also, that he wanted neither help nor sympathy. He never cried out in his pain, being heartily ashamed even of the appeal which he had made to Medlicat. He spoke aloud and laughed with the men, and never acknowledged that his trials were almost too much for him. But he was painfully conscious of his own weakness. He sometimes felt, when alone in the bush, that he would fain get off his horse and lie upon the ground and weep till he slept. It was not that he trusted no one. He suspected no one with a positive suspicion, except Noakes, and Medlicat, as a supporter of Noakes. But he had no one with whom he could converse freely, none whom he had not been accustomed to treat as the mere ministers of his will, except his wife and his wife's sister, and now he was disjointed from them by their sympathy with.

medlicate. He had chosen to manage everything himself without contradiction and almost without counsel. But like other such imperious masters, he now found that when trouble came, the privilege of dictatorship brought with it an almost unsupportable burden. Old Bates was an excellent man, of whose fidelity the young squatter was quite assured. No one understood foot-rot better than Old Bates, or was less sparing of himself in curing it. He was a very as a second mother to all the lambs, and when shearing came, watched with the eyes of August to see that the sheep were not wounded by the shearers, or the wool left on their backs. But he had no conversation, none of that imagination which in such a time as this might

have assisted in devising safeguards, and but little enthusiasm. Shepherds, so called, Harry kept none upon the run, and would have felt himself insulted had anyone suggested that he was so backward in his ways as to employ men of that. denomination. He'd fenced his run and dispensed with shepherds and shepherding as old-fashioned and unprofitable. He had two mounted men, whom he called boundary riders, one an Irishman and the other are German, and then he trusted fully, the German altogether, and the Irishman equally as regarded his honesty. But he could not explain to them the thoughts that loaded his brain. He could instigate them to eagerness, but he could not condescend to tell Carl Bender,

the German, that if his fences were destroyed, neither his means nor his credit would be sufficient to put them up again, and that if the scanty herbage were burned off any large proportion of his run, he must sell his flocks at a great sacrifice. Nor could he explain to Mickey O'Dowd, the Irishman, that his peace of mind was destroyed by his fear of one man. He had to bear it all alone. And there was heavy on him also, the great misery of feeling

that everything might depend on his own exertions, and that yet he did not know how or where to exert himself. When he had written about all night and discovered nothing, he might just as well have been in bed, and he was continually riding about all night and discovering nothing. After leaving the station on the evening of the day on which he had expressed himself to the women so vehemently respecting Midlicard, he met Bates coming home from his day's work.

It was then past eight o'clock, and the old man was sitting wearily on his horse, with his head low down between his shoulders, and the reins hardly held within his grasp. "'You're late, Mr Bates,' said Harry. "'You take too much out of yourself this hot weather.' "'I've got to move slower, Mr. Heathcote, as I grow older. That's about it.

And the beast I'm on is not much good.' Now Mr. Bates was always complaining of his horse, and yet was allowed to choose any on the run for his own use. If you don't like him, why don't you take another? Well, there ain't much different to him, Mr Heathcote. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't. It's getting uncommon clothes shaving for them weathers in the new paddock. They're down upon the roots pretty well already.

There's grassland on the bush on the north side. They won't go there. It's rank and sour. They won't feed up there as long as they can live lower down and near the water. Weather like this, they sooner die near the water than travel to fist. their bellies. It's about the hottest day we've had and the night's almost hotter. Are you going to be out, Mr. Heathcote? I think so.

What's the good of it, Mr. Heathcote? There's no use in it. Lord love you. What can you do? You can't be every side at once. Far can only travel with the wind, Mr. Bates. And there isn't any wind, and so there can't be any fire. I nearly did think, and I don't think now that there was any use in a man fashing himself as you fascied yourself. You can't alter things, Mr. Heathcote. But that's just what I can do, what a man has to do. If a match were thrown there at your feet and the grass was aflame, couldn't you alter that by putting your foot on it? If you find a you on her back, can't you alter that by putting her on her legs?

Yes, I could do that, I suppose. What does a man live for except to alter things? When a man clears the forest and sows corn, does he not alter things? "'That's not your line, Mr Heathcote,' said the cunning old man. "'If I send wool to market, I ought to things.' "'You'll excuse me, Mr. Heathcote. "'Of course, I'm old, but I just give you my experience.' "'I'm much obliged to you, though we can't always agree, you know. "'Good-night. Go in and say a word to my wife and tell them you saw me all right.'

"'I'll have a crack with them, Mr. Heathcote, before I turn in.' "'And tell Mary I said to my love.' i will mr heathood i will he was thinking always of his wife during his solitary rides and of her fear and deep anxiety it was for her sake and for the children that he was so careworn not for his own had he been alone in the world he would not have fretted himself in this fashion because of the malice of any man but how would it be with her should he be forced to move her from gang-goil and yet with all his love they had parted almost in anger Surely she would understand the tenderness of the message he had just sent her. Of a sudden, as he was riding, he stopped his horse, and listened attentively. From a great distance there fell upon his accustomed ear, a sound which he recognised, though he was aware that the place from whence it came was at least two miles distant.

It was the thud of an axe against a tree. He listened still, and was sure that it was so, and turned at once toward the sound, though in doing so he left his course at a right angle. He had been going directly away from the river with his back to the woolshed, but now he changed his course, riding in the direction of the spot at which a jacko had nearly fallen in jumping over the fence. As he continued on, the sounds became plainer, till at last, reining in his horse, he could see the form of the woodman,

who was still at work wringing the trees. This was a job which the man did by contract, receiving so much an acre for the depopulation of the timber. It was now bright moonlight, almost as clear as day, a very different night indeed from that on which the rain had come. And Harry could see at last that it was the man called Boscoble still at work. Now the wearers he thought very good reasons why Boscable at the present moment should not be so employed. Boscable was receiving wages for work of another kind. Boss, said the squatter, writing up and addressing the man by the customary abbreviation of his nickname,

I thought you were watching at Brownby's boundary. Bosca will lower at his axe, and stood for a while contemplating the proposition made to him. You're drawing three shillings a knife for watching, isn't that so? Yes, that's so. Anyway, I shall draw it. Then why aren't you watching? There's nothing to watch that I is on, not just now. Then why should I pay you for it? I'm to pay you for bringing these trees, ain't I? Certainly, Mr. Heathcote.

Then you're to make double use of your time, and, you're to make double use of your time, said it twice over, are you? Don't try to look like a fool, as though you don't understand. You know that what you're doing isn't honest. Nobody ever said as I wasn't honest before. I tell you so now. You're robbing me of the time you're sold to me and for which I'm to pay you. There ain't nothing to watch while the winds as it is now, and that chap ain't anywhere about tonight. What chap? Oh, I know, I'm all right. What's the use of dawley about there in the broad moonlight and the wind like this. That's for me to judge. If you engage to do my work and take my money, you're swindling me

when you go about another job as you are now. You needn't scratch your head, you understand it all as well as I do. I never was told I swindled before, and I ain't are going to put up with it. You may wring your own trees and watch your own fences, and the whole place may be burned for me. I ain't are going to do another turning gang-oil, swindled indeed. So Boscoville shouldered his axe and marched off through the forest, visible in the moonlight, till the trees hid him. There was another enemy made. He had never felt quite sure of this man, but had been glad to have him about the place as being thoroughly efficient in his own business. It was only during the last ten days that he'd agreed to pay him for night-watching, leaving the man to do as much additional day-work as he pleased,

for which, of course, he would be paid at the regular contract price. There was a double purpose intended in this watching, as was well understood by all the hands employed. First, that of preventing incendiary fire by the mere presence of the watchers, and secondly, that of being at hand to extinguish fire in case of need. Now a man wringing trees five or six miles away from the beat on which he was stationed could not serve either of these purposes. Boscoble, therefore, had been fraudulently at work for his own dishonest purposes, a new world that his employment was of that nature. All this was quite clear to Heathcote, and it was clear to him also that when he detected fraud, he was bound to expose it. Had the man acknowledged his fault and been submissive, there would have been an end to the matter.

Heathcud would have said no word about it to anyone, and would not have stopped a farthing from the weak's unearned wages. That he had to encounter a certain amount of ill-usage from the rough men about him, and, to forgive it, he could understand. But it could not be his duty, either as a matter of a matter of. man or a master to pass over dishonesty without noticing it. No, that he would not do, though gangar should burn from end to end. He did not much mind being robbed. He knew that to a certain extent he must endure to be cheated. He would endure it, but he would never teach his men to think that he passed over such matters because he was afraid of them, or that dishonesty on their part was indifferent to him. But now he had made another enemy, an enemy of a man who had to

declared to him that he knew the movements of that chap, meaning noakes. How hard the world was! It seemed that all around were troubled to him. He turned his horse back, and made a game for the spot which was his original destination. As he cantered on and among the trees twisting here and there and regulating his way by the stars, he asked himself whether it would not be better for him to go home and lay himself down by his wife and sleep, and await the worst that these men could do to him. This idea was so strong upon him

that at one spot he made his whole stop till he had thought it all out. No one encouraged him in his work. Everyone about the place, friend or foe, Bates, his wife, Medlicat, and this boscable, spoke to him although he were fussy and fidgety in his anxiety. If ours must come, they will come, and if they are not to come, you are simply losing your labour.

This was the upshot of all they said to him. Why should he be wiser than they? If the ruin came, let it come. Old baits had been ruined, but still had enough to eat and drink and clothes to wear, and did not work half as hard as his employer. He thought that if he could only find some one person who would sympathise with him and support him, he would not mind. But the mental loneliness of his position almost broke his heart.

Then they came across. his mind of the dim remembrance of certain old school words, and he touched his horse with his spur and hurried onward. Let there be no steps backward. A thought as to the manliness of persevering, of the want of manliness in yielding to depression, came to his rescue. Let him at any rate have the comfort for thinking that he had done his best according to his lights.

After some dim fashion, he did come to recognise it as a fact that nothing could really support him but self-approbation. Then he fell from his horse in utter weariness. He would persevere. As the night wore on, he came to the German's hut, and, finding it empty, as he expected, rode on to the outside fence of his run. When he reached this, he got off his horse, and, taking a key out of his pocket, whistled upon it lively.

A few minutes afterwards, the German came up to him. "'There's been no one about, I suppose,' he asked. "'Not a one,' said the man. "'You've been across on Brabby's run? "'For on it now, Mr. Hescott.' "'They were both on the side of the fence away from Gengor's station. "'I don't know how that is, Carl. "'I think Gengor goes a quarter of a mile beyond this,

"'but we did not quite strike the boundary when we put up the fence. "'Brandi's cattle is always here, Mr. Eastcott, "'and is knocking down the fence every day. "'Brami is a rascal and is cattle as bad as himself.' never mind that karl now when we got through the heats we'll put a mile or two of better fencing along here you know boscable of course i know boss what sort of a fellow is he think harry told his german dependent exactly what had taken place between him and the other man he's in and in with all them young brambis said karl the brambis are a bad lot but i don't think they'd do anything of this kind said harry whose mind were still dwelling on the dangers of fire. "'Is he like mutton's, Mr. Eastcott?'

"'I suppose they do take a sheep or two now and then. "'They wouldn't do worse than that, would they?' "'Nothing's too hot for them, nothing's too heavy,' said Carl, smoking his pipe. "'The wind, the fint of what there is, comes just here, Mr. Eastcott.' The man lifted up his arm and pointed across in the direction of Brownby's run. "'And you don't think much of Boscable.' Carl Bender shook his head. He was always well treated here, said Harry,

and has had plenty of work and earned large wages. The man will be a fool to quarrel with me. Carl again shook his head. With Carl Bender, Harry was quite sure of his man, but not on that account need he be quite sure of the correctness of the man's opinion. Thence he went on till he met his other lieutenant O'Dowd. And so, having completed his work, he made his way home. reaching the station at sunrise.

Did Bates tell you he'd met me? He asked his wife. Yes, Harry. Kiss me, Harry. I was so glad you sent a word. Promise me, Harry, not to think that I don't agree with you in everything? End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6 of Harry Heathcut of Gangoyle by Anthony Trollope.

This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Simon Evers. Chapter 6. The Brown Bizz of Boulabong. Old Brownby, as he was usually called, was a squatter also, but a squatter of a class very different from that to which Heathcott belonged. He had begun his life in the colonies a little under a cloud, having been sent out from home after the perpetration of some peccadillo, of which the law had disapproved. In colonial phrase he was a lag, having been transported, but this was

many years ago when he was quite young, and he had now been a free man for more than 30 years. It must be owned on his behalf that he had worked hard, had endeavored to rise, and had risen. But they're still stuck to him the savour of his old life. Everyone knew that he had been a convict, and even had he become a man of high principle, a condition which he certainly never achieved, he could hardly have escaped altogether from the thraldom of his degradation. He had been a butcher, a drove of, part owner of a stock, and had at last become possessed of a share of a cattle run, and then of the entire property such as it was. He had four or five sons, uneducated,

ill-conditioned, drunken fellows, who had all their father's faults without his energy, some of whom had been in prison, and all of whom were known as pests to the colony. Their place was called Bulabong, and was a cattle-rung as distinguished from a sheep run, but it was a poor place, for sometimes altogether unstocked, and was supposed to be not unfrequently used as a receptacle for stolen cattle. The tricks which the Brownbies played with cattle were notorious throughout Queensland and New South Wales, and by a certain class of men were much admired. They would drive a few head of cattle, perhaps 40 or 50, for miles around the country,

across one station and another, travelling many hundreds of miles, and here and there as they passed along, they would sweep into their own herd the bullocks of the victims whose lands they passed. if detected on the spot they gave up their prey they were in the right in moving their own cattle and were not responsible for the erratic tendencies of other animals if successful they either sold their stolen beasts to butchers on the road or got them home to boulabong there were dangers of course and occasional penalties but there was much success hips supposed also that though they did not own sheep they preferred mutton for their daily uses and that they supplied themselves at a very cheap rate It may be imagined how such a family would be hated by the respectable squatters on whom they prayed. Still there were old men, old stages, who known Morton Bay before it was a colony, in the old days when convicts were common, who almost regarded the brownbies as a part of the common order of things,

and who were indisposed to persecute them. Men must live, and what were a few sheep? Of some such it might be said that though they were above the arts by which the brownbies lived, they were not very scrupulous themselves, and it perhaps served them to have within their ken neighbours whose morality was lower even than their own. But to such a one as Harry Heathcote, the Brambies were utterly abominable.

He was for the law and justice at any cost. To his thinking, the colonial government was grossly at fault because it did not weed out and extirpate not only the identical Brambies, but all Brambiism wherever it might be found. A dishonest workman was. was a great evil, but to his thinking, a dishonest man in the position of master was the incarnation of evil. As to the difficulties of evidence and obstacles of that nature,

Harry Heathcote knew nothing. The Brownbies were rascals and should therefore be exterminated. And the Brownbies knew well the estimation in which their neighbour held them. Harry had made himself altogether disagreeable to them. They were squatters as well as he, or at least so they term to themselves, and though they would not have expected to be admitted to home intimacies, they thought that when they were met out of doors or in public places, they should be treated with some respect. On such occasions, Harry treated them as though they were dirt beneath his feet. The brownberries would be found, whenever a little money came amongst them, at the public billiard rooms and race courses within 150 miles of Boulogne. At such places Harry Heathcote was never seen.

It would have been as easy to seduce the Bishop of Brisbane into a bet as Harry Heathcard. He never even drank a nobler with one of the Brownbies. To their thinking he was a proud, stuck-up, unsocial young cub, whom to rob was a pleasure and to ruin would be a delight. The old man at Bullabong was now almost obsolete. Property that he could keep in his grasp, there was in truth none. He was the tenant of the run under the crown, and his sons would not turn him out of the house.

the cattle when there were cattle belonged to them they were in no respect to subject to his orders and he would have had a bad life among them were it not that they quarrelled among themselves and that in such quarrels he could belong to one party or to the other the house itself was a wretched place out of order with doors and windows and floors shattered broken and decayed there were none of womankind belonging to the family and in such a house a decent woman-servant would have been out of her place Sometimes there was one hag there, and sometimes another, and sometimes feminine aid less respectable than that of the hags. There had been six sons. One had disappeared utterly, so that nothing was known of him. One had been absolutely expelled by the brethren, and was now a vagabond in the country, turning up now and then at Budabong and demanding food. Of the whole lot, Georgie Brownby, the vagabond, was the worst. The eldest son was at this time in prison at Brisbane, having on some late occasion been less successful than usual in regard to some acquired bullocks. The three youngest were at home, Jerry, Jack and Joe. Tom, who was in prison, was the only staunch friend to the father,

who consequently at this time was in a more than usually depressed condition. Christmas Day would fall on a Tuesday, and on the Monday before it, Jerry Brownby, the eldest of those now at home, was sitting with a pipe in his mouth on a broken-down stool on the broken-down verandah the house, and the old man was seated on a stuffy, worn-out sofa with three legs, which was propped against the wall of the house, and had not been moved for years. Old Bramby was a man of gigantic frame, and a possessed immense personal power, a man, too, of will and energy, but he was now worn out and drop-sicle, and could not move beyond the confines of the home station. The veranda

was attached to a big room which ran nearly the whole length of the house, and which was now used for all purposes. There was an exterior kitchen in which certain processes were carried on, such as salting stolen mutton and boiling huge masses of meat when such work was needed. But the cookery was generally done in the big room. And here also two or three of the sun slept on beds made upon stretches along the wall. They were not probably very particular as to which owned each bed, enjoying a fraternal communism in that respect. At the end of this chamber the old man had room of his own. Bullabong was certainly a miserable place, and yet, such as it was, it was frequented by many guests. The vagabondism of the colonies is proverbial. Vagabonds are taken in

almost everywhere throughout the bush. But the welcome given to them varies. Sometimes they are made to work before they are fed to their infinite disgust. But no such cruelty was exercised at Boulabong. Boulabong was a very paradise for vagabonds. There was a way of a while. A while always flour and meat to be had, generally tobacco, and sometimes even the luxury of a nobler. The Brambies were wise enough to learn that it was necessary for their very existence that they should have friends in the land. On the Sunday the father and Jerry Bramby were sitting in the veranda at about noon, and the other two sons, Jack and Joe, were lying asleep on the beds within. The heat of the day was intense. There was a wind blowing, but it was that which is called there the hot wind

which comes dry, scorching, sometimes almost intolerable over the burning central plain of the country. No one can understand without feeling it how much a wind can add to the sufferings inflicted by heat. The old man had on a dirty, wretched remnant of a dressing-gown, but Jerry was clothed simply in trousers and an old shirt. Only that the mosquitoes would have flayed him, he would have dispensed probably with these. He'd been quarreling with his father respecting a certain horse which he had sold, of the price of which the father demanded a share. Jerry had unblushingly declared that he himself had shaken the horse.

Anglicay had stolen him, twelve months since on Darny Downs and was therefore clearly entitled to the entire plunder. The father had rejoined with animation that unless half a quid, or ten shillings, were given him as his contribution to the keep of the animal, he would inform against his son to the squatter on the Darnedowns and had shown him that he knew the very rum from which the horse had been taken. Then the sons within had interfered from their beds,

swearing that their father was the noisiest old cuss hung, they having had their necessary slumbers disturbed. At this moment the debate was interrupted by the appearance of a man outside the veranda. Well, Mr. Jerry, how goes it? asked the stranger. What boss, is that to you? What brings you up to Bollabong? I thought you was wringing trees for that young scut at Gangor. I'll be even with him some of these days.

days. He had the impudence of sent a man of his up here last week looking for sheepskins. He wasn't that soft, Mr. Jerry, was he? Well, I dropped working for him. How are you, Mr. Brownby? I hope I see you fine, sir. It's stiff sort of way about the Mr. Brownby, ain't it, sir? The old man grunted out some reply, and then asked Bosskoppel what he wanted. I just hang about for the day, Mr. Brownby, and get a little grub. He never begrudged to working about that yet. "'Oh, Bramby, again grunted, but said no word of welcome. That, however, was to be taken for granted, without much expression of opinion.

"'Now, Mr. Jerry,' continue Boscoble, "'I'm dumb with that fella.' "'And so has Noakes done with him.' "'An Oaks is at work on Medlicott's Mill. That sugar business wouldn't suit me.' "'An axe in your hand is what's your fifth-for boss?' "'As are many things I can turn my hand to, Mr. Jerry, you couldn't give a fellow such a thing as an obler, Mr. Jerry, could you? I'd offer money for it, and I know it would be taken a miss. It's that hot that a fellow's very inner as get parched up.

Upon this, Jerry slowly rose, and going to a cupboard, brought forth a modicum of spirits, which he called Battleaxe, which was supposed to be brandy. This Boscoble swallowed at a gulp, and then washed it down with a little water. "'Come, Jerry,' said the old man, somewhat relenting in his wrath. "'You might as well give us a drop as it's going about.' The two brothers, who had now been thoroughly aroused from their sleep, and who had heard the enticing sound of the spirit bottle, joined the party, and so they drank all round.

"'He's gods in an awful state about them far, aren't he?' asked Jerry. Boscable, who had squatted down on the verandum, was now lighting his pipe, bobbed his head. "'I wish he was clean, burned out over head and ears,' said Jerry, sucking with great energy at the closely-staffed pipe. "'If he treated me like he does you, fellows,' continued Jerry, "'he shouldn't have a yard of fencing or a blade of grass left, "'nor a yew, nor a lamb, nor augit. "'I do hate fellows who come here and want to be better than anyone about them,

"'young japs, especially. "'Sending up here to look for sheep-skins, cuss his impotence. "'I'll send that German fellow of his away with a free in his ear.' "'Colbender,' some such a name as that. "'He's all in all with the young squire,' said Bosskaw. "'And there's a chap there called Jacko. He's another. "'He gets them down there to Ganga, and the ladies talk to him, "'and then they go through foreign water for him.

"'There's Mickey. He's another just the same way. "'I don't like them ways myself. "'Too much of master a man about it, ain't there, boss?' "'Ah, just that, Mr. Jerry. "'That ain't my idea of a free country. "'I can work as well as another, "'but I ain't going to be told that I'm a swindler "'because I'm making the most of my time.'

"'He turned Noakes out by the scruff of his neck,' said Jerry. Boscable again bobbed his head. "'I didn't think Nox was the sort of fellow to stand that.' "'No more he ain't,' said Boscable. "'He's got a good pluck done all the same,' said Joe. "'It's like you to speak up for such a fellow as that,' said Jerry. "'I say he's a good pluckton. I'm not standing up for him. "'Lokes is half a stone heavier than him and ought to have knocked him over.

"'That's what you'd have done, wouldn't you, boss? "'I know I would.' "'He'd have had my axe at his head,' said Boscable. "'We all know Joe's game to the backbone,' said Jerry. "'I'm game enough for you anyway,' said the brother, "'and he can try it out any time you like.' "'That's right. Fight like dogs do,' said the old man. The quarrel at this point was interrupted by the arrival of another man,

who crept up round the corner onto the veranda exactly as Bosca Bull had done. This was Noakes, of whom they had that moment been speaking. There was silence for a few moments among them, as though they feared that he might have heard them, and Noakes stood hanging his head as they were half ashamed of himself. Then they gave him the same kind of greeting as the other men had received. Nobody told him that he was welcome, but the spirit jar was again brought into use, Jerry measuring out the liquor, and it was understood that Noakes was to stay there and get his food. he too gave some a kind of himself which was supposed to suffice but which they all knew to be false it was sunday and they were off work at the sugar mill he had come across gangoil run intending to take back with him things of his own which he had left at bentus hut and having come so far and thought that he would come on and get his dinner at boudabong

as this was been told a good deal was said of harry heathcote notes declared that he had come right across gangoil and explained that he would not have been at all sorry to meet master's Mr Heathcutt in the bush. Master Heath thought had had his own way up at the station when he was backed by a lot of his own hands, but a good time was coming, perhaps. Then Noakes gave it to be understood very plainly that it was the settled practice of his life to give Harry Heathcote a thrashing. During all this there was an immense amount of bad language and a large portion of the art which of the colony is called Blowing.

Jerry, Boscabal and Noakes all boasted, each of the world. that on the first occasion he would give Harry Heathcote such a beating that a whole bone should hardly be left in the man's skin. "'There isn't one of you man enough to touch him,' said Joe, who was known as the freest fighter of the Bramby family. "'And you'd eat him, I suppose,' said Jerry. "'He's not likely to come in my way,' said Joe, "'but if he'd ask you'd get as good as he brings, that's all.'

This was unpleasant to the visitors, who of course felt themselves to be snubbed. Boscobal affected to hear the slight put upon his courage with good humour, but notes laid himself down in a corner and sulked. They were soon all asleep, and remained dozing, snoring, changing their uncomfortable positions, and cursing the mosquitoes, till about four in the afternoon, when Boscobal got up, shook himself, and made some observation about grub. The meal of the day was then prepared, a certain quantity of flour and raw meat, ample for their immediate wants, was given to the two strangers, with which they retired into the outer kitchen, prepared it for themselves, and there ate their dinner, and each of the brothers did the same for

himself in the big room, Joe, the fighting brother, providing for his father's wants as well as his own. One of them had half a leg of cold mutton, so that he was saved the trouble of cooking, but he did not offer to share this comfort with the others. An enormous kettle of tea was made, and that was common among them. While this was being consumed, Boscowl put his head into the room and suggested that he and his mate wanted a drink, whereupon Jerry, without a word, pointed to the kettle, and Boscowl was allowed to fill two panikins. Such was the welcome which was always accorded to strangers in Boulogne.

After their meal the men came back onto the veranda, and there were more smoking and sleeping, more boasting and snarling. Different allusions were made to the spirit's jar. especially by the old man, but they were made in vain. The battle axe was Jerry's own property, and he felt that he'd already been almost foolishly liberal. But he had an object in view. He was quite sure that Boscable and Noakes had not come to Boulabong on the same Sunday by any chance coincidence. The men had something to propose, and in their own way they would make the proposition before they left,

and would make it probably to him. Boscable intended to sleep at Bulabong, but Noakes had explained that it was his purpose to return that night to Medlicat's Mill. The proposition no doubt would be made soon, a little after seven when the day was preparing to give way suddenly to-night. Noakes first walked off, sloping out from the veranda in a half-shy, half-cunning manner, looking no-wither, and saying a word to no one. quickly after him Boscoble jumped up suddenly, hitched up his trousers and followed to the first man. At about a similar interval, Jerry passed out through the big room to the yard of the back, and from the yard to a shed that was used as a shambles. Here he found the other two men, and no doubt the proposition was made.

"'There's something up,' said the old man, as soon as Jerry was gone. "'Call says something up,' said Joe. "'Those fellows didn't come all the way to Boulabong for. for nothing. "'It's something about young Heathcote,' suggested the father. "'If it is,' said Jack, "'what's that to you?' "'No, get themselves hanged. That's all about it.' "'That'd be blowed,' said Jack. "'You go easy and hold your tongue. "'If you know nothing, nobody can hurt you.'

"'I know nothing,' said Joe. "'I don't mean. If I had scores to quit with a fellow like Harry Heathcote, "'I should do it after my own fashion. "'I shouldn't get a boscable to help me, nor yet such a fellow as an oaks.' ah it's no business of mine heathcats made the place too hot to hold him that's all about it there was no more said and in an hour's time jerry returned to the family neither the father nor brother asked him any questions nor did he volunteer any information Boulombong was about fourteen miles from Medlicott's mill. Noakes had walked this distance in the morning, and now retraced it at night, not going right across Gangor Oil as he had falsely boasted of doing early in the day,

but skirting it and keeping on the outside of the fence nearly the whole distance. At about two in the morning he reached his cottage outside the mill on the riverbank, but he was unable to skulk in unheard. Some dogs made a noise, and presently he heard a voice calling him from the house. "'Is that you, Noakes, at this time of night?' asked Mr. Medlicat. Nokes grunted out some reply, intending to avoid any further question. But his master came up to the hut store and asked him where he had been. "'I'm just amusing myself,' said Noakes.

"'It's very light.' "'It's nothing later for me than for you, Mr. Medlicut.' "'That's true. I've just written home from—' "'From Gangor? I didn't know you was so friendly there, Mr. Medlicut. "'And where have you been?' "'Not to Gengoyle, anyway. "'Good night, Mr. Medlicut.' "'Then the man took himself into his hut

"'and was safe from further questioning that night. "'End of Chapter 6. "'Chapter 7 of Harry Heathcote of Gangoyle by Anthony Trollope. "'This Librevox recording is in the public domain, "'recording by Simon Evers. "'Chapter 7, I wish you'd like me.' All the Saturday night Heathcutt had been on the run, and he did not return home to bed till nearly dawn on the Sunday morning. At about noon, prayers were read out on the veranda, the congregation consisting of Mrs Heathcote and her sister, Mrs. Grawler, and Jacko.

Harry himself was rather averse to this performance, intimating that Mrs. Growler, if she were so minded, could read the prayers for herself in the kitchen, and that, as regards Jacko, they will be altogether thrown away. But his wife had made a point of maintaining the practice, and he had, of course, yielded. The service was not long, and when it was over, Harry got into a chair and was soon asleep. He had been in the saddle during sixteen hours of the previous day and night, and was entitled to be fatigued. His wife sat beside him, every now and again protecting him from the flies, while Kate Daly sat by with her Bible in her hand. But she, too, from time to time, was watching her brother-in-law. The trouble of his spirits and the work that he felt himself bound to do

touched them with a strong feeling and taught them to regard him for the time as a young hero. How quietly he sleeps, Kate said. The fatigue of the last week must have been terrible. He is quite, quite knocked up, said the wife. I ain't knocked up a bit, said Harry, jumping up from his chair. What should knock me up? I wasn't asleep, was I? Just dozing, dear.

Oh well, there isn't anything to be. to do and it's too hot to get out. I wonder old Bates didn't come in for prayers. I don't think he cares much for prayers, said Mrs Heathcourt, but he likes an excuse for a nobler as well as anyone. Did I tell you that they had fires over at Jackson's yesterday, at Gouleroo? Was there any harm done? A deal of grass burned, and they had to drive the sheep, which won't serve them this kind of weather. I don't know which I fear most, the grass, the fences, and all the sheep. As for the buildings, I don't think they'll try that again. "'Why not, Harry?'

"'The risk of being seen is too great. "'I can hardly understand that a man like Noakes should have been such a fool as he was.' "'You think it was Noakes?' "'Oh, yes, certainly. "'In the first place, Jacko is as true as steel. "'I don't mean to swear by the boy, though I think he is a good boy. "'But I'm sure he's true in this. "'And then the man's manner to myself was conclusive.

"'I cannot understand a man in Medlicott's position "'supporting a fellow like this. that. By heavens it, it drives me mad to think of it. Thousands and thousands of pounds are at stake. All that a man has in the world is exposed to the malice of a scoundrel like noakes. And then a man who calls himself a gentleman will talk about it being un-English to look after him. He's a new chum. I suppose that's his excuse. If it's a sufficient excuse him, said Kate, with good feminine logic. Oh, that's just like you all over. He's good-looking, and therefore it's all right. He ought to have learned better. He ought at any rate to believe that men who have been here

much longer than he has must know the ways of the country a great deal better. "'It's Christmas time, Harry,' said his wife, "'and you should endeavour to forgive your neighbours.' "'What sort of a Christmas will it be if you and I, and these young fellows here and Kate, are all burned out of Gangaul? Ah, here's Bates. Well, Mr. Bates, how goes it?' "'Tremendous odd, sir.' We found that out already. You haven't heard where that fellow Bosca Bull has gone. No, I haven't heard, but it'll be over with some of those brownbie lads. They say Georgie Brownby's about the country somewhere.

If so, there'll be a row among them. When thieves fall out, Mr Bates, honest men come by their own. Ah, so they say, Mr. Heathcote. All the same, I shouldn't care how far Georgie was away from any place I had to do with. Then the young master and his old superintendent sorted out to his back premises to talk about sheep and fires, and plans for putting out fires. And now doubt Mr Bates had the glass of brandy and water,

which had come to regard as one of his Sunday luxuries. From the back premises they went down to the creek to gauge the water. Then they sauntered on, keeping always in the shade, sitting down here to smoke, and standing up there to discuss the pedigree of some particular ram, till it was past six. You may as well come in and dine with us, Mr. Bates, Harry suggested as they returned toward the station.

Mr Bates said that he thought that he would. As the same invitation was given on almost every Sunday throughout the year and was invariably answered in the same way, there was not much excitement in this. But Mr. Bates would not have dreamed of going into dinner without being asked. "'It's Midlicott's Trap,' said Mr. Bates as the end of the yard. "'I hurt wheels when they were in the horse paddock.' Harry looked at the trap and then went quickly into the house.

He walked with a rapid step onto the veranda, and there he found the sugar-grower and his mother. Mrs Heathcote looked at her husband almost timidly. She knew from the very sound of his feet that he was perturbed in spirit. Under his own roof-tree he would certainly be courteous, but there is a constrained courtesy very hard to be born of which she knew him to be capable. He first went up to the old lady, and to her his greeting was pleasant enough.

Harry Heathcote, though he had assumed the bush mode of dressing, still retained the manners of a hybrid gentleman in his intercourse with women. Then, turning sharply round, he gave his hand to Mr. Medlicott. "'I'm glad to see you at Gangoyle,' he said. "'I was not fortunate enough to be at home when you called the other day. Mrs. Medlicott must have found the drive very hot, I fear.' His wife was still looking into his face, and was reading there, as in a book, the mingled pride and disdain with which her husband exercised civility to his enemy.

Harry's countenance wore a look not difficult of perusal, and Medlicott could read the lines almost as distinctly as Harry's wife. "'I've asked Mrs. Medlicott to stay and die with us,' she said, "'so that she may have it cool for the drive back.' "'I'm almost afraid of the bush at night,' said the old woman. "'You'll have a full moon,' said Harry. "'It would be as light as day.' So that was settled.

He could thought it odd that the man whom he regarded it as his enemy, whom he had left at their last meeting in positive hostility, should consent to accept a dinner under his roof. But that was Medlicott's affair, not his. They dined at seven, and after dinner strolled out into the horse-paddock and down to the creek. As they started, the three men went first, and the ladies followed them, but Bates soon dropped behind.

It was his rest today, and he had already moved quite as much as was usual with him on a Sunday. I think I was a little hard with you the other day. said Medlicott, when they were alone together. "'I suppose we hardly understand each other's ideas,' said Harry. He spoke with a constrained voice and with an almost savage manner, engendered by a determination to hold his own. He would forgive any offence for which an apology was made, but no apology had been made as yet,

and, to tell the truth, he was a little afraid that if they got into an argument on the matter, Medlicut would have the best of it. And there was, too, almost a claim to superiors, in Medlicott's use of the word hard. When one man says that he's been hard to another, he almost boasts that on that occasion he got the better of him. That's just it, said Medlicott. We do not quite understand each other,

but we might believe in each other all the same, and then the understanding would come. But it isn't just that which I want to say. Such talking really does any good. What is it, then? You may perhaps be right about that man, Lokes. "'No doubt I may. I know I'm right. When I asked him whether he'd been at my shed, what made him say that he hadn't been there at night-time? I said nothing about night-time,

but the man was there at night-time, or he wouldn't have used the word.' "'I'm not sure that that is evidence. Perhaps not in England, Mr. Medlicott, but it's good enough evidence for the bush. And what made him pretend he didn't know the distances? And why can't he look a man in the face? And why should the boy have said it was he if it wasn't? Of course, if you think well of him, you're right to keep him, but you may take it as a rule out here that when a man has been dismissed, it hasn't been done for nothing. Men treated that way should travel out of the country.

It's better for all parties. It isn't here as it is at home where people live so thick together that nothing is thought of a man being dismissed. I was obliged to discharge him, and now he's my enemy. A man may be your enemy without being a felon. Of course he may. I'm his enemy in a way, but I wouldn't hurt a hair his head unjustly. When I see the attempts made to burn me out, of course I know that an enemy

has been at work. "'He's that no one else has got a grudge against you?' Harry was silent for a moment. What right had this man to cross-examine him about his enmities? The man whose own position in the place had been one of hostility to him, whom he had almost suspected of harboring noakes at the mill simply because noakes had been dismissed from gang-oil. That suspicion was indeed fading away. There was something in Meddickot's voice and manner which made it impossible to attribute such motives to him. Nevertheless, the man was a free selector, and had taken a bit of the gang or a run after a fashion which to Heathcote was objectionable politically, morally and socially. Let Medicot in regards to character be what he might. He was a free selector and a squatter's

enemy, and had clinched his hostility by employing a servant dismissed from the very run out of which he had bought his land. "'It is hard to say,' he replied at length, "'who have drudges, as against whom, or why. "'I suppose I have a great grudge against you, if the truth be known, "'but I shan't burn down your mill.' "'I'm sure you won't. "'Nor yet say worse of you behind your back than I will to your face.'

"'I don't want you to think that you have occasion to speak ill of me "'either one way or the other. "'What I mean is this. "'I don't quite think that the evidence against Noakes "'is strong enough to justify me in sending him away, but I'll keep an hour on him as well as I can. It seems that he left our place early this morning, but the men are not supposed to be there on Sundays,

and of course he does as he pleases with himself. The conversation then dropped, and in a little time Harry made some excuse for leaving them, and returned to the house alone, promising, however, that he would not start for his night's ride till after the party had come back to the station. There's no hurry at all, he said. I shan't stir for two hours yet,

but Mickey will be waiting there for store, for himself and the German. "'That means a nobler for Mickey,' said Kate. "'Either of those men were figured a treat "'to ride ten miles in and ten miles back "'with a horseload of sugar and tea and flour "'for the sake of a glass of brandy and water.' "'And so would you,' said Harry,

"'if you lives in a hut by yourself for a fortnight "'with nothing to drink but tea without milk?' "'The old lady and Mrs Heathcote "'was soon seated on the grass, "'while Medlicott and Kate Daly roamed on together. "'Kate was a pretty modest girl, timid withal and shy, unused to society, and therefore awkward, but with the natural instincts and aptitudes of her sex. What the glass of brandy and water was to Mickey O'Dowd after a

fortnight's solitude in a bush hut with tea, dampers and lumps of mutton, a young man and the guise of a gentleman was to poor Kate Daly. Her brother-in-law let him be ever so good, is, after all, no better than tea without milk. No doubt Mickey O'Doward. often thought about a nobler in his thirsty solitude, and so did Kate speculate on what might possibly be the attractions of a lover. Medlicard probably indulged in no such speculations, but the nobler, when brought close to his lips, was grateful to him as to others, that Kate daily was very pretty, no man could doubt. "'Isn't it sad that he should have to ride about all night like that?' said Kate, to whom, as was proper, Harry Heathcote at the present moment,

was of no more importance than any other human being. I suppose he likes it. Oh, no, Mr. Medlicard, how can he like it? It's not the hard work he minds, but the constant dread of coming evil. The excitement keeps him alive. There's plenty on a station to keep a man alive in that way at all times. And plenty to keep ladies alive, too? Oh, ladies, I don't know that ladies have any business in the bush.

Harry's trouble is all about my sister and the children are me. He wouldn't care a straw for himself. Do you think he'd be better without a wife? Kate hesitated for a moment. Well, no, I suppose it would be very rough without Mary, and he'd be so lonely when he came in. And nobody to make his tea. Or to look after his things, said Kate earnestly.

I know it was very rough before we came here. He says that himself. There were no regular meals, but just food in a cupboard when he chose to get it. "'That is not comfortable, certainly.' "'Horried, I should think. "'I suppose it's just better for him to be married. "'You've got your mother, Mr. Medlicard?'

"'Yes, I've got my mother.' "'That makes a difference, does it not?' "'A very great difference. "'She'll save me from having to go to a cupboard for my bread and meat.' "'I suppose having a woman about it is better for a man. "'They haven't got anything else to do, "'and therefore they can look to things.' "'Do you help to look to things?'

I suppose I do something. I often feel ashamed to think how very little it is. As for that, I'm not wanted at all. So that you're free to go elsewhere?" I didn't mean that, Mr. Medlicat, only I know I'm not of much use. But if you had a house of your own? Gangaul is my home just as much as it is Mary's, and I sometimes feel that Harry is just as good to me as he is to Mary. "'Your sister will never leave Gangoyle, "'not unless Harry gets another station.

"'But you will have to be transplanted some day.' "'Kate merely chucked up her head and pouted her lips, "'as though to show that the proposition was one which did not deserve an answer. "'You'll marry a squatter, of course, Miss Daly.' "'I don't suppose I shall ever marry anybody, Mr. Medlicud.' "'You wouldn't marry anyone but a squatter?' "'I can quite understand that. "'The squatter here are what the lords and the country gentlemen are at home.

"'I can't even picture to myself what sort of life people live at home.' "'Both Medicaid and Kate Daly meant England when they spoke of home. "'It isn't as much different as people think. "'Classes hang together just in the same way. "'Only I think there's a little more exclusiveness here than there was there.' "'In answer to this, Kate asserted with innocent eagerness "'that she was not at all exclusive, and if ever she married anyone, she'd married the man she liked.

I wish you'd like me, said Medlicard. That's nonsense, said Kate, in a low, timid whisper, hurrying away to rejoin the other ladies. She could speculate on the delights of the beverage, as would Mickey O'Dowd in his hut. But when it was first brought to her lips, she could only fly away from it. In this respect, Mickey O'Dowd was the more sensible of the two, No other word was spoken that night between them, but Kate lay awake till morning, thinking of the one word that had been spoken, but the secret was kept sacredly within her own bosom. Before the Medlicat started that night, the old lady made a proposition that the Heathcote's

and Miss Daly should eat the Christmas dinner at Medlicat's Mill. Mrs. Heathcote, thinking perhaps of her sister, thoroughly liking what she herself had seen of the medlicuts, looked anxiously into Harry's face. If he would consent to this, an intimacy would follow, and probably a real friendship be made. "'Ah, it's out of the question,' he said. The very firmness, however, with which he spoke gave a certain cordiality even to his refusal. "'I must be at home so that the men may know where to find me, till I go out for the night.' Then after a pause he continued,

"'As we can't go to you, why should you not come to us?' so it was at last decided much to harry's own astonishment much to his wife's delight kate therefore when she lay awake thinking of the one word that had been spoken knew that there would be an opportunity for another word medlicat drove his mother home safely and after he had taken her into the house encountered noakes on his return from bulabong as had been told at the close of the last chapter end of chapter seven chapter Chapter 8 of Haddy Heathcote of Gangoyle by Anthony Trollope. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Simon Evers. Chapter 8, I do wish he would come. On the Monday morning, Harry came home as usual, and, as usual, went to bed after his breakfast.

I wouldn't care about the heat if it were not for the wind, he said to his wife, as he threw himself down. The wind carries it so, I suppose. "'Yes, and it comes from just the wrong side from the north-west. "'There have been half a dozen fires about to-day.' "'During the night, you mean?' "'No, yesterday, Sunday. "'I cannot make out whether they came by themselves. "'They certainly are not all made by incendiaries.

"'Axidents, perhaps?' "'Well, yes, somebody drops a match and the sun ignites it. "'But the chances are much against a fire like that spreading. "'Care is wanted to make it spread. "'As far as I can tell, the worst. The last fires have not been just after midday, when of course the heat is greater, but in the early night, before the dews have come. All the same, I feel that I know nothing about it, nothing at all. Don't let me sleep long.

In spite of this injunction, Mrs. Heathcutt determined that he should sleep all day, if he would. Even the nights were fearfully hot and sultry, and on this Monday morning he'd come home much fatigued. He would be out again at sunset, and now he should have what rest nature would allow him. but in this resolve she was opposed by Jacko, who came in at eleven and requested to see the master. Jacko had been over with the German, and, as he explained to Mrs Heathcote, they too had been in and out, sometimes sleeping and sometimes watching. But now he wanted to see the master, and under no persuasion would impart his information to the mistress. The poor wife, anxious as she was that her husband should sleep, did not dare in these perilous times to ignore Jacko and his information. and therefore gently woke the sleeper.

In a few minutes, Jacko was standing by the young Scotter's bedside, and Harry Keithcott, quite awake, was sitting up and listening. George Brownby's a boule-a-bong! That at first was the graverman of Jacko's news. I know that already, Jacko. My word! exclaimed Jacko. In those parts, Georgie Brownby was regarded almost as the evil one himself, and Jacko, knowing what mischief was, as it were, in the word,

thought that he was entitled to Brett and Jam, if not to a nobler itself, in bringing such tidings to Gangoyle. "'Is that all?' asked Heathgood. "'And Boss is a Bulebong, and Bill Nikes was there all Sunday, and Jenny Brownby's been out with Boss and Georgie.' "'The old man wouldn't say anything of that kind, Jacko. "'The old man, he knows nothing about it. "'My word, they don't tell him about nothing.

"'Or Tom? Tom's away in prison. "'They always gotches the best when they want to send him to prison.' if they'd lock up Jerry and George and Jack, my word, yes. You think they're arranging it all at Boulabong? Of course they are. I don't see why Boscowl shouldn't be at Boulogne without intending me any harm. Of course he'd go there when he left Ganglewell. That's where they all go.

And Bill Nokes, Mr. Harry? And Bill Nokes, too. Though why he should travel so far from his work this weather, I can't say. My word now, Mr. Harry. Did you see any fires about your way last night? Jacko shook his head. You go into the kitchen and get something to eat and wait for me. I shall be out before long now.

Though Heathcote had made light of the assemblage of evil spirits of Boulabong which had seemed so important to Jacko, he by no means did regard the news as unessential. Of Noges' villainy he was convinced. Of Boscoble he had imprudently made a second enemy at a most inauspicious time. Georgie Brownby had long been his bitter foe. He had prosecuted and perhaps persecuted Georgie for various offences,

but as Georgie was supposed to be as much at war with his own brethren as with the rest of the world at large, Heathcote had not thought much of that miscreant in the present emergency. But if the miscreant were in truth at Bulubong, and if evil things were being plotted against Gangoyle, Georgie would certainly be among the conspirators. Soon afternoon, Harry was on horseback and Jaco was at his fields. The heat was more intense than ever.

Mrs Heathcutter twisted round Harry's hat a long white scarf called a puggery, though we are by no means sure of our spelling. Jacko had spread a very dirty fragment of an old white handkerchief on his head and wore his hat over it. Mrs Heathcut had begged Harry to take a large cotton parasol, and he had nearly consented, being unable at last to recital himself to the idea of riding with such an accoutrement even in the bush.

"'The heat's a bore,' he said. "'But I'm not a bit afraid of it as long as I keep moving. "'Yes, I'll be back to dinner, though I won't say when, "'and I won't say for how long. "'It will be the same thing all day tomorrow. "'I wish with all my heart those people were not coming.' "'He rode straight away to the Germans hut, "'which was on the north-western extremity

"'of his further paddock in that direction. "'From thence, the western fence ran in a southerly direction, "'nearly straight to the river. "'Beyon the fence was a strong strip of land, in some parts over a mile broad, in others not much over a quarter of a mile, which he claimed as belonging to Gangoyle, but over which the brownbies had driven their cattle since the fence had been made, under the pretence that the fence marked the boundary of two runs. Against this assumption, Heathcote had remonstrated frequently, had driven the cattle

back, and had exercised the ownership of a crown tenant in such fashion as the nature of his occupation allowed. Beyond this trip was Bulibon. The house of the house of the house of house at Boulog being not above three miles distant from the fence, and not above four miles from the German's hut. So though the Brambis were in truth much nearer neighbours to the German, there was Heathcote and his family. But between the German and the Brownbies, there raged an inter-nassine feud. No doubt Harry Heathcote in his heart liked the German all the better on this account, but it behoved him both as a maister and a magistrate to regard reports against Boulbong coming from the German with something of suspicion.

Now, Jacker had been introduced to Gangaul under German auspices, and had soon come to a decision that it would be a good thing and adjust to lock up all the Brownies in the great jail of the colony at Brisbane. He probably knew nothing of law or justice in the abstract, but he greatly valued law when exercised against those he hated. The western fence, of which mention has been made, ran down to the Mary River, hitting at about four miles west of Medlicat's mill, so that there was a considerable portion of the Gangor Run

having a frontage to the water. As has been before said, Medlicat's plantation was about 14 miles distant from the house at Bulabong, and the distance from the Gangol House to that of the brownberries was about the same. The oppressiveness of the day was owing more to the hot wind than to the sun itself. This wind, coming from the arid plains of the interior, brought with it a dry, suffocating heat. On this occasion it was odious to Harry Heathcote, not so much on account of its own intrinsic abominations,

as because it might cause a fire to sweep across his run from its western boundary. Just beyond the boundary there lay Boulombong, and there were collected his enemies. A fire that should have passed for a mile or so across the pastures outside and beyond his own farm would be altogether unextinguishable by the time that it had reached his paddock. The brownbies, as he knew well, would care nothing for burning a patch of their own grass. Their stock, if they had any at the present moment, were much too few in number to be affected by such a loss.

The brownbies had not a yard of fencing to be burned, and a fire, if once it got a hold of the edge of their run, would pass on away from them, right across Harry's pastures and Harry's fences. If such were the case, he would have quite enough to do to drive his sheep from the far, and it might be that many of them also would perish in the flames. The catastrophe might even be so bad, so frightful, that the shed and station and all should go, though in thinking of all the fires of which he had heard, he could remember none that had spread with fatality such as that. He found Karl Bender in his hut asleep. The man was soon up apologising for his somerence, and prepared,

pairing tea for his master's entertainment. It is not Christmas like at home at all, is it, Mr. Ithcote. Do you know, Zembre Divells is there ready to give us a Christmas roasting? Then he told how he had boldly ridden up to Boulogne-up to Boulogne that morning, and had seen Georgie amboscar-ball with his own eyes. When asked what they had said to him, he replied that he did not wait till anything had been said, but had hurried away as fast as his horse could carry him. I'll go out to Boulabong myself, said Harry.

"'My word, that is about knock your head off,' suggested Jacko. Carl Bender also thought that the making of such a visit would be a source of danger. But Heathcote explained that any personal attack was not to be apprehended from these men. "'That's not their game,' he said, arguing that men who premeditated a secret outrage would not probably be tempted into personal violence. The horror of the position lay in this, that though the fire should rise up almost under the feet of men who were known to be hostile to him, and whose characters were acknowledged to be bad, still would there be no evidence against them? It was known to all men that, a period of heat

such as that which was now raging, fires were common. Every day the pastures were in flames, here, there and everywhere. It was said indeed that there existed no evidence of fires in the bush till men had come with their flocks. But then there had been no smoking, no boiling of pots, no camping out till men had come, and no matches. Everyone around might be sure that some particular fire had been the work of an incendiary, might be able to name the culprit who had done the deed, and yet no jury could convict the miscreant. Watchfulness was the best security, watchfulness day and night till rain should come,

and Heathcote had calculated that it would be better for him that his enemies should know that he was watchful. He would go up among them and show them that he was not ashamed to speak, to speak to them of his anxiety. They could hear nothing by his coming which they did not already know. They were well aware that he was on the watch, and it might be well that they should know also how close his watch was kept. He took the German and Jacko with him, but left them with their horses about a mile on the Bullabong side of his own fence, nigh to the extreme boundary of the debatable land. They knew his whistle, and were to ride to him at once, should he call them. He had left the house about noon, saying that he would be home to dinner, which, however, on

occasions was held to be a feast movable over a wide space of time. But on this occasion the women expected him to come early, as it was the intention to be out again as soon as it should be dark. Mrs. Growler was asked to have their dinner ready at six. During the day Mrs Heathcote was backward and forward in the kitchen. There was something wrong she knew, but could not quite discern the evil. Sing Sing, the cook, was more than ordinarily alert, but Sing Sing the cook was not much true.

trusted. Mrs. Growler was as good as the bank, as far as that went, having lived with old Mr. Daly when he was prosperous. But she was apt to be downhearted, on the present occasion was more than usually low in spirits. Whenever Mrs. Heathcote spoke, she wept. At six o'clock she came into the parlour with a budget of news. Sing Sing the cook had been gone for the last half hour, leaving the leg of mutton at the fire. It soon became clear to them that he had altogether absconded. "'Imbrats or wisdom does leave a falling-house,' said Mrs. Crowler. At seven o'clock the sun was down, though the gloom of the tropical evening had not yet come. The two ladies went out to the gate which was but a few yards from the veranda,

and there stood listening for the sound of Harry's horse. The low moaning of the wind through the trees could be heard, but it was so gentle, continuous and unaltered, that it seemed to be no more than a vehicle for other sounds, and was death-like as silence itself. The gate of the horse paddock through which Heathcut must pass on his way home was nearly a mile distant But the road there was hard

And they knew that they could hear from there the fall of his horse's feet There they stood from seven to nearly eight Whispering a word now and then to each other Listening always, but in vain Looking away to the west every now and then They fancied that they could see the sky glow with flames And they would tell each other that it was fancy The evening grew darker and still darker, but no sound was heard through the moaning wind.

From time to time Mrs. Groula came out at them, declaring her fears in no measure to terms. Well, ma'am, I'll do to clear, I think we better go away out of this. Go away, Mrs. Grunler, what nonsense! Where can we go to? The mill would be nearest, ma'am, we should be safe there. I'm sure Mrs. Medlicut would take us in. Why should you not be safe here? said Kate. that richard chinese hasn't gone and left us for nothing miss and what would we three alone women do here if all them brownbies came down upon us why don't master come back you ought to come back ordney ma'am he never do think what lone women are Mrs. Heathcote took her husband's part very strongly, and gave Mrs. Growler as hard as scolding as she knew how to pronounce. But her own courage was giving way much as Mrs. Groulers had done.

"'We are bound to stay here,' she said, and if the worst comes we must bear it as others have done before us.' Then Mrs. Growler was very sulky, and, retreating to the kitchen, sobbed there in solitude. "'Oh, Kate, I do wish she would come,' said the older sister. Are you afraid? It's so desolate, and he may be so far off, and we couldn't get to him if anything happened, and we shouldn't know. Then they were again silent, and remained without exchanging more than a word or two

for nearly half an hour. They took hold of each other, and every now and then went to the kitchen door, that the old woman might be comforted by their presence, but they had no consolation to offer each other. The silence of the bush, and the feeling of great distances, and the dread of calamity almost crushed them.

At last there was a distant sound of horses' feet. I hear him, said Mrs Heathcote, rushing forward toward the outer gate of the horse paddock followed by her sister. Her ears were true, but she was doomed to disappointment. The horseman was only a messenger from her husband, Mickey O'Dowd, the Irish Boundary Rider. He had great tidings to tell,

and was so long telling them that we will not attempt to give them in his own. own words. The purport of his story was as follows. Harry had been to Bulabong House, but had found there but no one but the old man. Returning home then towards his own fence, he had smelled the smoke of fire, and had found within a furlong of his path a long ridge of burning grass. According to Mick Isakind, it could not have been lighted above a few minutes before Heathcord's presence on the spot. As it was, it had got too much ahead for him to put it out single-handed. A few yards he might have managed, but, so Micky said, probably exaggering

the matter, there was half a quarter of a mile of flame. He had therefore ridden on before the fire, had called his own two men to him, and had at once lighted the grass himself some two hundred yards in front, making a second fire, but so keeping it down that it should be always under control. Before the hind-flanes have caught him, Bender and Jacko had been with him, and they had thus managed to consume the fuel, which, had it remained there, would have fed the fire which was too strong to be mastered. By watching the extremities of the line of fire, they overpowered it, and so the damage was, for the moment, at an end. The method of dealing with the enemy was so well known in the bush, and had been so often canvassed in the hearing of the two sisters that it was clearly

intelligible to them. The evil had been met in the proper way, and the remedy had been effective. but why did not Harry come home? Mickey O'Dowd, after his fashion, explained that too. The ladies were not to wait dinner, the master felt himself obliged to remain out at night and a gotten food at the German's hut. He, Mickey, was commissioned to return with a flask full of brandy, as it would be necessary that Harry, with all the men whom he could trust,

should be on the rampage all night. This small body was to consist of Harry himself, of the German, of Jacko, and, according to the story as at present told, especially of Mickey O'Dowd. Much as she would have wished to have kept the man at the station for protection, she did not think of disobeying her husband's orders. So Mickey was fed and then sent back with the flask, with tidings also as to the desertion of that wretched cook, Sing Sing. I shall sit here all night, said Mrs. Heathker to her sister.

I shall not think of going to bed. Kate declared that she would also sit in the verandah all night and as a matter of course they were joined by Mrs. Growner. They had been so seated about an hour when Kate Daly declared that the heavens were on fire. The two young women jumped up, flew to the gate and found that the whole western horizon was lurid with a dark red light.

End of Chapter 8 Chapter 9 of Harry Heathcut of Gangoyle by Anthony Trollope. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Simon Evers. Chapter 9. The Bush Fight Harry Heathcut had on this occasion entertained no doubt whatever that the fire had been intentional and premeditated. A lighted torch must have been dragged along the grass

so as to ignite a line many yards long all at the same time. He had been luckily near enough to the spot. to see almost the commencement of the burning, and was therefore aware of its form and circumstances. He almost wondered that he had not seen the figure of the man who had drawn the torch, or at any rate heard his steps. Pursuit would have been out of the question, as his work was wanted at the moment to extinguish the flames. The miscarant probably had remembered this, and had known that he might escape stealthily without the noise of a rapid retreat. when the work was over, when he put out the fire he had himself lighted

and had exterminated the lingering remnants of that which had been intended to destroy him, he stood still a while, almost in despair. His condition seemed to be hopeless. What could he do against such a band of enemies, knowing as he did that, had he been backed even by a score of trusty followers, one foe might still suffice to ruin him? At the present moment he was very hot with the worst. had done, as were also Jacko and the German.

Odaird had also come up as they were completing their work. Their mode of extinguishing the flames had been to beat them down with branches of gum-tree loaded with leaves. By sweeping these along the burning ground, the low flames would be scattered and expelled. But the work was very hard and hot. The boughs they used were heavy, and the air around them, sultry enough from its own properties was made almost unbearable by the added heat of the fires. The work had been so far done, but it might be begun again at any moment, either near or at a distance.

No doubt the attempt would be made elsewhere along the boundary between Gangor and Bunabong was very probably being made at this moment. The two men whom he could trust and Jacko were now with him. They were wiping their briers with their arms and panting with their work. He first resolved on sending Mickey O'Dowd to the house. The distance was great, and the man's assistance might be essential, but he could not bear to leave his wife without news from him. Then, after considering a while, he made up his mind to go back toward his own fence, making his way as he went southerly down toward the river.

They who were determined to injure him would, he thought, repeat their attempt in that direction. He hardly said a word to his two followers. but rode at a foot-pace to the spot at his fence which he had selected as the sight of his bivouac for the night. "'It won't be very cherry, Bender,' he said to the German, "'by we shall have to make a night of it till they disturb us again.' The German made a motion with his arms, intended to signify his utter indifference. One place was the same as another to him.

Jacko uttered his usual ejaculation, and then, having hitched his horse to the fence, threw himself on his back upon the grass. No doubt they all slept, but they slept as watchers sleep with one eye open. It was Harry who first saw the light, which a few minutes later made itself visible to the ladies at the home station. Carl, he exclaimed, jumping up, they're at it again. Look there. In less than half a minute, and without speaking another word, they were all on their horses and riding in the direction of the light. It came from a part of the Boulabong run somewhat nearer to the river than the place at which they'd stationed themselves, where the strip of ground between Harry's fence and the acknowledged boundary of Brownby's run was the narrowest.

As they approached the fire, they became aware that it had been lighted on Boulabong. On this occasion, Harry did not ride on up to the flames, knowing that the use or loss of a few minutes might save or destroy his property. He hardly spoke a word as he proceeded on his business, feeling that they upon whom he had had to depend were sufficiently instructed if only they would be sufficiently energetic keep it well under but let it run as lighting a dried bush with a match he ran the fire along the ground in front of the coming flames a stranger seeing it all would have felt sure that the remedy would have been as bad as the disease for the fire which harry himself made every now and again seemed to get the better of those who were endeavouring to control it there might perhaps be a quarter of a mile between the front of the advancing fire, and the line of which Harry had commenced to destroy the food which would have fed the coming flames. He himself, as quickly as he lighted the grass, which in itself was the work but of a moment, would strain himself to the utmost of the much

harder task of controlling his own fire, so that it should not run away with him, and get, as it were, out of his hands, and be as bad to him as that which he was thus seeking to circumvent. The German and Jacko worked like heroes, probably with intense enjoyment of the excitement, and after a while found a fourth figure among the flames, for Mickey had now returned. You saw them, Harry said, panting with his work. It's all right, said Mickey, flopping away with the great bow, but that Tination Chinese has gone off. My word, sing, sing, find him at Boulibong, said Jacko. The German, whose gum-tree bough was a very big one,

and whose every thought was intent on letting the fire run while he still held it in hand, had not breath for a syllable. But the back fire was extending itself so as to get round them. Every now and then Harry extended his own line, moving a law always forward towards Gangaul as he did so, though he and his men were always on Brownbee's territory. He had no doubt but that where he could succeed in destroying the grass for a breadth of 40 or 50 yards,

he would starve out the inimicable flames. The trees and bushes without the herbage would not enable it to travel a yard Wherever the grass was burned down black to the soil The fire would stop But should they, who were at work Once allow themselves to be outflanked Their exertions would be all in vain

And then those wretches might light a dozen fires The work was so hard, so hot and often so hopeless That the unhappy young squatter Was more than once tempted to bid his men desist and to return to his homestead. The flames would not follow him there. He could at any rate make that safe. And then, when he had repudiated this feeling as unworthy of him, he began to consider within himself whether he had not do better of his property by taking his men with him onto his run and endeavouring to drive his sheep out of danger. But as he thought of all this,

he still worked, still fired the grass, and still control of the flames. Presently he became aware of what seemed to him at first to be a third fire. Through the trees in the direction of the river, he could see the glimmering of low flames and the figures of men. But it was soon apparent to him that these men were working in his cause, and that they too were burning the grass that would have fed the advancing flames. At first he could not spare the minute which would be necessary to find out who was his friend, but as they drew nearer he knew the man. It was the sugar-planter from the mill, and with him his foreman.

We've been doing our best, said Medlicott, but we've been terribly afraid that the fire would slip away from us. It's the only thing, said Harry, too much excited at the moment to ask questions as to the cause of Melanchot's presence so far from his home at that time of the evening. It's getting round us, I'm afraid, all the same. I don't know, but it is. It's almost impossible to distinguish. How hot the fire makes it. "'What indeed,' said Harry. "'It's killing work for men, and then all for no good. "'To think that men, creatures that call themselves men,

"'should do such a thing as this, it breaks one heart.' "'He paused, as he spoke, leaning on the great battered bower which he held, "'but in an instant was at work with it again. "'Do you stay here, Mr. Medlico, with the men, "'and I'll go on beyond where you began. "'If I find the fire growing down, I'll shout, and they can come to me.' "'So saying, he rushed strong. with a lighted bush torch in his hand. Suddenly he found himself confronted in the bush by a man

on horseback, whom he at once recognised as Georgie Brownby. He forgot for a moment where he was, and began to question the reprobator as to his presence at that spot. "'That's like your impotence,' said Georgie, "'you're not only trespassing, but you're destroying our property wilfully, and you ask me what business I have here? You're a nice sort of young man.' Harry checked for a moment by the remembrance that he was in truth upon Bouloubal run did not at once answer. "'Put that bush down and don't burn our grass,' continued Georgie. "'Or you shall have to answer it.

What wide have you to fire our grass?' "'Who fired it first?' Lighted it itself. That's no rule why you should light it more. You give over, I punch your head for you!' Harry's men and Medlicot were advancing toward him, tramping out their own emper's as they came. And Georgie Bramby, who was alone, when he saw that there were four or five men

against him, turned round and rode back. "'Did you ever see impotence like that?' said Harry. "'He's probably the very man who set the match, and yet he comes and brains it out with me.' "'I don't think he's the man who set the match,' said Middickled quietly. "'At any rate, there was another.' "'Who was it?' "'My man noakes. "'I saw him with a torch in his hand.

"'Heaven and earth!' "'Yes, Mr. Heathcott, I saw him put it down. you're about right, you see, and I was about wrong. Harry had not a word to say, unless it were to tell the man that he loved him for the frankness of his confession. But the moment was hardly auspicious for such a declaration. There was no excuse for them to pause in their work, for the fire was still crackling at their back, and they did no more than pause.

Ah, said Harry, there it goes, we should be done at last. We saw that he was being outflanked by the advancing flames. But still they worked, drawing lines of fire here and there, and still they hoped that there might be ground for hope. Noakes had been seen, but, pregnant as the theme might be with words, it was almost impossible to talk. Questions could not be asked and answered without stopping in their toil. There were questions which Harry longed to ask.

Could Millicott swear to the man? Did the man know that he had been seen? If he knew they'd been watched while he lived the grass, he would soon be far away from Middicott's Mill and Gangoyle. Harry felt that it would be a consolation to him in his trouble if he could get hold of this man and keep him and prosecute him and have him hung. Even in the tumult of the moment he was able to reflect about it and to think that he remembered that the crime of arson was capital in the colony of Queensland.

He had endeavoured to be good to the men with whom he had dealings. He had not stinted their food or cut them short in their wages or been hard in exacting work from them. And this was his return. Ideas as to the excellence of absolute dominion and power flitted across his brain, such power as Abraham no doubt exercised. In Abraham's time the people were submissive,

and the world was happy. Harry Heathcote at least had never heard that it was not happy. But as he thought of all this, he worked away with his bush and his matches, extinguishing the flames here and lighting them there, striving to make a cordon of black bare ground between Boulogne and Gangoyle. Surely Abraham had never been called on to work like this? He and his men were in a line covering something about a quarter of a mile of ground,

of which line he was himself the nearest to the river, and Medicut and his foreman the farthest from it. The German and O'Dowd were in the middle, and Jacko was working with his master. If Harry had just cause for anger and sorrow in regard to Noakes and Bosco, he certainly had equal cause to be proud of the staunchness of his remaining satellites. The men worked with a will, as though the whole round had been the personal property of each of them. Noakes and Boscoble would probably have done the same, had the fires come before they had quarreled with their master.

It is a small and narrow point that turns the rushing train to the right or to the left. The rushing man is often turned off by a point as small and narrow. "'What word!' said Jacko on a sudden. "'Here they are, all across back!' And as he spoke, there was the sound of half a dozen horsemen galloping up to them through the bush. "'Why, there's boss his own self,' said Jacko. The two leading men were Joe and Jerry Brownby,

who for this night only had composed their quarrels, and close to them was Boscable. There were others behind, also mounted Jack Brownby and Georgie, and Noakes himself. But they, though their figures were seen, could not be distinguished in the gloom of the night. Nor indeed did Harry at first to discern of how many of the party consisted. It seemed that there was a whole troop of horsemen, whose purpose it was to interrupt him in his work, so that the flames could certainly go ahead. And it was evident that the men thought that they could do so without subjecting themselves to legal penalties.

As far as Harry Heathcote could see, they were correct in their view. he could have no right to burn the grass on Boulombong. He had no claim even to be there. It was true that he could plead that he was stopping the fire which they had purposely made, but they could prove his handerbork, whereas it would be almost impossible that he should prove theirs. The whole forest was not red but lurid with the fires, and the air was laden with both the smell and the heat of the conflagration. The horsemen were dressed, as was Harry himself, in trousers and shirts with old slouch hats,

and each of them had a cudgel in his hand. As they came galloping up through the trees, there were as uncanny and unwelcome a set of visitors as any man was ever called on to receive. Harry, necessarily, stayed his work, and stood still to bear the brunt of the coming attack. But Jack O'O went on with his employment faster than ever, as though a troop of men in the dark were nothing to him.

Jerry Brownby was the first to speak. "'What's this you're up to, Heathcote, firing our grass? It's arson.' you shall swing for this. I'll take my chance of that, said Harry, turning to his work again. No, I'm blessed if you do. Why'd ever emboss while I stopped these other fellas? The Brownbies had been aware that Harry's two boundary riders were with him, but had not heard of the arrival of Medlicat and the other man.

Noakes was aware that someone on horseback had been near him when he was firing the grass, but had thought that it was one of the party from Gang O'Ill. By the time that Jerry Brownby had reached the German, Medlicat was there also. "'Who that do you?' asked Jerry. "'Whose business is that of yours?' said Medicut. "'No business of mine. Are you firing our grass? I'll let you know my business pretty quickly.'

"'It's that fellow, Medlicut, from the sugar mill,' said Joe. "'The man that noakes is with.' "'I thought you was a horse of another colour,' continued Jerry, "'who'd been given to understand that Medlicott was Heathcote's enemy. "'Anyway, I won't have my grass fired. "'If God a mighty chooses to send fires, we can't help it. "'But I'm not going to have incendiaries here as well.' "'You're a new charm, and don't understand what you're about.

But you must stop this.' As Medicut still went on putting out the far, Jerry attempted to ride him down. Medlicott caught the horse by the rain and violently backed the brute in among the embers. The animal plunged and reared, getting his head loose, and at last came down, he and his rider together. In the meantime, Joe Brown be seeing this, rode up behind the sugar-planter, and struck him violently with his cudgel over the shoulder. Medlicat sank near to the ground, but at once recovered. covered himself. He knew that some bone on the left side of his body was broken, but he could

still fight with his white hand, and he did fight. Boscoble and Georgie Brownby both attempted to ride over Harry together, and might have succeeded, had not Jacko ingeniously inserted the burning branch of gum tree with which he had been working under the belly of the horse on which Boscoble was riding. The animal jumped immediately from the ground, bucking into the air, and Boscobo was thrown far over his head. Georgie Brownby then turned upon Jackie Brownby, then Bojaco was far too nimble to be caught and escaped among the trees. For a few minutes the fight was general, but the footman had the best of it, in spite of the injury down to Medlicut. Jerry was bruised and burned about the face by his fall among the ashes and did not much relish the work afterward.

Bosco was stunned for a few moments and was quite ready to retreat when he came to himself. Noakes, during the whole time, did not show himself, alleging as a reason afterward, the presence of his employer Medlicat. "'I'm blessed if you card is shan't hang you,' said Joe Brambi to him on their way home. "'Do you think we're going to fight the battles of a fellow like you, "'who hasn't plucked to come forward himself?' "'Of as much pluck as you,' answered Noakes, "'and I'm ready to fight you any day. "'But I know when a man is to come forward and when he's not.

"'Hang me, I'm not so near hanging as some folks of Boulabong. "'We may imagine, therefore, that the night was not spent pleasantly "'amonged among the Brambis after these adventures. There were, of course, very much cursing and swearing and very many threats before the party from Boulogne did retreat. Their great point was, of course, this, that Heathcote was wilfully firing the grass and was therefore no better than an incendiary. Of course they stoutly denied that the original fire had been intentional, and denied as stoutly that the original fire could be stopped by fires. But at last they went, leaving Heathcott and his party masters of the battlefield. Jerry was taken away in a sad condition, and in subsequent accounts of the transaction given from Boulogne, his fall was put forward as the reason of their flight, he having been the general on the occasion.

And Boscoble had certainly lost all stomach for immediate fighting. Immediately behind the battlefield, they come across Noakes and Sing Sing the runaway cook from Gangoyle. The poor Chinaman had made the mistake of joining the party which was not successful. But Harry, though the victory was with him, was hardly in a mood for triumph. He soon found that Medlicard's collarbone was broken, and it would be necessary, therefore, that he should return with the wounded man to the station. And the flames, as he feared, had altogether got a head of him during the fight. As far as they had gone, they'd stopped the fire, having made a black wilderness a mile and a half in length,

which, during the whole distance, ceased suddenly at the line at which the subsidiary fire had been extinguished. But while the attack was being made upon them, the flames crept on to the southward, and had now got beyond their reach. It had seemed, however, that the mass of fire which had got away from them was small, and already the damp of the night was on the grass, and Harry felt himself justified in hoping not that there might be no loss, but that the loss might not be ruinous. Medlicat consented to be taken back to Gangoyle instead of to the mill. Perhaps he thought that Kate's daily might be a better nurse than his mother, or that the quiet of the sheep station might be better for him

than the chatter of his own mill wheels. It was midnight, and they had a ride of 14 miles, which was hard enough upon a man with a broken collarbone. The whole party also was thoroughly fatigued. The work they had been doing was about as hard as could fall to a man's lot, and there had now been many hours without food. Before they started, Mickey produced his flask, the contents of which were divided equally among them all, including Jacko.

As they were preparing to start home, Medlicott explained that it had struck him by degrees that Heathcote might be right in regard to Noakes, and that he had determined to watch the man himself whenever he should leave the mill. On that Monday he had given up work somewhat earlier than usual, saying that, as the following day was Christmas, he should not come to the mill. From that time Medlicott and his foreman had watched him. Yes, said he, in answer to a question from Heathcote, I can swear that I saw him with a lighted torch in his hand, and that he placed it among the grass.

Though two others from Bulubon with him, then they must have seen him too. End of Chapter 9. Chapter 10 of Harry Heathcote of Gangorle by Anthony Trollope. This Librevox recording is in the public domain, recording by Simon Evers. Chapter 10 Harry Heathcote returns in triumph

When the fight was quite over and Heathcote's party had returned to their horses, Medlicat for a few minutes was faint and sick, but he revived after a while and declared himself able to sit on his horse. There was a difficulty in getting him up, but when there he made no further complaint. This, said he, as he settled himself in his saddle, is my first Christmas day in Australia. I landed early in January.

and last year I was on my way home to fetch my mother. It's not much like an English Christmas, said Harry. Nor yet as in Hanover, said the German. It's cork you should go to or go away by dad if you want to see Christmas kept after the old-fashioned, said Mickey. I think we used to do it pretty well in Cumberland, said Medicaid. There are things which can't be transplanted. They may have roast beef and all that, but you should have cold weather to make you feel that it is Christmas indeed.

We do it as well as be. we can, Harry pleaded. I've seen a great pudding come into the room all afar, just to remind one of the old country, when it has been so hot that one could hardly bear a shirt on one's shoulders. But yet there's something in it. One likes to think of the old place, though one is so far away. How do you feel now? Does the jolting hurt you much? If your horse is rough, change with me. This fellow goes as smooth as a lady. Medicut declared that the pain did not trouble him much. They'd have ridden over us only for you, continued Harry. My word, wouldn't lie, said Jacko, who was very proud of his own part in the battle.

I say, Mr. Medlicott, did you see Boss and his horse part company? You did, Mr. Harry. Didn't he fly like a bird all in among the bushes? I owed Boss one, I did, my word, and now I've paid him. I saw it, said Harry. He was riding at me as hard as he could come. I can't understand, Bosskable. "'Nokes is a sly, bad, slinking fellow, whom I never liked. "'But I was always good to Boss, and when he cheated me, as he did, about his time, "'I never even threatened to stop his money.' "'You taught him of it too plain,' said the German.

"'I did tell him, of course, as I should you. "'It has come to that now that if a man robs you, your own man, "'you're not dead to tell him of it. "'What would you think of me, Carl, if I were to find you out, "'and was to be afraid of speaking to you, "'liss you should turn against me and burn my fences.' "'Carl Bender shrugged his shoulders, holding his reins up to his eyes. "'I know what you ought to think,

"'and I wish that every man about Gangaar should be sure that I would always say what I think right. "'I don't know that I ever was hard upon any man. "'I try not to be.' "'True for you, Mr. Harry,' said the Irishman. "'I'm not going to pick my words because men like notes of Boscable have the power of injuring me. "'I'm not going to chuckle to rascals because I'm not going to chuckle to rascals because I'm afraid of them. I'd soon be burned out of my house and home

and go and work on the wharves in Brisbane than that. My word, yes, said Jacko, and I, too. If the devil is to get ahead, he must, but I won't hold a candle to him. You fellows may tell every man about the place, what I say. As long as I'm master of Gangoyle, I'll be master, and when I come across a swindle, I'll tell the man who does it he's a swindler.

I told boss to his face, but I didn't tell anybody else, "'And I shouldn't if he'd taken it right and medded his ways.' They all understood him very well, the German, the Irishman, Mediquet's foreman, Mediquet himself, and even Jacko, and though no doubt there was a feeling within the hearts of the men that Harry Heathcote was imperious, still they respected him, and they believed him. "'The master should be the master, no doubt,' said the Irishman. "'A man, that is a man, will not sell himself body and soul,' said the German slowly.

"'Do I want dominion over your soul, Carl Bender?' asked the Scotter, with energy. "'You know I don't, not over your body, except so far as it suits you to sell your services. "'What you sell, you part with readily, like a man. "'And it's not likely that you and I shall quarrel. "'But all this row about nothing can't be very pleasant to a man with a broken shoulder.' "'I like to hear you,' said Middicott. "'I'm always a good listener where men have something really to say.' "'Well, then I've something to say.'

cried Harry. There never was a man came to my house who might sooner see as a Christmas guest than yourself. Thank you, sir. It's more than I could have said yesterday with truth. It's more than you did say. Yes, by George, but you beat me now. When you're hard-pressed for hands down yonder, you send for me, and see if I won't turn the mill for you or pocains either. So are I, my word, yes, just for my rations. They had by this time reached the Gangorl fence, having taken the directest route for the house. But Harry, in doing this, had not been unmindful of the fire. Had Medi could not be wounded, he would have taken the parties somewhat out of the way, down southward, following the flames.

But Medlicat's condition had made him feel that he would not be justified in doing so. Now, however, it occurred to him that he might as well ride a mile or two down the fence and see what injury had been done. The escort of the men would be sufficient to take Medlicat to the station, and he would reach the place as soon as they. If the flames were still running ahead, he knew that he could not now stop them, but he could at least learn how the matter stood with him. If the worst came to the worst, he would not now lose more than three or four miles of fencing, and the grass off a corner of his run. Nevertheless, tired as he was, he could not bear the idea of going home without knowing the whole story. So he made his proposal.

Medlicott, of course, made no objection. Each of the men offered to go with him, but he declined their services. There is nothing to do, said he, and nobody to catch, and if the fire is burning, it must burn. So he went alone. The words that he had utter among his men had not been lightly spoken. He began to perceive that life would be very hard to him in his present position, or perhaps altogether impossible, as long as he was at enmity. with those around him. Old squatters whom he knew,

respectable men who had been in the colony before he was born, had advised him to be on good terms with the Brambis. You needn't ask him to your house, or go to them, but just soft-sorder them when you meet, an old gentleman had said to him. He certainly hadn't taken the old gentleman's advice, thinking that to soft-sorder,

so great a reprobator's Jerry Brambi, would be holding a candle to the devil. But his own plan had hardly answered. well he was sure at any rate of this that he could do no good now by endeavouring to be civil to the Brambis he soon came to the place where the fire had reached his fence and found that it had burned its way through and that the flames were still continuing their onward course the fence to the north or rather to the north-westward the point whence the wind was coming stood firm at the spot at which the fire had struck it dry as the wood was the flames had not travelled upward against the wind

but to the south the fire was travelling down the fence to stop this he rode half a mile along the burning barrier till he had headed the flames and then he pulled the bushes down and rolled away the logs so as to stop the destruction as regarded his fence there was less than a mile of it destroyed and that he could now leave in security as the wind was blowing away from it As for his grass, that must now take its chance. He could see the dark light of the low-running fire, but there was no longer a mighty blaze,

and he knew that the dew of the night was acting as his protector. The harm that had been as yet done was trifling, if only he could protect himself from further harm. After leaving the fire, he had still a ride of seven or eight miles through the gloom of the forest all alone. Not only was he weary, but his horse was so tired

that he could hardly get him to canter for a furlong. He regretted that he had not brought the boy with him, knowing well the service of companionship to a tired beast. He was used to such troubles, and could always tell himself that his back was bored enough to bear them, but his desolation among enemies suppressed him. Medlicot, however, was no longer an enemy. Then there came across his mind for the first time

an idea that Medlicott might marry his sister-in-law and become his fast friend. If he could have but one true friend, he thought that he could bear the enmity of all the brownbies. Hitherto he'd be entirely alone in his anxiety. It was between three and four when he reached Gangoyle, and he found that the party of horsemen had just entered the yard before him. The sugar-planter was so weak that he could hardly get off his horse. The two ladies were still watching when the cavalcade arrived, though it was then between three and four in the morning.

It was Harry's custom on such occasions to run up to the little gate close to the veranda, and there to hang his bridle till someone should take his horse away. But on this occasion he and the others rode into the yard. Seeing this, Mrs Heathcote and her sister went through the house and soon learned how things were. Mr Medlicard from the mill had come with a bone broken and it was their duty to nurse him till a doctor could be repured from Meriburra. Now Meriburra was 30 miles distant.

Someone must be dispatched at once. Jacko volunteered, but in such a service Jacko was hardly to be trusted. He might fall asleep on his horse and continue his slumbers on the ground. Mickey and the German both offered, but the men were so beaten by their work that Heathcad did not dare to take their offer. "'I'll tell you what it is, Mary,' he said to his wife. "'There's nothing for it but for me to go for Jackson.' Jackson was the doctor, and I can see the police at the same time.

"'You shan't go, Harry. You are so tired already you can hardly stand this moment. "'Give me some strong coffee at once. You don't know what that man has done for us.' "'I'll tell you all another time. I am more than a ride into Maryborough. "'I'll make the men get Yorkie up.' Yorkie was a favourite horse he had, while you make the coffee, and I need Colonel, Colonel was another horse,

well esteemed at Gangoyle. Jackson will come quicker on him than any other animal he can get at Maryborough, and so it was arranged, in spite of the wife's tears and entreaties. Harry had his coffee and some food, and started with his two horses for the doctor. Nature is so good to us that we are sometimes disposed

to think we might have dispensed with art. In the bush, where doctors cannot be half, had, bones will set themselves, and when doctors do come, but come slowly, the broken bones suit themselves to such tidiness. Medlicat was brought in and put to bed. Let the reader not be shocked to hear that Kate Daly's room was given up to him, as being best suited for a six-man's comfort, and the two ladies took it in turn to watch him. Mrs. Heathcote was of course the first, and remained with him till dawn. Then Kate crept.

stood to the door and asked whether she should relieve her sister. Medica was asleep, and it was agreed that Kate should remain in the veranda, and look in from time to time to see whether the wounded man required aught at her hands. She looked him very often, and then at last he was awake. "'Miss Daly,' he said, "'I feel so ashamed of the trouble I'm giving.' "'Don't speak of it. It is nothing. In the bush everybody, of course, does anything for everybody. When the words were spoken, she felt that they were not as complimentary as she would have wished.

You were to have come today, you know, but we did not think you'd come like this, did we? I don't know why I didn't go home instead of coming here. The doctor will reach Gain Goyle as soon as he could the mill. You are better here, and will send for Mrs. Medlicott as soon as the men have had a rest. How was it all, Mr. Medlicud? Harry says that there was a fight and that you came in just at the nick of time, and the buff for you all the rum would have been burned. Or not that at all.

He said so, and he went off so quickly and was so busy with things that we hardly understood him. Is it not dreadful that there should be such fighting? And then these horrid fires. You were in the middle of the fire, were you not? It suited Kate's feelings that Medicut should be the hero of this occasion. We were lighting them in front to put them out behind. and then while you were at work these men from budabong came upon you oh mr medlicott we should be so very very richard if you as much heard my sister is so unhappy about it it's only my collar-bone miss daly but that is dreadful she was still thinking of the one word that he had spoken when he had well not asked her for her love but said that which between a young man and a young woman ought to mean the same thing perhaps it meant nothing

She had heard that young men do say things which mean nothing. But to her, living in the solitude of gang-goil, but one word had been so much. Her heart had melted with absolute acknowledged love when the man had been brought through into the house with all the added attraction of a broken bone. While her sister had watched, she had retired, to rest, as Mary had said,

but in truth, to think of the chance which had brought her in this guise into familiar contact with the man she loved. and then when she had crept up to take her place in watching him she had almost felt that shame should restrain her but it was her duty and of course a man with the collar-bone broken would not speak of love it will make your christmas so sad for you he said oh as for that we mind nothing about it for ourselves we are never very gay here but you are happy oh yes quite happy "'except when Harry is disturbed by these troubles. "'I don't think anybody has so many troubles as a squatter. "'It sometimes seems that all the world is against him. "'We shall be allies now, at any rate.'

"'I do so hope we shall,' said Kate, "'putting our hands together in her energy, "'and then retreating from her energy with sad awkwardness "'when she remembered the personal application of her wish. "'Well, that is, I mean you and Harry?' "'She added in a whisper. Why not I and others besides Harry? It is so much for him to have a real friend.

Things concern us, of course, only just as they concern him. Women are never of very much account, I think. Harry has to do everything, and everything ought to be done for him. I think you spoil Harry among you. Don't you say so to Mary, or she will be fierce? I wonder whether I shall ever have a wife to stand up for me. me in that way. Kate had no answer to make, but she thought that it would be his own fault if he did not have a wife to stand up for him thoroughly. He has been very lucky in his wife. I think he has,

Mr. Medlicant, but you're moving about and you ought to lie still. There, I hear the horses, that's the doctor. I do so hope he won't say that anything very bad is the matter. She jumped up from her chair, which was close to his bed, and as she did so, just touched his hand with hers. It was involuntary on her part, having come of instinct rather than will, and she withdrew herself instantly. The hand she had touched belonged to the arm that was not hurt, and he put it out after her, and caught her by the sleeve as she was retreating. "'Oh, Mr. Medlicut, you must not do that. You will hurt yourself if you move in that way.' And so she escaped, and left the room, and did not see him again till the doctor had gone from

gang-goil. The bone had been broken simply as other bones are broken. It was now set, and the sufferer was, of course, told that he must rest. He had suggested that he should be taken home, and the Heathcats had concurred with the doctor in asserting that no proposition could be more absurd. He had intended to eat his Christmas dinner at Gang-Oil, and he must now pass his entire Christmas there. The sugar can go on very well for ten days, Harry had said. I'll go over myself and see about the men, and I'll fetch your mother over. To this, however, Mrs Heathcote had demurred successfully. You'll kill yourself, Harry, if you go on like this, she said.

Bender, therefore, was sent in the buggy for the old lady, and at last Harry Heathcar consented to go to bed. My belief is I shall sleep for a week, he said as he turned in, but he didn't begin his sleep quite at once. I'm very glad I went into Maryborough, he said to his wife, rising up from his pillow. I've sworn an information against Noakes and two of the Brownbies, and the police will be after them this afternoon.

They won't catch Noakes, and they can't convict the other fellows. But it will be something to clear the country of such a fellow, and something also to let them know that a detention is possible. Do you sleep now, dear? she said. Yes, I will. I mean to. But look here, Mary, if any of the police should come here, mind you wait me at once. And Mary, look here. Do you know I shouldn't be a bit surprised if that fellow was to be making up to Kate?

Mrs Heathcote, with some little inward chuckle at her husband's assumed quickness of apprehension, reminded herself that the same idea had occurred to her some time ago. Mrs. Heathlet gave her husband full credit for more than ordinary intelligence in reference to affairs appertaining to the breeding of sheep and the growing of wool. But you did not think highly of his discernment in such an affair as this. She herself had been much quicker. when she first saw mr middickut she felt at a godsend that such a man with the look of a gentleman and unmarried should come into the neighbourhood and in so feeling her heart had been entirely with her sister for herself it mattered nothing who came or did not come or whether a man were a bachelor or possessed of a wife and a dozen children all that a girl had a right to want was a good husband she was quite satisfied with her own lot in that respect but she was actually satisfied with her own lot in that respect but she was actually actually a woman

anxious enough on behalf of Kate. And when a young man did come, who might make matters so pleasant for them, Harry quarreled with him because he was a free selector. A free fiddle-stick, she once said to Kate, not, however, communicating to her innocent sister the ambition which was already filling her own bosom. Harry does take things so,

as though people weren't to live, some in one way, some in another. As far as I can see, Mr. Medicoat is a very nice fellow. catered of Mark that he was all very well, and nothing more had been said. But Mrs Heathcote, in spite of Harry's aversion, had formed her little project, a project which, if then, declared,

would have filled Harry with dismay. And now the young aristocrat, as he turned himself in his bed, made the suggestion to his wife as though it were all his own. I never liked to think much of these things beforehand, she said innocently. "'I don't know about thinking,' said Harry. "'But a girl might do worse.

"'If you should come up, don't set yourself against it.' "'Kate, of course, will please herself,' said Mrs Heathcote. "'Now do lie down and rest yourself.' "'His rest, however, was not of long duration. "'As he had himself suggested, "'two policemen reached Gangaweil at about three in the afternoon, "'on their way for Maryborough to Bullabong, "'in order that they might take Mr. Medlicott's deposition.

after heathcott's departure it had occurred to sergeant forest of the police and the suggestion having been transferred from the sergeant to the stipendary magistrate was now produced with magisterial sanction that after all there was no evidence against the brownbeys they had simply interfered to prevent the burney of the grass on their own run and who could say that they had committed any crime by doing so if medicut had seen noakes with a lighted branch in his hand the matter might be different with him and therefore medlicat's deposition was taken he had sworn that he'd seen noakes drag his lighted torch along the ground he had also seen other horsemen two or three as he thought but could not identify them jacko's deposition was also taken as to the man who had been heard and seen in the woolshed at the night jacko was ready to swear point blank that the man was noakes the policeman suggested that as the night was dark jacko might as well allow a shade of doubt to appear thinking that the shade of doubt would add strength to the evidence. But Jacob was not going to be taught what sort of oath he should swear. My word, he said, did not see his leg move? You cow why.

Armed with these depositions, the two constables went on to Boulabong in search of Noakes, and of Noakes only, much to the chagrin of Harry, who declared that the police would never really bestir themselves in a squatter's cause. As for Noakes, he'll be out of Queensland by this time tomorrow. End of chapter 10. Chapter 11 of Harry Heathcote of Gangoyle by Antony Trollope.

This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Simon Evers. Chapter 11, Sergeant Forrest. The Brownbee Party returned, after their midnight raid, in great discomfiture, to Bulabong. Their leader, Jerry, was burned about his hands and face in a disagreeable and unsightly manner. Joe had hardly made good to that character for

fighting it to the end, for which he was apt to claim credit. Boscable was altogether disconcerted by his fall, and Noakes, who had certainly shown no aptitude for the fray, was abused by them all as having caused their retreat by his cowardice, while Sing Sing, the runaway cook, who knew that he had forfeited his wages at Gangoyle, was forced to turn over in his heathenish mind the ill effects of joining the losing side. "'You're big fool, boss,' he said more than once to his friend of the woodsman, who had lured him away from the comforts of gang-goil.

I'll punch your head, John, if you don't hold your row, Boscobal would reply. But Singsing went on with his reproaches, and, before they had reached Boulabong, Bospol had punched the Chinaman's head. You're not coming in here, Jerry said to Tenox when they reached the yard gate. Who wants to come in, I suppose you're not going to send a fellow on

without a bit of grub after such a night's work? Give him some bread and meat, Jack, and let him go on. there'll be somebody here after him before long he can't hurt us but I don't want people to think that we are so fond of him that we can't do without harboring him here Georgie you'll go too if you take my advice that young Ker will send the police here

as sure as my name is Brownby and if they once get hold of you they'll have a great many things to talk to you about Georgie grumbled when he heard this but he knew that the advice given him was good and he did not attempt to enter the house so Noakes and he vanished away into the bush together

as such men do vanish, wandering forth to live as the wild beasts live. It was still a dark night when they went, and the remainder of the party took themselves to their beds. On the following afternoon they were lying about the house, sometimes sleeping and sometimes waking up to smoke, when the two policemen, who had already been at Gangoyle, appeared in the yard.

These men were dressed in flat caps, with short blue jackets, hunting breeches, and long black boots. very unlike any policeman in the old country are much more picturesque. They allegedly tied their horses up as if they had been in the habit of making weekly visits to the place and walked round to the veranda.

"'Well, Mr Brownby, and how are you?' said the sergeant to the old man. The head of the family was gracious and declared himself to be pretty well, considering all things. He called the sergeant by his name and asked the men whether they'd take a bite of something to eat. Joe also was courteous, and after a little delay in getting a key from his brother brought out the jar of spirits, which in the bush is regarded as the best sign known of thorough good breeding. The sergeant said that he didn't mind if he did, and the other man, of course, followed his office as example.

So far everything was comfortable, and the constables seemed in no hurry to allude to disagreeable subjects. They condescended to eat a bit of cold meat before they proceeded to business. and at last the matter to be discussed was first introduced by one of the brownby family i suppose you've heard that there was a scrimmage here last night said joe the brownby party present consisted of the old man joe and jack brownby and boscable jerry keeping himself in the background because of his disfigurement the sergeant as he swallowed his food acknowledged that he had heard something about it and that's what brings you here continued joe "'There ain't nothing wrong here,' said old Bramby. "'I hope not, Mr. Brownby,' said the sergeant. "'I hope not. We haven't got anything against you, at any rate.' Sergeant Forrest was a graduate of Oxford, the son of an English clergyman,

who, having his way to make in the world, had thought that an early fortune would be found in the colonies. He had come out, had failed, had suffered some very hard things, and now at the age of 35 enjoyed life thoroughly as a sergeant of the colonial police. "'You haven't got anything against anybody here, I should think,' said Joe. "'If you want to get them as begun it,' said Jack, "'and them as ought to be took up, you'll got a gang-oil.' "'Hold your tongue, Jack,' said his brother. "'Sargent Forrest knows where to go better than you can tell him.'

Then the sergeant asked a string of questions as to the nature of the fight who had been hurt and how badly had anybody been hurt and what other harm had been done. The answers to all these questions were given with a fair amount of of truth, except that the little circumstance of the origin of the fire was not explained. Both basketball and Joe had seen the torch put down, but it could hardly have been expected that they should have been explicit as to such a detail as that. Nor did they mention the names of either their brother George or Noakes.

And who was there in the matter? asked the sergeant. There was young Heathcote, and a boy he's got there, and the two chaps as he calls boundary rulers, and Medlicott, the a sugar fellow from the mill. And a chap of Medlicot's I never said eyes on before. They must have expected something to be up, or Heathcote would not have been going about at night with the tribe of men like that. And who were your party?

Well, there were just ourselves, four of us. For Georgie was here, and this fellow boscable. George never stays long, and he wouldn't be welcome if he did. He turned up just by chance like, and now he's off again. That was all, though. "'Of course they all knew that the sergeant knew that Noakes had been with them.' "'Well then, that wasn't all,' said Old Brambi. "'Bill Noakes was here.

"'Hermith could dismiss it ever so long ago, and that Chinese cook of his. "'He dismissed him, too, I suppose. "'And he dismissed Bosca Bullock here.' "'No one can live a gang-guile any time,' said Jack. "'Everybody knows that. "'He wants to be Lord Almighty over everything, "'but he ain't going to be Lord of Mighty at Bullabong.' "'And he ain't going to be Lord of mighty at Bullabong.'

"'And he ain't going to be Lord of a mighty at Bullabong.' to burn our grass either, said Joe. It's like his impudence, coming on to our run and burning everything before him. He calls himself a magistrate, but he's not to do just as he pleases because he's a magistrate. I suppose we can swear against him for lightly our grass, Sergeant. There isn't one of us that didn't see him do it. And where is Noakes? asked the sergeant, paying no attention to the application made by Mr. Brownby Jr. for a redress to himself.

Well, said Joe, Noakes isn't anywhere about Boobong. "'He's away with your brother, George?' "'I shouldn't wonder,' said Joe. "'It's a serious matter lighting a fire, you know,' said the sergeant. "'A man would have to swing for it.' "'There more isn't young Heathcote to swing,' demanded Jack. "'There is such a thing as intent, you know. "'When Heathcote lighted the fire,

"'where would the fire have gone if he hadn't kept putting it out "'as fast as he kept lighting it? "'On to his own run, not to yours.' "'And where would the other fire of gone, "'which somebody lit, and which nobody put out, if he hadn't been there to stop it. Unless you say against Heathcut the better. So, next is he?

He ain't here anyway, said Joe. When the round was over, we didn't let him in. We didn't want him about here. I dare say not, said the sergeant. Now let me go and see the spot where the fire was. So the two policemen with the two young Brambis rode away, leaving Boss Gobble with the old man. He knows everything about it, said old Brambi.

"'If you do,' said Boscopal, "'it ain't no odds.' "'Not a half-poth of odds,' said Jerry, "'coming out of his hiding-place. "'Who cares what he knows? "'A man may do what he pleases on his own run, I suppose.' "'He may not light a fire as'll spread,' said the old man. "'Ather, who's to prove that's what's in a man's mind?'

"'If I'd be notes, I'd have stayed and seen it out. "'I'd never be driven about the colony by such a fellow as Heathcote "'with all the police in the world to back him.' "'Sarton Forrest inspected to the ground on which the fire had re and the spot on which the men had met. But nothing came of his inspection, and he had not expected that anything would come of it. He could see exactly where the fire had commenced, and could trace the efforts of been made to stop it.

He did not in the least doubt the way in which it had been lit. But he did very much doubt whether a jury could find Noakes guilty, any of he could catch Noakes. Jacko's evidence was worth nothing. A missing medicate might be easily mistaken as to what he had seen at a distance in the middle of night. All this happened on Christmas Day. At about nine o'clock the same evening, the two constables reappeared at Gangoyle and asked for hospitality for the night. This was a matter of course, and also the reproduction of the Christmas dinner. Mrs. Medlicott was now there, and her son, with his collarbone set, had been allowed to come out onto the veranda. The house had already been

supposed to be full, but room, as a matter of course, was made for Sergeant Forrest and his man. "'It's a queer sort of Christmas we've all been having, Mr Heathcote,' said the sergeant, "'as the remnant of a real English plum-pudding was put between him and his man by Mrs. Growler. "'A little hotter than it is at home, eh?' "'Indeed it is. He must have had it hot last night, sir.' "'Very hot, Sergeant. We had to work uncommonly hard to do as well as we did. "'It was not a nice Christmas game, sir, was it?' "'I may,' said Mrs. Medlicott.

"'There's near Christmas games or any games, or any games, games yet at all, except just worrying and harrying, like so many dogs at each other's throats. And you think nothing more can be done, Harry asked. I don't think we should catch the men. When they get out backward, it's very hard to trace them. He's got a horse of his own with him, and he'll be beyond reach of the peace by this time tomorrow. Indeed, he's beyond their reach now. However, you'll have got rid of him. But there are others as bad as he left behind. I wouldn't trust that fellow Bosca Ball a yard. He won't stir, sir. He belongs to this country and does not want to leave it.

And when a thing has been tried like that and has failed, the fellows don't try it again. They're cowed-like by their own failure. I don't think you need fear far from the Bullabong side again this summer. After this, the sergeant and his man discreetly allowed themselves to be put to bed in the back cottage. For in truth, when they arrived, things had come to such a pass at Gangoyle that the two additional visitors were hardly welcome. but hospitality in the bush can be stayed by no such considerations as that let their employments or enjoyment on hand be what they may everything must yield to the entertainment of strangers the two constables were in want of their christmas dinner and it was given to them with no grudging hand as to nokes we may say that he has never since appeared in the neighbourhood of gangol and that none thereabouts ever knew what was his fate men such as he wander away from one colony into the next passing from one station to another, more sleepy on the ground,

till they become as desolate and savage as solitary animals. And at last they die in the bush, creepy, we may suppose, into hidden nooks, as the beasts do when the hour of death comes on them. End of Chapter 11. Chapter 12 of Harry Heathcut of Gangoyle by Anthony Trollope. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Simon Evers.

Chapter 12. Conclusion The constables had started from Gangoyle on their way to Bulabong a little after four, and from that time till he was made to get out of bed for his dinner, Harry Heathcote was allowed to sleep. He had richly earned his rest by his work, and he lay motionless without a sound in the broad daylight, with his arm under his head, dreaming no doubt of some happy squatting land in which there were no free selectors, no fires, no rebellious servants, no floods, no droughts, no wild dogs to worry the lambs, no grass seeds to get into the fleeces, and in which the price of wool stood steady at two shillings and sixpence a pound. His wife from time to time came into the room, shading the light from his

eyes, protecting him from the flies, and ministering in her soft way to what she thought might be his comforts. His sleep was of the kind which no light, nor even flies, can interrupt. Once or twice she stooped down and kissed his brow, but he was altogether unconscious of her caress. During this time old Mrs. Medlicott arrived, but her coming did not awake the sleeper, though it was by no means made in silence. The old woman sobbed and cried over her son, at the same time expressing her thankfulness so that he should have turned up in the forest so exactly at the proper moment, evidently taking part in the conviction that her Giles had saved gang oil and all its sheep.

And then there were all the necessary arrangements to be made for the night, in accordance with which almost everybody had to give up his or her bed and sleep somewhere else. But nothing disturbed Harry. For the present he was allowed to occupy his own room, and he enjoyed the privilege. Kate Daly during this time was much disturbed in mind. The reader may remember, Kate at any rate remembered well, that, just as the doctor had arrived to set his broken bone, Mr. Medlicott, disabled as he was,

had attempted to take her by the arm. He had certainly chosen an odd time for a declaration of love, just the moment in which he ought to have been preparing himself for the manipulation of his fractured limb. But, unless he had meant a declaration of love, surely he would not have seized her by the arm. It was a matter to her of great moment. Oh, of what vital importance!

The English girl living in a town, or even in what we may call the country, has no need to think of any special man till some special man thinks of her. Men are fairly plentiful, and if one man does not come, another will. And there have probably been men coming and going in some sort since the girl left her schoolroom and became a young lady. But in the bush the thing is very different. It may be that there is no young man available within 50 miles, no possible lover or or future husband, unless heaven should interfere almost with a miracle. To those to whom lovers are as plentiful as blackberries, it may seem indelicate to surmise that the thought of such a want should ever enter a girl's head.

I doubt whether a defined idea of any want had ever entered poor Kate's head. But now that the possible lover was there, not only possible, but very probable, and so eligible in many respects, living so close with a house-everous head and a good business, and then so handsome, and as Kate thought, so complete a gentleman. Of course she turned it much in her mind. She was very happy with Harry Keithcott, there never was a brother-in-law so good. But after all, what is a brother-in-law,

though he be the very best? Kate had already begun to fancy that a house of her own and a husband of her own would be essential to her happiness. But then a man cannot be expected to make an offer with a broken collarbone, certainly cannot do so just when the doctor has arrived to set the bone. Late on in the day when the doctor had gone and Medlicott was, according to instructions,

sitting out on the veranda in an armchair and his mother was with him, and while Harry was sleeping as though he never meant to be awake again, Kate managed to say a few words to her sister. It will be understood that the lady's hands were by no means empty. The Christmas dinner was in course of preparation

and syncing that villainous child. Chinese cook had absconded. Mrs. Gralor no doubt did her best, but Mrs. Grala was old and slow, and the house was full of guests. It was by no means an idle time, but still Kate found an opportunity to say a word to her sister in the kitchen. What do you think of him, Mary? To the married sister, him would naturally mean Harry Heathcote, of whom, as he lay asleep, the young wife thought that he was the very perfection of patriarchal pastoral man in his but she knew enough of human nature to be aware that the hymn of the moment to her sister was no longer her own husband. I think he's got his arm broken fighting for Harry, and that we are bound to do the best we can for him.

Oh yes, that's of course. I'm sure Harry will feel that. He used, you know, to, that is, not just to like him because he is a free selector. Oh, they'll drop all that now. Of course they could not be expected to know each other at the first starting. "'I shouldn't wonder if they became regular friends.' "'That would be nice. "'After all, though you may be so happy at home, "'it is better to have something like a neighbour, don't you think so?' "'It depends on who the neighbours are. "'I don't care much for the brownies.'

"'They are quite different, Mary.' "'I like the medicates very much.' "'I consider he's quite a gentleman,' said Kate. "'Of course he's a gentleman. "'Look here, Kate, I shall be ready to welcome Mr. Mediott's as a brother-in-law, if things should turn out that way? I didn't mean that, Mary. Did you not? Well, you can mean it if you, please, as far as I am concerned. Has he said anything to you, dear? No. Not a word. I don't know what you call a word,

not a word of that kind. I thought perhaps I think he meant it once, this morning. I dare say he meant it, and if he meant it this morning, he won't have forgotten his meaning to "'There's no reason why he should mean it, you know.' "'None in the least, Kate, is that?' "'Now you're laughing at me, Mary. "'I never used to laugh at you when Harry was coming. "'I was so glad, and I did everything I could.' "'Yes, you went away and left us in the botanical gardens, I remember.

"'But you see, there are no botanical gardens here, "'and the poor man couldn't walk about if there were. "'I wonder what Harry would say if it were to be so.' "'Of course he'd be glad. bad for your sake. But he does so despise free selectors, and then he used to think that Mr. Meddicket was quite as bad as the Brownies. I wouldn't marry anyone to be despised by you and Harry.' "'That's all gone by, my dear,' said the wife, feeling that she had to apologise for her husband's prejudices. Of course one has to find out what people are before one takes them to one's bosom.

Mr. Medicott has acted in the most friendly way about these fires, and I'm sure Harry would never despise him any more. He couldn't have done more for a real brother than have his arm broken. But you must remember one thing, Kate. Mr. Medlicott is very nice, and like a gentleman and all that. But you never can be quite certain about any man till he speaks out plainly. Don't set your heart upon him till you are quite sure that he has set his upon you. Oh, no, said Kate, giving her maidenly assurance when it was so much too late.

just at this moment Mrs. Gryla came into the kitchen and Kate's promises and her sister's cautions were for the moment silenced. "'I would have managed to get the dinner on the table, "'I for one don't know at all,' said Mrs. Grawler. "'There's Mrs. Bates will be here, that'll be six of them, "'and that Mr. Medlicott will want somebody to do everything for him "'because he's been and got himself smashed, "'and that the old lady has just come out from home

"'and is as particular as anything. "'Mr. Harry himself never thinks of things at all. "'One pair of hands, them very old, can't do everything for everybody? All of which was very well understood to mean nothing at all. Household deficiencies, and indeed all deficiencies, are considerable or insignificant in accordance with the aspirations of those concerned. When a man has a regiment of servants in his dining-room,

with beautifully cut glass, a forest of flowers, and an iceberg in the middle of his table, if the weather be hot, his guests will think themselves ill-used and badly fed if ought in the banquet be astray. There must not be a rose-leaf ruffled, a failure in the attendance, a fording off in a dish, or a fault in the wine is a crime. But the same guests shall be merry as the evening is long, with a leg of mutton and whiskey-toddy, and will change their own plates and clear their own table and think nothing wrong, if from the beginning such has been in the intention of the giver of the feast.

In spite of Mrs. Grasler's prognostications, the other cook had absconded, and the chief guest of the occasion could not cut up his own meat, that Christmas dinner at Gangloil was eaten with great satisfaction. Harry had been so far triumphant. He had stopped the fire that was intended to ruin him, he had beaten off his enemies on their own ground, and he was no longer oppressed by that sense of desolation which had almost overpowered him. We'll give one toast, Mrs. Medlicott, he said when Mrs. Grasler and Kate Poteen, them had taken away the relics of the plum pudding. Our friends at home. The poor lady drank the toast with a sob. It's very well for you, Mr Heathcote. You're young and we'll win your way home and see old friends again, no doubt.

But I'll never see any of me more, except those I have here. Nevertheless, the old lady ate her dinner and drank her toddy, and made much of the occasion, going in and out to her son upon the veranda. Soon after dinner, Heathcote, as was his wound, strayed out with his Prime Minister Bates to consult on the dangers which might be supposed still to threaten his kingdom, and Mrs. Heathcote, with her youngest boy in her lab, sat talking to Mrs. Medlicott in the parlour. Such was not her custom in weather such as this. Kate had been sent out onto the veranda with special command to attend to the wants of the sufferer,

and Mrs. Heathcott would have followed her had she not remembered her sister's appeal. I did everything I could for you. In those happy days, Kate had been very good, and certainly deserved requital for her services. And therefore, when the men had gone out, Mrs. Heathcote, with her guest, remained in the warm room, and went so far as to suggest that at that period of the day,

the room was preferable to the veranda. Poor Miss Edelcote was new to the ways of the bush, and fell into the trap. Thus, Kate Daly was left alone with her wounded hero. when told to take him out his glass of wine and when conscious that no one followed her she felt as her to have been guilty of some great sin and was almost tempted to escape she had asked her sister for help and this was the help that was forthcoming help so palpable so manifest as to be almost indelicate would he think that plans were being made to catch him now that he was a captive and impotent the thought that it was possible that such an idea might occur to him was terrible to her she would rather lose him altogether than feel the stain of such a suggestion on her own conscience she put the glass of wine down on the little table by his side and then attempted to withdraw "'Stay a moment with me,' he said.

"'Where are they all?' "'Mary and your mother are inside. "'Harry and Mr. Bates have gone across to look at the horses.' "'I almost feel as though I could walk, too.' "'You must not think of it yet, Mr. Medlicott. "'It seems almost a wonder that you shouldn't have to be in bed, "'and you with your collarbone broken only last night. "'I don't know how you can bear it as you do.'

"'I should be so glad I broke it, "'if one thing will come up. about. "'What thing?' asked Kate, blushing. "'Kate, may I call you, Kate?' "'I don't know,' she said. "'You know I love you, do you not? You must know it. "'Dear is Kate, can you love me and be my wife?' His left arm was bound up and was in a sling, but he put out his right hand to take hers

if she would give it to him. Kate Daly had never had a lover before, and felt the occasion to be trying. She had no doubt about the matter. If it were only proper for her to declare herself, she could swear with a safe conscience that she loved him better than all the world. Put your hand here, Kate, he said. As the request was not exactly for the gift of her hand, she placed it in his. May I keep it now? She could only whisper something which was quite inaudible, even to him. I shall keep it. and think that you are all my own. Stooped down Kate and kiss me if you love me.

She hesitated for a moment of trying to collect her thoughts. She did love him and was his own. Still, to stoop and kiss a man who, if such a thing were to be allowed at all, ought certainly to kiss her. She did not think she could do that. But then she was bound to protect him, wounded and broken as he was, from his own imprudence. And if she did not stoop to him,

he would rise to her. She was still in doubt, still standing with her hand in his, half bending over him, but yet half resisting as she bent, when all suddenly Harry Heathcote was on the veranda, followed by the two policemen who had just returned from Boulog. She was sure that Harry had seen her and was by no mean sure that she had been quick enough in escaping from her lover's hand to have been unnoticed by the policeman also. She fled away as though guilty, and could hardly recover health sufficiently to assist Mrs. in producing the additional dinner which was required. The two men were quickly sent to their rest, as has been told before, and Harry, who had in truth seen how close to his friend, his sister and all had been standing, would, had it been possible, have restored the lovers

to their old positions. But they were all now on the veranda, and it was impossible. Kate hung back, half in and half out of the sitting-room, and old Mrs. Meddickett had seated herself close to her son. Harry was lying at full length on a rug, and his wife was sitting over him. Then, Charles Medlicott, who was not quite contented with the present condition of affairs, made a little speech. "'A Mrs. Heathcote,' he said, "'I have asked your sister to marry me.' "'Dearie me, Charles,' said Mrs. Middickard. Kate remained no longer half in and half out of the parlour, but retreated altogether and hid herself.

Harry turned himself over on the rug and looked up at his wife claiming infinite credit in that he had foreseen that such a thing might happen And what answer has she given you? said Mrs Heathcote She hasn't given me any answer yet I wonder what you and Heathcote would say about it

What Kate has to say is much more important replied the discreet sister I should like it of all things said Harry jumping up It's always best to be open about these things when you first came here I didn't like you you took a bit of my river frontage not that it does me any great harm

and then I was angry about that scoundrel noakes I was wrong about noakes said middickut and have therefore have my collarbone broken as to the land you'll forgive my having it if Kate will come and live there by George I should think so Kate why don't you come out

come along my girl Middlicott has spoken out openly and you should answer him in the same fashion. So saying he dragged her forth, and I fear that, as far as she was concerned, something of the sweetness of her courtship was lost by the publicity with which she was forced to confess her love. Would you go, Kate, and make sugar down at the mill? I've often thought how bad it would be for Mary and me when you were taken away, but we can't mind it so much if we knew that you are to be near us. Speak to him, Kate, said Mrs. Heathcote, with her arm round her sister's waste.

I think she's minded to have him, said Mrs. Medicate. Tell me, Kate, should it be so? Pleaded the lover. She came up to him and leaned over him and whispered one word which nobody else heard. But they all knew what the word was. And before they separated for the night, she was left alone with him, and he got the kiss for which he was asking when the policeman interrupted them. That's what I call all.

Happy Christmas, said Harry, as the party finally parted for the night. End of Chapter 12. End of Harry Heathcote of Ganglell.