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"I do wish he would come !" 
 
 rP((7(? 2(jij. 
 
HAEEY HEATHCOTE 
 
 OF 
 
 GANGOIL. 
 
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 By ANTHONY TROLLOPE. 
 
 Houtfon : 
 SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, LOW, & SEARLE, 
 
 CROWN BUILDINGS, ISS, FLEET STREET. 
 
 1874. 
 
 [All rigJds 7'eserved.'] 
 
LONDON : 
 GILBEET AND EITINGTON, PEINTEES, 
 
 ST. John's squaee. 
 
1 %74 
 
 hA ft IM 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 CHAP. PAGE 
 
 I. — Gangoil .... 
 II. — A Night's Eide . 
 III. — Medlicot's Mill 
 IV. — Harry Heathcote's Appeal 
 
 V. BOSCOBEL .... 
 
 YI. — The Brownbies op Boolabong 
 VII. — " I WISH you'd like me " . 
 VIII. — " I do wish he would come ! " 
 IX. — The Bush Fight 
 
 X. — Harry Heathcote returns in triumph 242 
 
 XI. — Sergeant Forrest 
 XII. — Conclusion 
 
 1 
 
 31 
 57 
 82 
 108 
 133 
 162 
 187 
 212 
 
 272 
 290 
 
 339 
 
HAEEY HEATHCOTE OF GANGOIL. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 GANGOIL. 
 
 Just a fortniglit before Christmas, 1871, a 
 young man, twenty-four years of age, re- 
 turned liome to his dinner about eight 
 o'clock in the evening. He was married, 
 and with him and his wife hved 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 
 
2 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 and tlie wife's sister each had a child in its 
 lap, the elder having seen some fifteen 
 months of its existence, and the younger 
 three months. " He has been ont since 
 seven, and I don't think he's had a mouth- 
 ful," 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 nobbier. I did get a bit of 
 damper and a pannikin of tea up at the 
 German's 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." 
 
GangoiL 
 
 '' I hate old Bates," said the wife. " He 
 always propliesies evil, and complains about 
 his rations." 
 
 '' He knows more about sheep than any 
 man this side of the Mary," said her hus- 
 band. 
 
 From all this I trust the reader will 
 understand that the Christmas to which 
 he is introduced is not the Christmas with 
 which he is intimate on this side of the 
 Equator — a Christmas of blazing fires in- 
 doors, and of sleet and snow and frost 
 outside — but the Christmas of Australia, 
 in which happy land the Christmas fires 
 are apt to be lighted, or to light them- 
 selves, when they are by no means needed. 
 
 The young man who had just returned 
 home had on a flannel shirt, a pair of mole- 
 skin trousers, and an old straw hat, battered 
 
 B 2 
 
Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 nearly out of all shape. He liad 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 
 briar- wood 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 Aus- 
 tralian 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 Gan- 
 goil, 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 
 
Gano;oil, 
 
 neighbours lie 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. 
 Heathcote of Gangoil 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 
 seldom with any except 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 
 
6 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 once into patriarclial power, and, being a 
 man determined to thrive, had become 
 laborious and tliouglitful beyond liis years. 
 Harry Heatlicote bad been left an or- 
 phan, 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 pur- 
 pose of emigrating. Boys less than him- 
 self in stature got above him at school, and 
 he had not liked it. For a twelvemonth 
 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 lad had not returned, and it 
 was now a settled conviction among all 
 who knew him that he would make or mar 
 
Gang oil. 
 
 Ms fortune in the new land that lie 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 pig- 
 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 in- 
 sight rather 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 
 
8 Hariy Heathcote of Gaiigoil. 
 
 indefatigable industry. That trade was 
 tlie 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 ride for ten miles in each direction 
 without getting off his own pastures. He 
 was master, as far as his mastership went, 
 of 120,000 acres — almost an English 
 county — and it was the pride of his heart 
 to put his foot ofi* 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, &c., once or twice 
 a year from thence. But the trafiic did 
 
Gan^oiL 
 
 not require his own presence at tlie city. 
 So self-contained was 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 be- 
 yond 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 verandah, 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 Eng;land. 
 
 He had married a fair girl, the orphan 
 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 idohzed him. His 
 
lo Harry Heathcote of Gangoil, 
 
 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 some- 
 what. The people about the Mary said 
 that she was fairer and sweeter to look at, 
 even than the elder sister. Mrs. Heath- 
 cote 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 estabhshment as 
 that at Gangoil. 
 
 When he had washed his hands and face, 
 and had swallowed the very copious but 
 weak allowance of brandy and water which 
 his wife mixed 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." 
 
GangoiL 1 1 
 
 « 
 
 " Why not, Harry ?" asked his Avife. 
 
 " Because I don't want him to break his 
 heart every day of his hfe." 
 
 "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 hot it must have been to-day. We 
 could only bear it in the verandah 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 sun- stroke, 
 
12 Harjy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 one does not complain. The sun lias a 
 right to be there, and is no interloper, like 
 a free-selector. I can't understand why 
 free- selectors and musquitoes should have 
 been introduced into the arrangements of 
 the world." 
 
 ''I s'pose the poor must live some- 
 wheres, and 'squiters, too," said Mrs. 
 Growler, the old maid-servant, as she put 
 a boiled leg of mutton on the table. *' J^ow, 
 Mr. Harry, if you're hungered there's 
 something for you to eat, in spite of 
 the free-selectors." 
 
 *' Mrs. Growler," said the master, " ex- 
 cuse me for saying that you jump to 
 conclusions." 
 
 "My jumping is pretty well nigh done," 
 said the old woman. 
 
 " By no means. I find that old people 
 
GangoiL i '^ 
 
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 can jump quite as briskly as young. You 
 have 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 my mind is not 
 a poor man, though I won't swear but 
 what he will be before a year is over." 
 
 " I know who you mean, Mr. Harry ; 
 you mean the Medlicots. A very nice 
 gentleman is Mr. Medlicot, and a very 
 nice old lady is Mrs. Medlicot. And a 
 deal of good-lhe^ice-going to do by all 
 accounts." 
 
 "Now, Mrs. Growler, that will do," 
 said the wife. 
 
 The dinner consisted of a boiled leg of 
 mutton, a large piece of roast beef, pota- 
 toes, onions, and an immense pot of tea. 
 
14 Har7y Heathcote of Gangoil, 
 
 No glasses wore even put upon the table. 
 The two ladies had dressed for dinner, and 
 were bright and pretty as they 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 are 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 to-night ?" 
 
 " Yes, indeed." 
 
 *' On horseback?" 
 
 " How else ? Old Bates 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 ticklish thing to think that 
 
GangoiL 1 5 
 
 a spark of fire anywhere about the place 
 might ruin me, and to know at the same 
 time that every man about the run, and 
 every swagsman that passes along, have 
 matches in their pockets. There isn't a 
 pipe lighted on Gangoil this time of the 
 year that mightn't make a beggar of you 
 and me. That's another reason why I 
 wouldn't have the young 'un a squatter." 
 
 " I declare I think that squatters have 
 more trouble than any people in the 
 world," said Kate Daly. 
 
 '' 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 Medlicqt, a stranger who had lately 
 settled near him ; and that this last remark 
 
1 6 Harry Heathcote of Gaugoil. 
 
 referred to a somewliat favourable opinion 
 wliicli liad been expressed about the 
 stranger by tlie two ladies. It was a little 
 unfair, as having been addressed specially 
 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 Medlicots' 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 ; 
 
Gangoil. 1 7 
 
 and yet one seems to be surly 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 will 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 Gangoil. 
 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 
 throuo^h to me on to the verandah." 
 
 Gangoil was decidedly in the bush; 
 according to common Australian parlance, 
 
 
 
1 8 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 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 
 Heathcotes lived absolutely and actually in 
 the bush. There are Australian pastures 
 which consist of plains on which not a tree 
 is to be seen for miles ; but others are 
 forests, so far extending that their limits 
 are almost unknown. Gangoil was sur- 
 rounded 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 platted, 
 through which no path could be made 
 without an axe, but of which the greater 
 
GangoiL 1 9 
 
 portions were open, without any under- 
 wood, 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 one 
 hundred 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 " ringing " the 
 bark; but they still stood like troops of 
 skeletons, and would stand, very ugly to 
 
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20 Harry Heathcote of Gan^oil. 
 
 look at, till they fell in tlie course of nature 
 by reason of their own rottenness. There 
 was a man always at work about the place 
 — Boscobel he was called — whose sole busi- 
 ness 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 there 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 Gangoil 
 run, each of which comprised over ten 
 thousand acres, and as all the land was 
 undulating, and as the timber was around 
 you everywhere, one paddock was exactly 
 
Gangoil. 2 1 
 
 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 any one 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 farther 
 west passed across the run ; but these 
 roads and tracks would travel hither and 
 thither, new tracks being opened from time 
 to time by the heavy wool- drays and store 
 waggons, as in wet weather the ruts on the 
 old tracks would become insurmountable. 
 
 The station itself was certainly very 
 pretty. It consisted of a cluster of cot- 
 tages, each of which possessed a ground 
 
22 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 floor only. I^o such luxury as stairs was 
 known at Gangoil. 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 Heathcotes lived, 
 contained only one sitting-room, and a bed- 
 room 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 verandah which ran along the 
 front and two ends of the house. It was 
 twelve feet broad, and of course of great 
 leno'th. Here were clustered 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, while his wife, or his wife's sister, 
 read to hun. It was here, in fact, that 
 
GangoiL 2 3 
 
 tliey lived, having a parlour simply for 
 tlieir meals. Behind the main edifice there 
 stood, each apart, various buildings, form- 
 ing an irregular quadrangle. The kitchen 
 came first, with a small adjacent chamber, 
 in vs^hich slept the Chinese man cook, Sing 
 Sing, as he had come to be called; then 
 the cottage, consisting also of three rooms 
 and a small verandah, in which lived 
 Harry's superintendent, commonly known 
 as Old Bates — a man who had been a squat- 
 ter 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 
 anusual, guests known or unknown came 
 the way; and here Harry himself would 
 sleep, if the entertainment of other ladies 
 crowded the best apartments. Then at the 
 
24 Harry Heathcote of Gang oil. 
 
 back of the quadrangle was the store — 
 perhaps of all the buildings the most im- 
 portant. In here was kept a kind of shop, 
 which was supposed, according to an obso- 
 lete rule, to be open for custom for half a 
 day twice a week. The exigencies of the 
 station did not allow of this regularity; 
 but after some fashion the shop was main- 
 tained. Tea was to be bought there, and 
 sugar, tobacco, and pickles, jam, nails, 
 boots, hats, flannel shirts, and moleskin 
 trousers. Anybody who came might buy ; 
 but the intention was to provide the station 
 hands, who would otherwise have had to go 
 or send thirty 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 
 
Gangoil. 25 
 
 bush delicacies, and tlie cost would be de- 
 ducted from tlieir wages. The tea and 
 sugar, and flour also, was given out weekly 
 as rations — so much a week — and 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 around him. For such lux- 
 uries 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 car- 
 riages 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 Heathcote still made wonderful 
 
26 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 journeys in them, taking care generally that 
 tlie wheels were sound, and using ropes for 
 the repair of dilapidations. The stables 
 were almost unnecessary, as the horses, of 
 which the supply at Gangoil was very large, 
 roamed in the horse-paddock — a compara- 
 tively small enclosure, containing not above 
 three or four hundred acres — and were 
 driven up as 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 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 stable arranorements would not 
 
Gangoil. 2 7 
 
 Lave commanded respect in the " Shires." 
 The animals were never groomed, never 
 fed, and most of them never shod. They 
 lived upon grass, and, as he always said, 
 " cut their own bread and butter " for 
 themselves. 
 
 Gangoil was certainly very pretty. The 
 verandah was covered in with striped 
 blinds, so that when the sun shone hot, 
 or when the rains fell heavily, or when 
 the musquitoes 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 
 falling garden — heart-breaking, indeed, in 
 
28 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 regard to vegetables, for tlie opossums 
 always came first, and they wlio followed 
 the opossums got but little. But the 
 garden gave a pleasant homelike 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 wool -shed, which he 
 had also built, and Avhich he regarded 
 as first and foremost among wool-sheds 
 in those parts. By-and-by we shall be 
 called on to visit the wool-shed. Though 
 Heathcote had done all this for Gangoil, it 
 must be understood that the vast extent of 
 territory over which his sheep ran was by 
 no means his own property. He was 
 
Gangoil. 2 9 
 
 simply tlie tenant of the Crown, paying a 
 rent computed at so mucli a slieep. 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 verandah, 
 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 hfe. This was Jacko — so-called, 
 and no one knew him by any other name 
 — a lad whom Heathcote had picked up 
 
30 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil, 
 
 about six montlis since, and wlio had 
 become a favourite. 
 
 '' The old woman says as you was 
 wanting me?" suggested Jacko. 
 
 " Going to be fine to-night, Jacko ?'* 
 
 Jacko went to the edge of the verandah 
 and looked up to the sky. 
 
 "My word! little squall a coming!" he 
 said. 
 
 "I wish it would come from ten thousand 
 buckets !" said the master. 
 
 " Ko buckets 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 saddled there; I'll ride Hamlet." 
 
A Nighfs Ride, 3 1 
 
 CHAPTER 11. 
 
 A night's eide 
 
 Haiiiiy jumped from the grouiicl, 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 the 
 verandah to see him start. 
 
 " It's as dark as pitch," said Kate Daly. 
 
 '' That's because you have just come out 
 of the hght." 
 
 " 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 
 
3 2 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 now. I shall be back about twelve." So 
 saying, lie broke at once into a gallop and 
 vanisbed into the nigbt, bis young groom 
 scampering after bim. 
 
 " Wby should be go out now?" Kate 
 said to her sister. 
 
 'Ijleis afraid of fipe." 
 
 " But be can't prevent the fires by 
 riding about in the dark. I suppose the 
 fires come from the beat." 
 
 " He thinks they come from enemies, and 
 be 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 
 
> 
 
 A Night's Ride, 33 
 
 its predecessor. But Gangoil was not far 
 outside tlie tropics, and there were no long 
 summer nights. The heat was intense ; 
 but there was a low soughing wind, which ;v^^f 
 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 being 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 can sit your horse jumping, 
 Jacko?" he asked. 
 
 " My word ! jump like glory ! " answered 
 Jacko. 
 
 He was soon tried. Harry rode at the 
 bush fence, which was not, indeed, much 
 
 D 
 
34 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 of a fence, made of logs lengthways and 
 crossways, about three feet and a half 
 high, and went over it. Jacko followed 
 him, rushing his horse at the leap, losing 
 his seat, and almost falling over the ani- 
 mal's shoulders as he came to the ground. 
 
 "My word!" said Jacko, just saving 
 himself by a scramble; " who ever 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 ? Well, you go on. I don't know 
 that I'm a duffer. Duffer, indeed ! My 
 word !" 
 
 Heathcote had turned to the left, leav- 
 ing the track, which was indeed the main 
 road towards the nearest town and the 
 coast, and was now pushing on through 
 
A Night's Ride. 35 
 
 tlie forest witli no pathway at all to guide 
 liim. To ordinary eyes tlie 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 him- 
 self, unconsciously, topographical instincts 
 which are unintelligible to the inhabitants 
 of cities. Harry, too, was near his own 
 home, and went forward through the thick 
 gloom 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 ? " 
 
 D 2 
 
36 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " Hold your tongue, or I'll put nij whip 
 across your back. Get down and lielp 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 grumbled 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 wool-shed," said Jacko. 
 
 "We're eight miles beyond the wool- 
 shed," said Harry. They had now crossed 
 another paddock, and had come to the ex- 
 treme fence on the run. The Grangoil pas- 
 tures extended much farther, 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 moveable 
 
A Night's Ride, 37 
 
 bars — Tvliicli had been Heatlicote's intended 
 destination. " Hold tbe liorses, 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 instan^ 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, any way." 
 
 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, 
 
38 Harry Heathcote of Ga7igoiL 
 
 as lie knew well, had been cultivated and 
 was covered with sugar-canes. Where he 
 stood he was not distant above a quarter of 
 a mile from the river, and the field before 
 him ran down to the banks. This was the 
 selected land of Gile^Medlicot — 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 be- 
 tween 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 
 
A Night's Ride. 
 
 was coming. There was still the low 
 moan to be heard contin-iiallj through the 
 forest, and yet not a leaf seemed to be 
 moved. 
 
 After a while he thono^ht he cauc^ht 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 Medlicot." 
 
 ''Oh, Mr. Medlicot, is it?" 
 
 " Is that Mr. Heathcote ? Good night, 
 Mr. Heathcote. You are going about at a 
 
 late hour of the night." 
 
40 Harry Hcathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " I liave to go about early and late ; but 
 I ain't later tlian you." 
 
 " I'm close at home," said Medlicot. 
 
 " I am, at any rate, on my own run," 
 said Harry. 
 
 " You mean to say that I am trespass- 
 ing," said the other; "because I can very 
 soon jump back over the fence." 
 
 " I didn't mean that at all, Mr. Medlicot ; 
 anybody is 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 more careful 
 about smoking." 
 
 " My canes, Mr. Heathcote, would burn 
 quite as quickly as your grass." 
 
A Night's Ride. 41 
 
 " It is not only tlie grass. I've a liiin- 
 dred miles of fencing on the run, wliicli is 
 as dry as tinder ; not to talk of the station 
 and the wool-shed." 
 
 ^' They shan't suffer from my neglect, 
 Mr. Heathcote." 
 
 " You have men about v^ho mayn't 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 
 fire 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 your men." 
 
 " That was a fortnight since. There was 
 no heat then, and the men were boiling 
 their kettle. I spoke about it." 
 
 '^ A log hke that, Mr. Medlicot, will burn 
 
42 Harry Heathcote of Ga7igoiL 
 
 for weeks sometimes. I'll tell you fairly 
 wliat 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." 
 
 " You mean JSTokes. As far as I know, 
 he's a decent man. You wouldn't have me 
 not employ a man just because you had 
 dismissed him ?" 
 
 '^ Certainly not — that is, I shouldn't 
 think of dictating to you about such a 
 thing." 
 
 " Well, no, Mr. Heathcote, I suppose not. 
 Nokes has got to earn his bread though 
 you did dismiss him. I don't know that 
 he's not as honest a man as you or I." 
 
 " If so, there's three of us very bad — 
 that's all, Mr. Medlicot. Good night — 
 and if you'll trouble yourself to look after 
 
A Nighfs Ride. 43 
 
 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. 
 
 Medlicot had placed himself on the fence 
 during 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 be an ignorant, pre- 
 judiced, 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 oc- 
 cupies thousands of acres, and employs 
 three or four men. I till about two hun- 
 dred, and maintain thirty families. But he 
 is such a pig that he can't understand all 
 that ; and he thinks that I must be some- 
 
44 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 thing low because I've 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 Medlicot's soliloquy 
 as he sat swinging his legs, and still smok- 
 ing his pipe, on the fence which divided his 
 sugar-canes from the other young man's 
 run. 
 
 And Harry Heathcote uttered his soli- 
 loquy also. " I wouldn't swear that he 
 wouldn't do it himself, after all;" meaning 
 that he almost suspected that Medlicot 
 himself would be an incendiary. To him, 
 in 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 
 
A Night's Ride. 45 
 
 girls — meaning his wife and sister-in-law — 
 to tell liim 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 Medlicot 
 went about dressed like a man in the towns, 
 exhibiting, as Harry thought, a contemp- 
 tible, unmanly finery. Of what use was it 
 to tell him that Medlicot was a gentleman ? 
 What Harry knew was, that, since Medlicot 
 had come, he had lost his sheep, that the 
 heads of three or four had been found 
 buried on Medlicot' s side of his run, and 
 that if he dismissed '' a hand " Medlicot 
 employed him — a proceeding which,- in 
 Harry Heathcote's aristocratic and patri- 
 archal views of life, was altogether ungen- 
 tlemanlike. How were the '* hands" to be 
 
46 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 kept in tlieir place if one employer of labour 
 ydid not back np another ? 
 
 He had been warned to be on liis 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, whom 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, Karl 
 Bender by name, and a servant of his own, 
 had told him that there would be fire about 
 before long. " Why should any one 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 
 
A Night's Ride. 47 
 
 lie, too, could have quarrelled, and liave 
 avenged himself, had it not chanced that 
 he had come to the point of loving instead 
 of hating his employer. 
 
 " You like too much to be governor over 
 all," said the German, as he stooped over 
 the fire in his own hub in his anxiety to 
 boil the water for Heathcote's tea. 
 
 " Somebody must be governor, or every- 
 thing would go fothe-devilXi'' said Harry. 
 
 '^ Dat's true ; only fellows don't like be 
 made feel it," said the German. " J^okes, 
 he was made feel it when you put him over 
 de gate." 
 
 But neither would Bates nor the German 
 express absolute suspicion of any man. 
 That Medlicot's "hands" at the sugar-mill 
 were stealing his sheep, Harry thought that 
 he knew; but that was comparatively a 
 
48 Hcwry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 small affair, and lie would not have pressed 
 it, as lie was witliout absolute evidence. 
 And even lie had a feeling that it would be 
 unwise to increase the anger felt against 
 himself — at any rate, during the present 
 heats. 
 
 Jacko had his pipe still alight when 
 Heathcote returned. "You joung 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 kneeling 
 on the ground, , and holding the lighted 
 match in his hand, shook his head and 
 tapped his breast, indicating that he had 
 
A Night's Ride. 49 
 
 burned tlie grass. '' You dropped the 
 matcli by accident ? " 
 
 " My word, no ! Did it o' purpose to see. 
 It's all just one as gunpowder, Mr. Harry." 
 
 Harry 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 re- 
 spect 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 accu- 
 rately what justice demanded for others as 
 
 E 
 
50 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 well as for himself. As far as tlie 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 wool- 
 shed, and so on to the station, and they 
 had turned homewards. When they were 
 near the wool-shed, suddenly there fell a 
 heavy drop or two of rain. Harry stopped, 
 and turned his face upwards, when, in a 
 moment, the whole heavens above them 
 and the forest around were illumined by a 
 flash of lightning so near them that it made 
 each of them start in his saddle, and made 
 the horses shudder in every limb. Then 
 
A Night's Ride. 5 1 
 
 came the roll of tliunder immediately over 
 tlieir heads, and, witli tlie tliunder, rain so 
 thick and fast that Harry's "ten thousand 
 buckets" seemed to be emptied directly 
 over their heads. 
 
 "God A' mighty has put out the fires 
 now," said Jacko. 
 
 Harry paused for a moment, feeling 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 were 
 becoming a lake. 
 
 E 2 
 
5 2 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 "We miglitjiave too inucli of tliis, Jacko." 
 
 " My word, yes ! " ^^^ 
 
 " I don't want to have tlie Mary flooded 
 
 again." 
 
 *'My word, no !" 
 
 But by the time they reached the wool- 
 shed it was over. From the first drop to 
 the last there had hardly been a space of 
 twenty minutes. But still 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 incipient deluge. When 
 they reached the wool- shed, Harry again 
 got off his horse, and Jacko, dismounting 
 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 
 
A Night's Ride. 
 
 the feeble ligTit wliicli it slied. It was a 
 remarkable edifice, built in tlie shape of a 
 great T, 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 
 anything he was sure that his wool- shed 
 was the best that had ever been built in 
 this district. 
 
 " By Jimini ! 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. Neverthe- 
 
54 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 less lie saw, or tliouglit tliat he saw, tlie 
 figure of a man escaping ont 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 suc- 
 cess. " I knew there was a fellow about," he 
 said ; " one of our own men would not have 
 run like that." Jacko shook his head, but 
 did not speak. '' He got in here for shelter 
 out of the rain, but he was doing no good 
 
A Nighfs Ride, 55 
 
 about the place." Jacko again sliook liis 
 head. " I wonder who he was ?" 
 
 Jacko came up and whispered in his ear, 
 "KilNok^." 
 
 "You couldn't see him." 
 
 " Seed the dras; of his leo^." Now it 
 was well known that the man Nokes 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." 
 
 " May be 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. 
 
56 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 ''Wet!" said Harry; "if you could 
 only know liow mucli 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 Heathcote had 
 another nobbier — being only the second in 
 the day — and then went to bed. 
 
Medlicofs Mill. 57 
 
 CHAPTEH III. 
 
 medlicot's mill 
 
 As Harry had said, tliej might all now 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 Gangoil. 
 Lambing in April and May, washing and 
 shearing in September, October, and No- 
 vember, with the fear of fires and the 
 necessary precautions in December and 
 
58 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 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. jSTo man worked harder than the 
 young squatter. But now there had sud- 
 denly come a day or two of rest — rest from 
 work which was not of itself productive, 
 but only remedial, and which, therefore, 
 was not beoTudo-ed. 
 
 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 waters in the creek beneath 
 the house stood two feet higher than it had 
 done, and Harry, when he visited the dams 
 
Medlicofs Mill. 59 
 
 round the run, found tliat tliej 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 com- 
 parative ease at Gangoil. 
 
 On the day following the night of the 
 ride Mrs. Heathcote suggested to her hus- 
 band that she and Kate should ride over to 
 
 Medlicot's Mill, as the place was already 
 named, and call on Mrs . Medlicot . ' ' 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 neigh- 
 bours." 
 
6o Harry Heathcote of Gang oil. 
 
 "Neighbours!" said Harrj; ''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 Hved 
 a long way off, I take it. Any way, 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." 
 
 *' Quarrelling is so uncomfortable," said 
 his wife. 
 
 " That's a matter o£ taste. There are 
 people whom I find it very comfort- 
 able to quarrel with. I shouldn't at all 
 like not to quarrel with the Brownbies, 
 and I'm not at all sure it mayn't come 
 to be the same with Mr. Giles Medli- 
 cot." 
 
MedlicofsMilL 6i 
 
 '' The Brownbies live by slieep- stealing 
 and liorse-stealing." 
 
 "And Medlicot means to live by em- 
 ploying slieep-stealers and horse-stealers. 
 You can go if you like it. You won't 
 want me to go with you. Will you have 
 the buggy ? " 
 
 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 wool-shed. The wool-shed 
 was about two miles from the station, and 
 Medlicot' s Mill was seven miles farther, on 
 the bank of the river. 
 
 Mr. Giles Medlicot, though at Gangoil 
 he was still spoken of as a new-comer, had 
 
62 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 already been located for nearly two years 
 on tlie land wliicli lie liad purchased imme- 
 diately on liis 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-canes and in erecting a mill for 
 crushing them. It probably takes more 
 than two years for a man himself to dis- 
 cover whether he can achieve ultimate 
 success in such an enterprise ; and Medli- 
 cot 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-tight 
 room had been constructed. It was only 
 within the last three months that he had 
 completed a small cottage residence, and 
 
Medlicofs Mill. 6-^^ 
 
 had brought his mother to hve with him. 
 Hitherto he had hamly made himself 
 popular. He was not either fish or fowl. 
 The squatters regarded him as an inter- 
 loper, and as a man holding opinions 
 directly adverse to their own interests — 
 in which they were right. And the small 
 free-selectors, who lived on the labour of 
 their own hands — or, as was said of many 
 of them, by stealing shee^D and cattle — 
 knew well that he was not of their class. 
 But Medlicot had gone his way steadfastly, 
 if not happily, and complained aloud to no 
 one in the midst of his difl&culties. He 
 had not, perhaps, found the Paradise 
 which he had Expected in Queensland, but 
 he had found that he could grow sugar, 
 and, having begun the work, he was deter- 
 mined to go on with it. 
 
64 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 Heathcote was liis nearest neiglibour, and 
 the only man in his own 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 compre- 
 hending at first~lTow great a cause for 
 hostility was created by the very purchase 
 of the land. He had been a new-comer 
 from the old country, and, being alone, had 
 desired friendship. He was Harry Heath- 
 cote's equal in education, intelligence, and 
 fortune, if not in birth— which surely in 
 the Australian bush need not count for 
 much. He had assumed, when first meet- 
 ing 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 Heath- 
 
Medlicot's MilL 65 
 
 cote was an ignorant as^T'and Had. uncon- 
 sciously made up liis mind to commence 
 hostilities. It was in this spirit that he 
 had taken j^okes 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 Medlicot's 
 Mill. She and the Gangoil ladies had met 
 each other on neutral ground ; and it was 
 almost necessary that they should either be 
 friends or absolute enemies. Mrs. Heath- 
 cote had been aware of this, and had 
 declared that enmity was horrible. 
 
 '' Upon my word," said Harry, " I some- 
 times 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 year's end 
 but my own family and my own people." 
 And yet this young patriarch in the wilder- 
 
66 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 ness was only twefirty:^our_j"ears old^ and 
 had been educated at an Ensflish. scTiool ! 
 
 Medlicot's cottage was abont a hundred 
 and fifty yards from the mill, looking down 
 upon the Mary, the banks of which at this 
 spot were almost precipitous. The site for 
 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 hogs- 
 heads could be lowered from the build- 
 ings into the river-boats. Here Mrs. 
 Heathcote and Kate Daly found the 
 old lady sitting at worky-all alone, in the 
 verandah. She was a handsome old 
 woman, with grey hair, seventy years of 
 age, with wrinkled face, and a toothless 
 mouth, but with bright eyes, and with no 
 signs of the infirmity of age. 
 
Medlicot's Mill, 67 
 
 '' This is gay kind of you to run so far 
 to see an auld woman," slie said. 
 
 Mrs. Heatlicote declared that they were 
 used to the heat, and that after the rain 
 the air was pleasant. 
 
 "You're two bright lasses, and you're 
 hearty," she said. " I'm auld, and just 
 out of Cumberland, and I find it's hot 
 enough — and I'm no gude at horseback at 
 all. I didna know how I'm to get aboot." 
 
 Then Mrs. Heathcote explained that 
 there was an excellent track for a buggy 
 all the way to Gangoil. 
 
 " Giles is ae telling me that I'm to gang 
 aboot in a bouggey, but I do na feel sure 
 of thae bouggies." 
 
 Mrs. Heathcote, of course, praised the 
 country carriages, and the country roads, 
 and the country generally. Tea was 
 
 F 2 
 
6S Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 brought in, and tlie old lady was delighted 
 with her guests. Since she had been at 
 the mill, week had followed week, and she 
 had seen no woman's face but that of the 
 uncouth girl who waited upon her. 
 
 " Did ye 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 Mary would rise and 
 take the cottage away. Giles, however, 
 had 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 Giles Medlicot himself came in out of 
 the mill. He was a man of good presence, 
 
Medlicofs Mill. 69 
 
 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 — cer- 
 tainly 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, who was 
 rarely seen abroad in other garb 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. 
 
 Medlicot 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 warning as to the fire in 
 Medhcot's pipe, which the sugar-grower had 
 
70 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 felt to be intentionally insolent. Nothing 
 had been said wliicli could be openly 
 resented, but offence liad surely been 
 intended; and then he had remembered 
 that his mother had been already some 
 months at the mill, and that no mark of 
 neighbourly courtesy had been shown to 
 her. The Heathcotes had, he thought, 
 chosen to assume themselves to be 
 superior to him and his, and to treat 
 him as though he had been some labour- 
 ing man who had saved money enough 
 to purchase a bit of land for him- 
 self. 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 leddies from Gangoil, Giles, have 
 
MedlicofsMill 71 
 
 been guid enougli to ride over and see 
 me," said liis mother . 
 
 Medlicot, of com^se, shook hands with 
 them, and expressed his sense of their 
 kindness, bnt he did it awkwardly. 
 He soon, however, declared his purpose 
 of riding part of the way back with 
 them. 
 
 " Mr. Heathcote 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 ?" 
 
72 Ha7^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " Only wlien lie's afraid of fires," said 
 Kate. 
 
 *' Is there mTicli to be afraid of ? I don't 
 suppose that anybody can be so wicked as 
 to wish to burn the grass." 
 
 Then the ladies took upon themselves to 
 explain. " The fires might be caused from 
 negligence or trifling accidents, or might 
 possibly come from the unaid^ 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. ' 
 
 Medlicotj turning round, looked at the 
 lad, and asked who were the enemies. 
 
 *' Free-selectors," said Jacko. 
 
 *' I'm a free-selector," said Medlicot. 
 
Medlicot's Mill. "j^ 
 
 " Did not jist mean yon," said Jacko. 
 
 '' Jacko, you'd better hold your tongue," 
 said Mrs. Heattcote. 
 
 " Hold my tongue ! My word ! Well, 
 you go on." 
 
 Medlicot came as far as tlie wool-slied, 
 and tken said that lie 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 jDrettiness and winning ways have a 
 double charm. To ride with fair women 
 over turf, through a forest — with a woman 
 who may perhaps some day be wooed — can 
 be a matter of indifference only to a very 
 lethargic man. Giles Medlicot was by no 
 means lethargic. He owned to himself 
 that though Heath cote was a pig-headed 
 
74 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 ass, the ladies were very nice, and lie 
 tliouglit that the pig-headed ass, in choos- 
 ing 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 
 dine at Gangoil, 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 had 
 bought some land. This boy of Heath- 
 cote's, 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 
 
Mcdlicofs Mill, 75 
 
 Kate Dalj, lie could not go to tlie house 
 of tliat 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 sfoino^ back to Med- 
 licot'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 wool-shed as they dis- 
 cussed the point, when suddenly Harry 
 himself appeared out of the building. He 
 came up and shook hands with Medlicot, 
 with sufficient courtes}^, but hardly with 
 cordiality, and then asked his wife as to 
 her ride. 
 
76 Ha7^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " We have 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 im- 
 mediately perceived that his voice, which 
 had hitherto been pleasant in their ears, 
 had ceased to be cordial. 
 
 " I'm very glad he has gone back," said 
 Heathcote. 
 
 '' Why do you say so, Harry ? You are 
 
Aledlicofs MilL 'jj 
 
 not given to be inhospitable, and wlij 
 sbould 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, gal- 
 loped off towards the house. 
 
 '' Get off your horses, and come in 
 here!" 
 
 He helped the two ladies from their 
 saddles, and they all went into the wool- 
 shed, Harry leading the way. In one of 
 the side pens, immediately under the roof, 
 there was a large heap of leaves, the out- 
 side portion of which was at present damp, 
 for the rain had beaten in upon it, but 
 
J^ Harry Heathcote of Ga7igoiL 
 
 wliicli liad been as dry as tinder Aylien 
 collected; and there was a row or ridge 
 of mixed brusli-wood and leaves so con- 
 structed as to form a line from the grass 
 outside on to 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 wool- shed 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 
 
Med li cot's Mill, 79 
 
 too mucli of a coward 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 
 the 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 the 
 moment — I and Jacko. It was last night, 
 when the rain was pouring. I heard the 
 man, and, dark as was the night, I saw his 
 figure as he fled away." 
 
8o Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " You didn't know liim," 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 any one to tell me who 
 it was. I could have named the man at 
 once, but for the fear of doing an in- 
 justice." 
 
 " And who was it ?" 
 
 '' Our friend Medlicot's prime favourite 
 and new factotum, Mr. William Nokes. 
 Mr. William Nokes is the gentleman who 
 intends to burn us all out of house and 
 home, and Mr. Medlicot is the gentleman 
 whose pleasure it is to keep Mr. Nokes in 
 the neighbourhood." 
 
 The two women stood awestruck for a 
 
Medlicofs MilL 8i 
 
 moment, but a sense of justice prevailed 
 upon the wife to speak. 
 
 " That maybe all true," she said. " Per- 
 haps it is as you say about that man. But 
 you would not therefore think that Mr. 
 Medlicot knows anything about it ? " 
 
 '' It would be impossible," said Kate. 
 
 " I have not accused him," said Harry; 
 *'but he knows that the man was dis- 
 missed, and yet keeps him about the place. 
 Of course he is responsible." 
 
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82 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 CHAPTER lY. 
 
 HAREY heathcote' S APPEAL. 
 
 For tlie first mile between tTie wool-shed 
 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 dis- 
 cuss it. Harry's dislike to Medlicot was 
 quite a thing apart. That some one had 
 intended to burn down the wool-shed, 
 and had made preparation for doing so, 
 was as apparent to the women as to him ; 
 
, Harry Heathcotes Appeal. 83 
 
 and tlie man wlio had been baulked 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 would be 
 made upon the wool-shed; but a fire on 
 some distant part of the run would be 
 much more injurious to him than the mere 
 burning of a building. The fire that might 
 ruin him would be one which should 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 
 
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84 Harry Heathcote of Ga^igoiL 
 
 consumption, but licking up witTi fearful 
 rapidity everything that the sun has dried. 
 He could watch the wool-shed 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. 
 
 " Ought we 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 words 
 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 
 
Harry Heathcotes Appeal, 85 
 
 on ; you'll want your dinner, and it's get- 
 ting dark." So they cantered on, and got 
 oflf 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 verandah 
 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 be rich. I do 
 not know that he thought much about 
 money, but he thought very much of suc- 
 cess; and he was by nature anxious, 
 sanguine, and impulsive. There might be 
 before him, within the next week, such 
 
86 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 desolation as would break liis 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 
 and mere absence from want. There was 
 his own superintendent, old Bates, who, 
 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 Gangoil, 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 
 
Harry Heathcotes Appeal, 87 
 
 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. At 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 
 
88 Harry Heathcofe of Ga?igoil. 
 
 sleep, and try to get it out of your 
 thou gilts." 
 
 On tlie following morning he breakfasted 
 early and mounted his horse without say- 
 ing 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 in- 
 tended 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 verandah 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 
 Jacko, who brought the horse for him, and 
 then started at a gallop towards the wool- 
 
Harry Heathcotes Appeal. 89 
 
 shed. He did not stop a moment at the 
 slied — not even entering it to see whether 
 the heap of leaves had been displaced during 
 the night — but went on straight to Med- 
 licot'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 Nokes, who acted as over- 
 seer, having a gang of Polynesian labourers 
 under him, sleek, 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, Nokes," said Harry, " how are 
 you getting on ? Is Mr. Medlicot here ? " 
 
 Nokes was a big fellow, with a broad, 
 solid face, which would not have condemned 
 him among physiognomists, but for a bad 
 
go Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 eye, wliich could not look you in tlie face. 
 He liad 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 vio- 
 lently, 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 Medlicot'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 ye, Mr. Heath- 
 cote. I hope you're the same, and the ladies. 
 The master's about somewhere, I take it. 
 
Harry Heathcotes Appeal. 91 
 
 Pick J, go and find tlie master." Picky 
 was one of the Polynesians, wlio at once 
 started on his errand. 
 
 " Have you been over to Gangoil 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 wool-shed ? " 
 
 " What, the Gangoil shecl ? What the 
 blazes 'd I go there for ? It's a matter of 
 ten miles from here." 
 
 " Seven, Nokes." 
 
 " Seven, is it ? It is a longish seven 
 miles, Mr. Heathcote. How could I get 
 that distance ? I ain't so good at walking 
 
92 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 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, youVe not been at Gangoil 
 wool-shed? " 
 
 " No, IVe not," said the man roughly. 
 " What the mischief should I be doing at 
 your shed at night time ? " 
 
 " I said nothing about night time." 
 
 "I'm here all day, ain't I? If you're 
 going to palm up any story against me, 
 Mr. Heathcote, you'll find yourself in the 
 wrong box. What I does, I does on the 
 square." 
 
 Heathcote was now quite sure that Jacko 
 had been rio^ht. He had not doubted much 
 
Harry Heathcote s Appeal. 
 
 before, but now he did not doubt at all but 
 that the man with whom he was speaking 
 was the wretch who was endeavourinsf 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 had resolved 
 upon doing this. He could in no way 
 assist himself in circumventing the man's 
 villany by keeping his suspense to himself. 
 The man might be frightened, and, in spite 
 of all that had passed between him and 
 Medlicot, he still thought it possible that 
 he might induce the sugar-grower to co- 
 operate with him in driving Nokes from the 
 neighbourhood. He had spent the night in 
 thinking over it all, and this was the reso- 
 lution to which he had come. 
 
 " There's the master," said Nokes. " If 
 
94 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 you've got anytliing to say about anything 
 you'd better say it to him." 
 
 Harry liad never before set liis foot upon 
 Medlicot's land since it bad been bought 
 away from his own run, and had felt that 
 he would almost demean himself by doing 
 so. He had often looked at the canes from 
 over his own fence, as he had 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. 
 Medlicot," he said. 
 
 " It's a small affair after all," said the 
 other. " I hope to get a good plant before 
 I've done." 
 
 *' Can I speak a word with you ? " 
 
 " Certainly. Will you come into the 
 
"It's all just one as guiipowder, Mr. Harry." 
 
 rPaae 94. 
 
Harry Heathcote s Appeal. 95 
 
 office, or will you go across to the 
 house?" 
 
 Harry said that the office would do, and 
 followed Medlicot into a little box-like en- 
 closure 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 apologized 
 for troubling his neighbour at all on the 
 subject, and endeavoured to explain, some- 
 what awkwardly, that as Mr. Medlicot was 
 a new comer, he probably might not under- 
 stand the kind of treatment to which em- 
 ployers in the bush were occasionally subject 
 from their men. On this matter he said 
 much which, had he been a better tactician, 
 he might probably have left unspoken. He 
 
g6 Harry Heathcote of Ga^igoil. 
 
 then went on to tlie story of his own quarrel 
 with. Nokes, who had, in truth, been grossly 
 impudent to the women about the house, 
 but who 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 sympa- 
 thize. 
 
 "Do you want me to dismiss him ? " 
 said Medlicot, in a tone which impUed 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, 
 
Harry Heathcotes Appeal. 97 
 
 of the easy manner of revenge wliicli tliey 
 supplied to angry, unscrupulous men, and 
 of his own fears at the present moment. 
 
 " I can believe it all," said Medlicot, 
 " and am very sorry that it should be so. 
 But I cannot see the justice of punishing a 
 man on the merest, 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 
 during 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." 
 
 Then he described how he and his boy 
 had entered the shed and had both seen 
 and heard a man as he escaped from it; 
 
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98 Harry Heathcote of Ga7igoiL 
 
 how tlie boy had at once declared that the 
 man was Nokes ; how the following day he 
 had discovered the leaves, which Nokes no 
 doubt had deposited there just before the 
 rain, intending to burn the place at once \ 
 and how Nokes's manner to him within the 
 last half hour had corroborated his suspi- 
 cions. 
 
 " Is he the boy you call Jacko ? " 
 " That's the name he goes by." 
 " You don't know his real name ? " 
 '' I have never heard any other name." 
 " ISTor anything about him ? " 
 Harry owned, in answer to half a dozen 
 such questions, that Jacko had come to 
 Gangoil about four months ago — he did not 
 know whence — had been kept for a week's 
 job, and had then been allowed to remain 
 about the place without any regular wages. 
 
Harry Heathcotes Appeal. 99 
 
 ''You admit it was quite dark," con- 
 tinued Medlicot. 
 
 Hariy did not at all like tlie 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 
 sun. Much as he disliked being cross- 
 examined, he found himself compelled not 
 only to say the exact truth, but the whole 
 truth. " Certainly not. I barely saw a 
 glimpse of a figure, and, till I spoke to 
 Nokes just now, I almost doubted whether 
 the lad could have distinguished him. I 
 am sure he was right now." 
 
 " Eeally, Mr. Heathcote, I can't go along 
 
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I oo Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 with you. You are accusing a man of com- 
 mitting an offence, wliicli 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 Jacko thought 
 that he saw him in the dark, or be- 
 cause — " 
 
 " I have never asked you to send him 
 away." 
 
Harry Heathcote s Appeal. loi 
 
 " What is it you want then ? " 
 
 " I want to have him watched, so that he 
 may feel that, if he attempts to destroy my 
 property, his guilt will be detected." 
 
 " Who is to watch him ? " 
 
 " He is 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. Heathcote. 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 misbe- 
 haved 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 for ever be- 
 cause he once got drunk and was imperti- 
 
I02 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 nent, nor is he to liave a spy at his heels 
 because a boy whom nobody knows chooses 
 to denounce him. I am 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. Medlicot 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 
 which naturally attached to his position, 
 and had frankly appealed to Medlicot 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. 
 
Harry Heathcote s Appeal, 103 
 
 "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 at the idea of a vast devastating 
 fire; but could be indignant in his mock 
 philanthropy because it was proposed to 
 watch the doings of a scoundrel ! " Good 
 morning," said Harry, turning round and 
 leaving the office brusquely. Medlicot 
 followed him, but Harry went so quickly 
 
1 04 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 that not anotlier word was spoken. To 
 liim the idea of a neighbour in the bnsh 
 refusing such assistance as he had asked 
 was as terrible as to us is the thouo-ht of a 
 ship at sea leaving another shij^ in dis- 
 tress. He unhitched his horse from the 
 fence, and galloped home as fast as the 
 animal would carry him. 
 
 Medlicot, 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 
 Nokes's face. The man was standing 
 under a huge caldron, 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 
 
Harry Heaihcotes Appeal. 105 
 
 such a condition, manifestly failed in liis 
 struggle to appear unconscious. Medlicot 
 acknoAYledged to liimself that the man 
 could not look even him in the face. Was 
 it possible that he had been wrong, and 
 that Heathcote, though he had expressed 
 himself badly, was entitled to some sym- 
 pathy in his fear of what might be done to 
 him by an enemy ? Medlicot also desired 
 to be just, being more rational, more 
 logical, and less impnlsiye than the other 
 — being also somewhat too conscious of 
 his own superior intelligence. He knew 
 that Heathcote had gone away in great dud- 
 geon, and he almost feared that he had been 
 harsh and unneighbourly. After a while he 
 stood opposite Nokes and addressed him. 
 '' Do the squatters suffer much from 
 fires ?" he said. 
 
io6 Harry Heathcote of Gaiigoil. 
 
 " Heathcote lias been talking to you 
 about that," said the man. 
 
 " Can't you say ' Mr. Heathcote ' when 
 you speak of a gentleman whose bread 
 you have eaten ? " 
 
 " Mr. Heathcote, if you like it. We 
 ain't particular to a shade out here as you 
 are at home. He has been telling you 
 about fires, has he ? " 
 
 " Well, he has." 
 
 " And talking of me, I suppose ?" 
 
 " You were talking of having a turn at 
 mining some day. How would it be with 
 you if you were to be off to Gympie ?" 
 
 " You mean to say I'm to go, Mr. 
 Medlicot?" 
 
 " I don't say that at all." 
 
 " Look here, Mr. Medlicot. My going 
 or staying won't make any difference to 
 
Ha7'ry Heathcotes Appeal. 107 
 
 Heatlicote. There's a lot of 'em about 
 here hates him that much that he is never 
 to be allowed to rest in peace. I tell you 
 that fairly. It ain't anything as I shall do. 
 Them's not my "ways, Mr. Medlicot. But 
 he has enemies bere as '11 never let him 
 rest." 
 
 "Who are they?" 
 
 " Pretty nigh everybody round. He has 
 carried himself that high they won't stand 
 him. Who's Heathcote?" 
 
 '' J^ame some who are his enemies." 
 
 " There's the Brownbies." 
 
 '^ Oh, the Brownbies ! Well, it's a bad 
 thing to have enemies." After that he left 
 the sugar-house and went across to the 
 cottao'e. 
 
io8 Haj^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 CHAPTER Y. 
 
 BOSCOBEL. 
 
 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 horse- 
 back about the run, watching, thinking, 
 endeavouring to make provision, directing 
 
Boscobel. 109 
 
 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 Med- 
 licot, and never mentioned his name but 
 once. On that occasion his wife told him 
 that durino; his absence Medlicot had been 
 at the station. 
 
 " What brought him here ?" Harry asked 
 fiercely. 
 
 Mrs. Heathcote explained that he had 
 
no Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 called in a friendly way, and liad said tliat 
 if there were any fear of fire he would be 
 happy himself to lend assistance. 
 
 Then the young squatter forgot himself 
 in his wrath. " Confound 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 difier 
 from him, but were oppressed at finding 
 themselves in opposition to him. 
 
Boscobel. Ill 
 
 The feeling tliat his wife sliould in any 
 way take part against liim added greatly 
 to Heathcote's trouble. It produced in his 
 mind a terrible feelino; 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 wauted neitter-help 
 nor sympathy. He never cried out in his 
 pain, being heartily ashamed even of the 
 appeal which he had made to Medlicot. 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, 
 
1 1 2 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 that lie 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 sus- 
 jDected no one with a positive suspicion 
 except l^okes, and Medlicot as the sup- 
 porter of Nokes. 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 
 disjoined from them by their sympathy 
 with Medlicot 1 He had chosen to manao^e 
 everything himself, without contradiction 
 and almost Avithout counsel; but, like 
 other such imperious masters, he now 
 found that when trouble came the privi- 
 lege of dictatorship brought with it an 
 almost insupportable burden. 
 
 Old Bates was an excellent man, of 
 
Boscobel. 113 
 
 whose fidelity the young squatter was quite 
 assured. l^o one understood foot-rot 
 better than old Bates, or was less sparing 
 of himself in curing it. He was a second 
 mother to all the lambs, and, when shearing 
 came, watched with the eyes of Argus 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 imag^ination 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 in- 
 sulted had any one suggested that he was 
 so backward in his ways as to employ men 
 of that denomination. He had fenced his 
 run, and dispensed with shepherds and 
 shepherding as old-fashioned and unprofit- 
 
 T 
 
1 1 4 Hamy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 able. He had two mounted men, wliom lie 
 called bonndary-riders — one an Irishman 
 and the other a German — and them 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 Karl 
 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 
 burnt off any large proportion of his run, 
 he must sell his flocks at a great sacrifice. 
 ]^or 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 
 
BoscobeL 115 
 
 on liim 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 ridden 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 w^hich he had expressed him- 
 self to the women so vehemently respecting 
 Medlicot, 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, wdth his head low down 
 between his shoulders, and the reins hardly 
 held within his grasp. 
 
 ''You're late, Mr. Bates," said Harry; 
 
 T 2 
 
1 1 6 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " you take too much out of yourself this 
 hot weather." 
 
 " I've got to move slower, Mr. Heath- 
 cote, 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?" 
 
 " There ain't much difference in 'em, Mr. 
 Heathcote. Better the devil you know 
 than the devil you don't. It's getting un- 
 common close shaving for them wethers in 
 the new paddock. They're down upon tbe 
 roots pretty well already." 
 
 " There's grass along the bush on the 
 north side." 
 
 " They won't go there ; it's rank and 
 
Boscobel. 1 1 7 
 
 sour. Thej won't feed up there as long as 
 they can live lower down and nearer the 
 water. Weather like this, they'd sooner 
 die near the water than travel to fill their 
 belhes. It's about the hottest day we've 
 had, and the nights a'most hotter. Are 
 you going to be out, Mr. Heathcote ?" 
 
 " I think so." 
 
 " What's the good of it, Mr. Heathcote ? 
 There is no use in it. Lord love you ! 
 what can you do ? You can't be every 
 side at once." 
 
 " Fire can only travel with the wind, Mr. 
 Bates." 
 
 " And there isn't any wind, and so there 
 can't be any fire. I never did think, and 
 I don't think now, there ever was any use 
 in a man fashing himself as you fash your- 
 self You can't alter things, Mr. Heathcote." 
 
1 1 8 Harry Heathcote of Gangoli. 
 
 "But that's just wliat I can clo — wliat a 
 man lias 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 ewe on her 
 back, can't you alter that by putting her 
 on her legs ?" 
 
 "Yes, I can 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 alter 
 things." 
 
 " You'll excuse me, Mr. Heathcote. Of 
 course I'm old, but I just give you my ex- 
 perience." 
 
BoscobeL 119 
 
 ''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 'em, Mr. Heath- 
 cote, before I turn in." 
 
 " And tell Mary I sent my love." 
 " I will, Mr. Heathcote, 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 
 Gangoil ? And yet, with all his love, they 
 had parted almost in anger. Surely she 
 
I20 Harry Heathcotc of Gangoil. 
 
 would understancl tlie tenderness of tlie 
 message lie 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 accus- 
 tomed ear a sound which he recognized, 
 though he was aware that the place from 
 whence it came was at least two miles 
 distant. It was the thud of an axe ao^ainst 
 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 wool-shed; but now he 
 changed his course, riding in the direction 
 of the spot at which Jacko had nearly 
 fallen in jumping over the fence. As he 
 continued on, the sounds became plainer. 
 
BoscobeL 121 
 
 till at last, reining in his horse, he could 
 see the form of the woodman, who was 
 still at work ringing the trees. This was 
 a job which the man did by contract, 
 receiving so much an acre for the depopu- 
 lation of the timber. It was now bright 
 moonlight, almost as clear as day — a very 
 different nioiit indeed from that on which 
 the rain had come — and Harry could see 
 at a glance that it was the man called 
 BoscobeL^ still at work. Now there were, 
 as he thought, very good reasons why 
 Boscobel at the present moment should not 
 be so employed. Boscobel was receiving 
 wages for work of another kind. 
 
 " Bos," said the squatter, riding up, and 
 addressing the man by the customary 
 abbrevia,tion of his nickname, '' I thought 
 you were watching at Brownbie's boun- 
 
1 2 2 Harry Heathcole of Gangoil. 
 
 dary?" Boscobel lowered liis axe, and 
 stood for a wliile contemplating the propo- 
 sition made to liim. '' You are drawing 
 tliree shillings a night for watching; isn't 
 that so?" 
 
 "Yes, that's so. Anyways, I shall draw it." 
 
 " Then why ain't you watching ?" 
 
 " There's nothino^ to watch that I knows 
 on — not just now." 
 
 " Then why should I pay you for it ? fm 
 to pay you for ringing these trees, ain't I ?" 
 
 " Certainly, Mr. Heathcote." 
 
 " Then you're to make double use of your 
 time, and sell it twice over, are you ? 
 Don't try to look like a fool, as though you 
 didn't understand. You know that what 
 you're doing isn't honest." 
 
 ''i^obody ever said as I wasn't honest 
 before." 
 
Bos code L 123 
 
 " I tell you so now. You're robbiug me 
 of the time you've sold to m^e, and for Trliich 
 I'm to pay you." 
 
 " Tliere ain't notliino; to watcli while the 
 wind's as it is now, and that chap ain't any- 
 where about to-night." 
 
 "What chap?" 
 
 " Oh, I know. I'm all right. What's the 
 use of dawdling about up 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 a-going to put u|) with it. You may 
 ring your own trees, and watch your own 
 
1 24 Harry Heathcote of Gang oil. 
 
 fences, and the whole place may be burned 
 for nie. I ain't a-going to do another turn 
 in Gangoil. Swindle, indeed ! " So Boscobel 
 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 had 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 incen- 
 
Boscobel, 125 
 
 diary fire by the mere presence of the 
 watchers, and, secondly, that of being at 
 hand to extinguish fire in case of need. 
 ]^ow a man ringing trees five or six miles 
 away from the beat on which he was sta- 
 tioned could not serve either of these 
 purposes. Boscobel, therefore, had been 
 fraudulently at work for his own dishonest 
 purposes, and knew well that his employ- 
 ment 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 submis- 
 sive, there would have been an end of the 
 matter. Heathcote would have said no 
 word about it to any one, and would not 
 have stopped a farthing from the week's 
 unearned wages. That he had to encounter 
 
126 Harry Heathcote of GaiigoiL 
 
 a certain amount of ill-usage from tlie rough 
 men about liim, and to forgive it, lie could 
 understand; but it could not be Lis duty 
 either as a man or a master to pass over 
 dishonesty without noticing it. No ; that 
 he would not do, though Gangoil 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 p?.rt was indif- 
 ferent to him. 
 
 But now he had made another enemy — 
 an enemy of a man who had declared to 
 him that he knew the movements of '' that 
 chap," meaning I^okes ! How hard the 
 world was ! It seemed that all around 
 
Boscobel. 127 
 
 were trouble to him. He turned his horse 
 back, and made again for the spot which 
 was his orio^inal destination. As he can- 
 tered on 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 horse stop till he had 
 thousrht it all out, Xo one encourag^ed him 
 in his work. Every one about the place, 
 friend or foe. Bates, his wife, Medlicot, and 
 this Boscobel spoke to him as though he 
 were fussy and fidgety in his anxiety. " If 
 fires must come, they will come; and if 
 they are not to come, you are simply losing 
 your labour." This was the upshot of all 
 
12 8 Har7y Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 they said to liim. Why should he be wiser 
 than they ? If the ruin came, let it come. 
 Old Bates 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 sympa- 
 thize with him, and support him, he would 
 not mind ; but the mental loneliness of his 
 position almost broke his heart. 
 
 Then there came across his mind the 
 dim remembrance of certain old school- 
 words, and he touched his horse with~his 
 spur and hurried onwards. 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 of thinking that he had done 
 
BoscobeL 129 
 
 his best according to his lights. After 
 some dim fashion, he did come to recognize 
 it as a fact that nothing could really sup- 
 port him but self- approbation. Though 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 loudly. 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 onBrownbie's run?" 
 
 " Ve're on it now, Mr. 'Eathcote." They 
 
 K 
 
130 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 were both on tlie side of tlie fence away 
 from Gangoil station. 
 
 '' I don't know liow tliat is, Karl. I 
 tliink Gangoil goes a quarter of a mile 
 beyond this. But we did not quite strike 
 the boundary when we put up the fence." 
 
 " Brownbie's cattle is allays here, Mr. 
 'Eathcote, and is knocking down the fence 
 every day. Brownbie is a rascal, and 'is 
 cattle as bad as 'isself." 
 
 " Never mind that, Karl, now. When 
 we've got through the heats, we'll put a 
 mile or two of better fencing along here. 
 You know Boscobel ? " 
 
 " In course I know Bos." 
 
 " What sort of a fellow is he ? " Then 
 Harry told his German dependent exactly 
 what had taken place between him and the 
 other man. 
 
Boscobel. I X i 
 
 o 
 
 " He's in aucl in wid all them young 
 Brownbies," said Karl. 
 
 '' The Brownbies are a bad lot, but I 
 don't think they'd do anything of this 
 kind," said Harry, whose mind was still 
 dwelling on the dangers of fire. 
 
 " They likes muttons, Mr. 'Eathcote." 
 
 " I suppose they do take a sheep or two 
 now and then. They wouldn't do worse 
 than that, would they ? " 
 
 " Noting too 'ot for 'em ; noting too 
 'eavy," said Karl, smoking his pipe. " The 
 vind, yat there is, comes just here, Mr. 
 'Eathcote," and the man lifted up his arm 
 and pointed across in the direction of 
 Brownbie's run. 
 
 " And you don't think much of Bos- 
 cobel?" Karl Bender shook his head. 
 " He was always well treated here," said 
 
 K 2 
 
132 Hm^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Harrj, " and lias had plenty of work, and 
 earned large wages. The man will be a 
 fool to quarrel with me." Karl again 
 shook his head. With Karl Bender Harry 
 was quite sure of his man, but not on that 
 account need he be quite sure of the cor- 
 rectness of the man's opinion. 
 
 Thence he went on till he met his other 
 lieutenant, O'Dowd ; and so, having com- 
 pleted 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." 
 
The Brownbies of Boolabong. i -^ ^ 
 
 OJ 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 THE BROWNBIES OF BOOLABONG. 
 
 Old Bbownbie, as lie was usually called, 
 was a squatter also, but a squatter of 
 a class very different from that to wliicli 
 Heatlicote belonged. He had begun Ms 
 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 
 
134 Harry HeoJhcote of GangoiL 
 
 been a free man for more than thirty 
 years. It must he owned on his behalf 
 that he had worked hard, had endeavoured 
 to rise, and had risen ; but there still 
 stuck to him the savour of his old life. 
 Every one knew that he had been a con- 
 vict; and even had he become a man of 
 high principle — a condition which he cer- 
 tainly never achieved — he could hardly 
 have escaped altoo^ether from the thraldom 
 of his degradation. He had been a butcher, 
 a drover, part owner of 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, un- 
 educated, 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 
 
The Brownbies of Boolabong, 135 
 
 pests to the colony. Their place was 
 called Boolabong, and was a cattle run, as 
 distinguished from a sheep run ; but it was 
 a poor place, was 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 through- 
 out Queensland and New South Wales, 
 and by a certain class of men were much 
 admired. They would drive a few head of 
 cattle — perhaps forty or fifty — 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 
 
136 Harry Heathcote of Ga^igoil. 
 
 in tlie right in moving their own cattle, 
 and were not responsible for the erratic 
 tendencies of other animals. If success- 
 ful, they either sold their stolen beasts to 
 butchers on the road, or got them home 
 to Boolabong. There were dangers, of 
 course, and occasional penalties ; but there 
 was much success. It was 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 preyed. Still 
 there were men — old stagers, who had 
 known Moreton 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 
 
The Brownbies of Boolaboiig. i '^'] 
 
 wlio 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 per- 
 haps 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 Brownbies were 
 utterly abominable. He was for 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 Brownbies, but all 
 Brownbieism wherever it might be found. 
 A dishonest workman was a great evil, but 
 to his thinking a dishonest man in the 
 position of master was the incarnation of 
 
138 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 evil. As to difficulties of evidence, and 
 obstacles of that nature, Harry Heatli- 
 cote knew nothing. The Brownbies were 
 rascals, and should therefore be exter- 
 minated. 
 
 And the Brownbies knev^ Avell the esti- 
 mation 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 termed 
 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 Brownbies would be found, whenever 
 a little money came among them, at 
 
The Brownbies of Boolabong. 139 
 
 the public billiard-rooms and race-courses 
 within 150 miles of Boolabono-. At such 
 places Harrj Heathcote was never seen. 
 It would have been as easy to seduce tlie 
 Bishop of Brisbane into a bet as Harry 
 Heathcote. He had never even drank a 
 nobbier 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 Boolabong 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 could not turn him 
 out of the house. The cattle, when there 
 were cattle, belonged to them. They were 
 in no respect subject to his orders, and he 
 would have had a bad life amons^ them 
 
140 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 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 some- 
 times 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 Boolabong 
 and demanding food. Of the whole lot, 
 
The Brownbies of Boolabong. 141 
 
 Georgie Brownbie, the vagabond, was tlie 
 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 Brown- 
 bie, 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 
 
 of 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. 
 
142 Haj^ry Hcathcote of Gmigoil, 
 
 Old Brownbie was a ina>n of gigantic frame, 
 and Lad possessed immense personal power; 
 a man, too, of will and energy, bnt lie was 
 now worn ont and dropsical, and could not 
 move bevond the confines of the home sta- 
 tion. The verandah 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 sons slept on beds made 
 upon stretchers along the wall. They were 
 not probably very particular as to which 
 owned each bed, enjoying a fraternal com- 
 munism in that respect. At the end of 
 
The Brownbies of Boolabong. 143 
 
 this cliamber the old man had a room of his 
 own. Boolabong was certainly a miserable 
 place ; and yet, such as it was, it was fre- 
 quented by many guests. The vagabond- 
 ism of the colonies is proverbial. Vaga- 
 bonds 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 Boolabons;. Boolabono- ^-as a 
 very paradise for vagabonds. There was 
 always flour and meat to be had, generally 
 tobacco, and sometimes even the luxury of 
 a nobbier. The Brownbies were wise 
 enough to have learned that it was neces- 
 sary for their very existence that they 
 should have friends in the land. On the 
 Sunday the father and Jerry Brownbie were 
 
144 Har^y Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 sitting out in the veranclali at about noon, 
 and the otlier two sons. Jack and Joe, were 
 lying asleep on tlie beds witliin. 
 
 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 intoler- 
 able, over the burning central plain of the 
 country. No one can understand without 
 feeling it how much a wind can add to the 
 suJBferings 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 musquitoes would have flayed him 
 he would have dispensed probably with 
 these. He had been quarrelling with his 
 father respecting a certain horse which he 
 had sold, of the price of Avhich the father 
 
The Brownbies of Boolabong. 145 
 
 demanded a share. Jerry had unblushingly 
 declared that he himself had " shaken " the 
 horse (Anglice, had stolenhim twelve months 
 since on Darnley Downs), and was there- 
 fore clearly entitled to the entire plunder. 
 The father had rejoined with animation that 
 unless " half a quid " — or IO5. — were given 
 him as his contribution to the keep of the 
 animal, he would inform against his son to 
 the squatter on the Darnley Downs, and 
 had shown him that he knew the very run 
 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 " unhung — they having 
 had their necessary slumbers disturbed. 
 
 At this moment the debate was inter- 
 rupted by the appearance of a man outside 
 the verandah. 
 
 L 
 
1 46 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 '' Well, Mr. Jerry, how goes it ? " asked 
 the stranger. 
 
 " What, Bos, is that you ? What brings 
 you up to Boolabong ? I thought you was 
 ringing trees for that young scut at Gan- 
 goil ? I'll be even with him some of these 
 days. He had the impudence to send a 
 man of his up here last week looking for 
 sheepskins ! " 
 
 " He wasn't that soft, Mr. Jerry, was he ? 
 Well, I've dropped working for him. How 
 are you, Mr. Brownbie ? I hope I see you 
 finely, sir. It's stifl&sh sort of weather, 
 Mr. Brownbie, ain't it, sir ?" 
 
 The old man grunted out some reply, and 
 then asked Boscobel what he wanted. 
 
 " I'll just hang about for the day, Mr. 
 Brownbie, and get a httle grub. You never 
 begrudged a working man that yet." 
 
The Brownbies of Boolabong. 147 
 
 Old Brownbie again grunted, but said 
 no word of welcome. That, however, was 
 to be taken for granted, without much ex- 
 pression of opinion. 
 
 "No, Mr. Jerry," continued Boscobel, 
 " I've done with that fellow." 
 
 " And so has IN'okes done with him." 
 
 '* ISTokes is at work on Medlicot's Mill. 
 That sugar business wouldn't suit me." 
 
 " An axe in your hand is what you're fit 
 for. Bos." 
 
 " There's a many things I can turn my 
 hand to, Mr. Jerry. You couldn't give a 
 fellow such a thing as a nobbier, Mr. Jerry, 
 could you ? I'd offer money for it, only I 
 know it would be taken amiss. It's that 
 hot that a fellow's very in'ards get parched 
 up." 
 
 Upon this Jerry slowly rose, and, going 
 
 L 2 
 
1 48 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 to a cupboard, brouglit forth a modicum of 
 spirits, wlaicli lie called " Battle Axe," but 
 wliicli was supposed to be brandy. This 
 Boscobel swallowed at a gulp, and then 
 washed it down with a little water. 
 
 '' Come, Jerry," said the old man, some- 
 what 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. 
 
 " Heathcote' s in an awful state about 
 them fires, ain't he ? " asked Jerry. 
 
 Boscobel, who had squatted down on the 
 verandah, and was now lighting his pipe, 
 bobbed his head. 
 
The Broiviibles of Boolabong, 149 
 
 " I wish, he was clean burned out — over 
 liead and ears," said Jerrj. 
 
 Boscobel bobbed his head again, sucking 
 with great energy at the closely-stuffed pipe. 
 
 "If he treated me like he does you fel- 
 loYfs," continued Jerry, " he shouldn't have 
 a yard of fencing or a blade of grass left, 
 nor a ewe, nor a lamb, nor a hogget. I do 
 hate fellows who come here and want to be 
 better than any one about 'em — young 
 chaps especially. Sending up here to look 
 for sheepskins, cuss his impudence ! I 
 sent that German fellow of his away with 
 a flea in his ear." 
 
 "Karl Bender?" 
 
 " It's some such name as that." 
 
 " He's all in all with the young squire," 
 said Boscobel. " And there's a chap there 
 called Jacko — he's another. He gets 'em 
 
150 Harry Heathcote of GmigoiL 
 
 down tliere to Gangoil, and tlie ladies talks 
 to 'em, and then they'd go tlirougli fire 
 and water for liim. There's Mickey — lie's 
 another, jist the same way. I don't like 
 them ways myself." 
 
 " Too much of master and man about it ; 
 ain't there. Bos ?" 
 
 " Just that, Mr. Jerry. That ain't my 
 idea of a fr ee coun try. 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 Nokes out by the scruf of 
 his neck?" said Jerry. Boscobel again 
 bobbed his head. " I didn't think Nokes 
 was the sort of fellow to stand that." 
 
 " No more he ain't," said Boscobel. 
 
 " Heathcote's a good plucked 'un all the 
 same," said Joe. 
 
The Browiibies of Boolaboitg. 151 
 
 "It's like you to speak up for sucli a 
 fellow as that," said Jerry. 
 
 " I say lie's a good plucked 'un. I'm 
 not standing up for him. Nokes is kalf a 
 stone keavier tkan Mm, and ougkt to have 
 knocked him over. That's what you'd've 
 done ; wouldn't you. Bos ? I know I would." 
 
 " He'd've had my axe at his head," said 
 Boscobel. 
 
 " We all know Joe's game to the back- 
 bone," said Jerry. 
 
 "I'm game enough for you, anyway," 
 said the brother ; " and you 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 on to the verandah 
 
152 Harjy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 exactly as Boscobel had done. This was 
 Nokes, 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 ISTokes stood hanging his head as 
 thouofh half ashamed of himself. Then 
 they gave him the same kind of greeting 
 as the other men had received. Kobody 
 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 Nokes was to stay there 
 and get his food. He, too, gave some 
 account 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 Gan- 
 goil run intending to take back with him 
 
The Broiunbics of Boo la bong: 153 
 
 tliino^s of liis own wliich lie had left at 
 Bender's liut, and, having come so far, had 
 thought that he would come on and get 
 his dinner at Boolabong. As this was 
 being told a good deal w^as said of Harry 
 Heathcote. Xokes declared that he had 
 come right across Gangoil, and explained 
 that he w^ould not have been at all sorry to 
 meet Master Heathcote in the bush. Master 
 Heathcote had had his own way up at the 
 station when he was backed by a lot of 
 his own hands ; but a good time w^as 
 coming perhaps. Then Nokes gave it to 
 be understood very plainly that it was the 
 settled purpose of his life to give Harry 
 Heathcote a thrashing. During all this 
 there was an immense amount of bad lan- 
 guage, and a large portion of the art 
 which in the colony is called "blowing." 
 
154 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 Jeny, Boscobel, and ISFokes all boasted^ 
 each 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 Brownbie family. 
 
 " And you'd eat him, I suppose?" said 
 Jerry. 
 
 "He's not likely to come in my way," 
 said Joe ; " but if he does, he'll get as 
 good as he brings — that's all." 
 
 This was unpleasant to the visitors, who, 
 of course, felt themselves to be snubbed. 
 Boscobel afiected to hear the slight put 
 upon his courage with good humour, but 
 j^okes laid himself down in a corner and 
 sulked. They were soon all asleep, and 
 
The Browiibies of Boolabo7ig, 1 5 5 
 
 remained dozing, snoring, clianging their 
 uncomfortable positions, and cursing tlie 
 musquitoes, till about four in tlie after- 
 noon, when Boscobel got up, shook him- 
 self, 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, pro- 
 viding 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 enor- 
 
1 56 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 mous kettle of tea was made, and that 
 was common among tliem. While this 
 was being consumed, Boscobel 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 Boscobel was allowed to fill 
 two pannikins. Such was the welcome 
 which was always accorded to strangers 
 at Boolabong. 
 
 After their meal the men came back on 
 to the verandah, and there was more 
 smoking and sleeping, more boasting and 
 snarling^. Different allusions were made 
 to the spirit 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 had already been 
 almost foolishly liberal. But he had an 
 
7 he Bi^ownbies of Boolabong. 157 
 
 object in view. He was quite sure that 
 Boscobel and Nokes had not come to 
 Boolabong on the same Sunday by any 
 chance coincidence. The men had some- 
 thing to propose, and in their own way 
 they would make the proposition before 
 they left, and would make it probably to 
 him. Boscobel intended to sleep at Boo- 
 labong, but Nokes had explained that it 
 was his purpose to return that night to 
 Medlicot'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. Xokes first walked 
 off, sloping out from the verandah in a 
 half shy, half cunning manner, looking no 
 whither, and saying a word to no one. 
 Quickly after him, Boscobel jumped up 
 suddenly, hitched up his trousers, and 
 
158 Hany Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 followed the first man. At about a 
 similar interval, Jerry passed out tlirougli 
 the big room to the yard at 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. 
 
 " Of course there's something up," said 
 Joe. *' Those fellows didn't come all the 
 way to Boolabong for nothing." 
 
 "It's something about young Heath- 
 cote," suggested the father. 
 
 "If it is," said Jack, "what's that to 
 
 you?" 
 
 " They'll get themselves hanged, that's 
 all about it." 
 
 " That be blowed ! " said Jack. "You go 
 
The Brownbies of Boolabong. 159 
 
 easy and hold your tongue. If you know 
 nothing nobody can hurt you." 
 
 ^' I know nothing," said Joe, " and 
 don't mean. If I had scores to quit with 
 a fellow like Harry Heathcote 1 should do 
 it after my own fashion. I shouldn't get 
 Boscobel to help me, nor yet such a fellow 
 as Nokes. But it's no business of mine. 
 Heathcote' s made the place too hot to 
 hold him — that's all about. iL-" 
 
 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. 
 
 Boolabong was about fourteen miles 
 from Medlicot's Mill. ISTokes had walked 
 this distance in the mornina*, and no\v 
 retraced it at night ; not going right across 
 
1 6o Haj^jy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Gangoil, as lie had falsely boasted of doing 
 early in the day, but skirting it, and keeping 
 on tlie outside of the fence nearly the whole 
 distance. At about two in the morning he 
 reached his cottag^e outside the mill on the 
 river bank ; 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, Nokes, at this time of 
 night ? " asked Mr. Medlicot. 
 
 Nokes grunted out some reply, intending 
 to avoid any further question. But his 
 master came up to the hut door and asked- 
 him where he had been. 
 
 " Just amusing myself," said Nokes. 
 
 " It's very late." 
 
 "It's not later for me than for you, Mr. 
 Medlicot." 
 
The Brownbies of Boolaboiig, i6i 
 
 " That's true. I've just ridden home 
 from Gangoil." 
 
 " From Gangoil ? I didn't know you 
 was so friendly there, Mr. Medhcot." 
 
 " And where have you been ?" 
 
 "Not to Gangoilj anyway. Good night, 
 Mr. Medhcot!" 
 
 Then the man took himself into his hut, 
 and was safe from further questioning that 
 
 night. 
 
 M 
 
1 62 Har7y Heathcote of Ga7igoiL 
 
 CHAPTEE YII. 
 
 " I WISH you'd like me." 
 
 All tlie Saturday niglit Heathcote had 
 been on the run, and he did not return 
 home to bed till nearly dawn on the Sun- 
 day morning. At about noon, prayers 
 were read out on the verandah, the con- 
 gregation consisting of Mrs. Heathcote 
 and her sister, Mrs. Growler, 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. 
 
" / wish youd like 7716." 1 6 
 
 o 
 
 as regarded Jacko, tliey would 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 en- 
 titled to be fatigued. His wife sat beside 
 him, every now and again protecting him 
 from the flies, while Kate Daly sat by with 
 her Bib le 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 strono; feeling;', and 
 taught them to regard him for the time as 
 a young hero. 
 
 " How quietly he sleeps ! " Kate said. 
 M 2 
 
164 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 " The fatigue of tlie last week must Iiave 
 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." 
 
 '' Ah, well ! there isn't anything 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. Heathcote. 
 
 "But he likes an excuse for a nobbier as 
 well as any one. Did I tell you that they 
 had fires over at Jackson's yesterday — at 
 Coolaroo ?" 
 
 " Was there any harm done ? " 
 
 " A deal of grass burned, and they had 
 
* * / wish yotid like me!' 165 
 
 to drive tlie slieep, wliich. won't serve them 
 this kind of weather. I don't know which 
 I fear most — the grass, the fences, or the 
 sheep. As for the buildings, I don't think 
 they'll try that again." 
 
 ''Why not, Harry?" 
 
 " The risk of being seen is so great. I 
 can hardly understand that a man like 
 Nokes should have been such a fool as he 
 was." 
 
 " You think it was Nokes ? " 
 
 " 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 
 Medlicot's position supporting a fellow like 
 that. By heavens! it nearly drives me mad 
 
1 66 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 to think of it. Tliousands and thousands 
 of pounds are at stake. All that a man has 
 in the world is exposed to the malice of a 
 scoundrel like Nokes ! 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 suflS.cient excuse, you should 
 excuse him," said Kate, with good feminine 
 logic. 
 
 '' 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 
 
'* / zvish youd like me!' 167 
 
 wife, "and you sliould 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 Gangoil? 
 Here's Bates ! Well, Mr Bates, how goes 
 it?" 
 
 " Tremendous hot, sir." 
 
 "We've found that out already. You 
 haven't heard where that fellow Boscobel 
 has gone ?" 
 
 " No, I haven't heard ; but he'll be 
 over with some of those Brownbie lads. 
 They say Georgie Brownbie' s about the 
 country somewhere. If so, there'll be a 
 row among 'em." 
 
 " When thieves fall out, Mr. Bates, 
 honest men come by their own." 
 
 " So they say, Mr. Heathcote. All the 
 
i68 Hariy Heathcote of Ga?igoil. 
 
 same, I shouldn't care liow far Georgie 
 was away from any place I liad to do 
 with." 
 
 Then the yonng master and his old 
 superintendent sauntered out to his back 
 premises to talk about sheep and fires, and 
 plans for putting out fires. And no doubt 
 Mr. Bates had the glass of brandy and 
 water, which he 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 towards the station. 
 
*' / wish yo2t d like me!' 1 69 
 
 Mr. Bates said tliat he tliouglit 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. 
 
 "That's Medlicot's trap," said Mr. Bates, 
 as they entered the yard. " I heard wheels 
 when we were in the horse-paddock." 
 
 Harry looked at the trap, and then 
 went quickly into the house. He walked 
 with a rapid step on to the verandah, 
 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 
 
1 70 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 that he was perturbed in spirit. Under 
 his own roof-tree he wonld certainly be 
 courteous ; but there is a constrained 
 courtesy very hard to be borne, of which 
 she knew him to be capable. He first went 
 up to the old lady, and to her his greet- 
 ing was pleasant enough. Harry Heath- 
 cote, though he had assumed the bush mode 
 of dressing, still retained the manners of a 
 high-bred gentleman in his intercourse 
 with women. Then, turning sharply 
 round, he gave his hand to Mr. Medlicot. 
 "I am glad to see you at Gangoil," he 
 said. " I was not fortunate enouo^h to be 
 at home when you called the other day. 
 Mrs. Medlicot 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 
 
" / wish yoztd like me!' 171 
 
 mingled pride and disdain with wliicli her 
 husband was exercising civility to his 
 enemy. Harry's countenance wore a look 
 not difficult of perusal ; and Medlicot 
 could read the lines almost as distinctly 
 as Harry's wife. 
 
 "I have asked Mrs._Medlicot to stay 
 and dine with us,"" she said, " so that she 
 may have it cool for the drive back." 
 
 " I am almost afraid of the bush at 
 night," said the old woman. 
 
 "You'll have a full moon," said Harry. 
 " It will be as light as day." 
 
 So that was settled. Heathcote thought 
 it odd that the man whom he regarded as 
 his enemy, whom he had left at their last 
 meeting in positive hostility, should con- 
 sent to accept a dinner under his roof ; 
 but that was Medlicot' s affair, not his. 
 
172 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 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 day, 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 Medlicot, 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 
 
' ' / wish youd like me, " 173 
 
 little afraid that, if tliey got into an argu- 
 inent on the matter, Medlicot would have 
 the best of it. And there was, too, almost 
 a claim to superiority in Medlicot' s use of 
 the word " hard." "When one man says 
 that he has been hard to another he almost 
 boasts that, on that occasion, he got the 
 better of him. 
 
 " That's just it," said Medlicot ; '' 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 rarely does any good." 
 ' "What is it, then?" 
 
 " You may perhaps be right about that 
 man Nokes." 
 
 " No doubt I may. I know I'm right. 
 When I asked him whether he had been at 
 
1 74 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 my slied, 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. Medlicot, 
 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. 
 
* ' / wish yoiHd like me!' 175 
 
 where people live so tliick together that 
 nothinof is thousfht of a man beino; dis- 
 missed. I was obliged to discharge him, 
 and now he's my enemy." 
 
 " A man may be your enemy without 
 beino^ a felon." 
 
 " Of course he may. I'm his enemy in 
 a way, but I wouldn't hurt a hair of his 
 head unjustly. When I see the attempts 
 made to burn me out, of course I know 
 that an enemy has been at work." 
 
 *' Is there no one else has got a grudge 
 ao^ainst 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 hos- 
 tility to him, whom he had almost suspected 
 of harbouring Xokes at the mill simply 
 
1 76 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 because l^okes liad been dismissed from 
 Gangoil ? That suspicion was indeed 
 fading away. There was something in 
 Medhcot'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 Gan- 
 /goil run after a fashion which to Heathcote 
 was objectionable politically, morally, and 
 \socially. Let Medlicot in regard to cha- 
 racter be what he might, he was a free- 
 selector and a squatter's enemy, and had 
 clenched 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 grudges — or against 
 whom — or why. I suppose I have a 
 grudge against you, if the truth is to 
 
* ' / zvish youd like me. " 177 
 
 be known ; but I slian't burn down your 
 mill." 
 
 " I'm sure you won't." 
 
 " JN'or 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 IN'okes is strong enough to justify 
 me in sending him away ; but I'll keep an 
 eye 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 
 
 N 
 
178 Hariy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 alone, promising, however, tliat lie would 
 not start for his night's ride till after the 
 party had come back to the station. 
 
 '' There is no hnrry at all," he said ; " I 
 shan't stir for two hours yet, but Mickey 
 will be waiting there for stores for himself 
 and the German." 
 
 " That means a nobbier for Mickey," said 
 Kate. '' Either of those men would think 
 it a treat to ride ten miles in and ten miles 
 back, with a horse-load of sugar and tea 
 and flour, for the sake of a glass of brandy 
 and water." 
 
 " And so would you," said Harry, • " if 
 you lived in a hut by yourself for a fort- 
 night, with nothing to drink but tea with- 
 out milk." 
 
 The old lady and Mrs. Heathcote were 
 soon seated on the grass, while Medlicot 
 
'' / wish youd like mer 1 79 
 
 and Kate Daly roamed on together. Kate 
 was a pretty, modest girl, timid withal and 
 sliy, unused to society, and therefore awk- 
 ward, 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 in the guise of a gentleman was 
 to poor Kate Daly. A brother-in-law, let 
 him be ever so good, is, after all, no better 
 than tea without milk. ISTo doubt Mickey 
 O'Dowd often thought about a nobbier in 
 his thirsty solitude, and so did Kate specu- 
 late on what might possibly be the attrac- 
 tions of a lover. Medlicot probably in- 
 dulged in no such speculations ; but the 
 nobbier, when brought close to his lips, 
 was grateful to him as to others. That 
 
 N 2 
 
1 8o Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Kate Daly was very pretty no man could 
 doubt. 
 
 " Isn't it sad that lie should have to ride 
 about all night like that?" said Kate, to 
 whom, as was proper, Harry Heathcote at 
 the present moment was of more importance 
 than any other human being. 
 
 " I suppose he likes it." 
 
 " Oh no, Mr. Medlicot; how can he like 
 it ? It is 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 
 
" I wish yottd like me!' 1 8 1 
 
 children, and 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 be- 
 fore 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." 
 
 " Horrid, I should think. I suppose it 
 is better for him to be married. You've 
 got your mother, Mr. Medlicot." 
 
 " Yes ; I've got my mother.'' 
 
1 8 2 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " 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 is 
 better for a man. They haven't got any- 
 thing else to do, and therefore they can 
 look to thing's." 
 
 " 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. Medlicot; only 
 I know I'm not of much use." 
 
 " But if you had a house of your own ?" 
 " Gangoil 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." 
 
*' I wish yoiid like me!' 1 8 
 
 o 
 
 '' Your sister will never leave Gangoil." 
 
 " Not unless Harry gets another sta- 
 tion." 
 
 " But you will have to be transplanted 
 some day." 
 
 Kate merely cliucked 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 any- 
 body, Mr. Medlicot." 
 
 " You wouldn't marry any one but a 
 squatter ? I can quite understand that. 
 The squatters 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." 
 
1 84 Har7y Heathcote of Ga^igoiL 
 
 Bo til Medlicot and Kate Daly meant 
 England wtien they spoke of liome. 
 
 '' There isn't so much difiference as people 
 think. Classes hang together just in the 
 same way; only I think there's a httle 
 more exclusiveness here than there was 
 there." ' 
 
 In answer to this Kate asserted with in- 
 nocent eagerness that she was not at all 
 exclusive, and that if ever she married any 
 one she'd marry the man she liked. 
 
 "I wish you'd like me," said Med- 
 licot. 
 
 " 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 
 
' ' I wish you 'd like me.'' 185 
 
 from it. In this respect Mickey O'Dowd 
 was the more sensible of the two. 
 
 JSTo 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 Medlicots started that night 
 the old lady made a proposition that the 
 Heathcotes and Miss Daly should eat their 
 Christmas dinner at Medlicot's Mill. Mrs. 
 Heathcote, thinking perhaps of her sister, 
 thoroughly liking what she herself had 
 seen of the Medlicots, looked anxiously into 
 Harry's face. If he would consent to this 
 an intimacy would follow, and probably a 
 real friendship be made. 
 
 "It's out of the question," he said. The 
 very firmness, however, with which he 
 
1 86 Hm^ry Heathcote of Gmigoil. 
 
 spoke gave a certain cordiality even to Ms 
 refusal. 
 
 " I must be at home, so tliat Ijie men 
 may know wliere to find me till I go out 
 for tlie night." Then after a pause he con- 
 tinued, " 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. 
 
 Medlicot drove his mother home safely, 
 and, after he had taken her into the house, 
 encountered ISTokes on his return from 
 Boolabong, as has been told at the close of 
 the last chapter.. 
 
^' I do zuish he wotdd come / " 187 
 
 CHAPTEE YIII. 
 
 " I DO ^ISH HE WOULD COME ! " 
 
 On the Mondaj morniiig 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 ?" 
 
1 88 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil, 
 
 " No ; yesterday — Sunday. I cannot 
 make out wlietlier they come by them- 
 selves. They certainly are not all made 
 by incendiaries." 
 
 " Accidents, 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 learn, the worst fires have not 
 been just after mid-day, 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. Heath- 
 cote determined that he should sleep all 
 day if he would. Even the nights were 
 
** / do zvish he wo7ild come ! " 1 89 
 
 fearfully hot and sultry, and on this Monday 
 morning he had 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 two 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 mis- 
 tress. 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 squatter's bedside, 
 
1 90 Hainy Heathcote of GangoiL . 
 
 and Harry Heathcote, quite awake, was 
 sitting up and listening. 
 
 " George Brownbie's at Boolabong." 
 That at first was the gravamen of Jacko's 
 news. 
 
 " I know that already, Jacko." 
 
 " My word ! " exclaimed Jacko. 
 
 In those parts Georgie Brownbie was re- 
 garded almost as the Evil One himself; 
 and Jacko, knowing what mischief was, as 
 it were, in the word, thought that he was 
 entitled to bread and jam, if not to a 
 nobbier itself, in bringing such tidings to 
 Gangoil. 
 
 "Is that all?" asked Heathcote. 
 
 ''And Bos is at Boolabong, and Bill 
 l^okes was there all Sunday, and Jerry 
 Brownbie' s been out along with Bos and 
 Georgie." 
 
" / do wish he wo7dd coine / " 191 
 
 " The old man wouldn't do 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 prisin. They always 
 cotches the best when they want to send 
 'em to prisin. If they'd lock up Jerry, and 
 Georgie, and Jack ! My w^ord, yes ! " 
 
 ''You think they're arranging it all at 
 Boolabong?" 
 
 "In course they are." 
 
 " I don't see why Boscobel shouldn't be 
 at Boolabong wdthout intending me any 
 harm. Of course he'd go there when he 
 left Gangoil — that's where they all go." 
 
 " And Bill Nokes, Mr. Harry ?" 
 
 " And Bill Nokes too. Though why he 
 
192 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 should travel so far from liis work this 
 weather, I can't say." 
 
 " My word, no, Mr. Harry !" 
 
 " Did 3^ou see any fires about your way 
 last night ?" Jacko shook his head. " You 
 ofo into the kitchen and o-et somethinof to 
 
 O CD CI 
 
 eat, and wait for me. I shall be out before 
 long, now." 
 
 Though Heathcote had made light of the 
 assemblage of evil spirits at Boolabong, 
 which had seemed so important to Jacko, 
 he by no means did regard the news as un- 
 essential. Of Nokes's villany he was con- 
 vinced. Of Boscobel he had imprudently 
 made a second enemy at a most inauspicious 
 time. Georgie Brownbie 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 
 
^^ I do wish he would come / " 193 
 
 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 Boolabong, and if evil 
 things were being plotted against Gangoil, 
 Georgie would certainly be among the con- 
 spu-ators. 
 
 Soon after noon Harry was on horseback 
 and Jacko was at his heels. The heat was 
 more intense than ever. Mrs. Heathcote 
 had twisted round Harry's hat a long white 
 scarf, called a puggeree — 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. Heathcote had begged 
 Harry to take a large cotton parasol, and 
 he had nearly consented — being unable at 
 
 
 
1 94 Harry HeatJicote of GangoiL 
 
 last to reconcile 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 to- 
 morrow. I wish with all my heart those 
 people were not coming." 
 
 He rode straightaway to the German's hut, 
 which was on the north-western extremity of 
 his farther paddock in that direction. From 
 thence the western fence ran in a southerly 
 direction, nearly straight to the river. Beyond 
 the fence was a 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 Gangoil, but over which the 
 Brownbies had driven their cattle since the 
 
^' I do wish he 'W02old come / " 195 
 
 fence liacl 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 
 OT\Tiership of a Crown tenant in such 
 fashion as the nature of his occupation 
 allowed. Beyond this strip was Boolabong, 
 the house at Boolabono- beino- not above 
 three miles distant from the fence, and not 
 above four miles from the German's hut ; 
 so that the Brownbies were in truth much 
 nearer neio^hbours to the German than was 
 Heathcote and his family. But between the 
 German and the Brownbies there raged an 
 internecine feud. No doubt Harry Heath- 
 cote, in his heart, liked the German all the 
 better on this account ; but it behoved him, 
 both as a master and a magistrate, to regard 
 
 2 
 
1 96 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 reports against Boolabong coming from tlie 
 German with something of suspicion. Now 
 Jacko had been introduced to Gangoil under 
 German auspices, and had soon come to a 
 decision that it would be a good thing and 
 a just to lock up all the Brownbies in the 
 great gaol 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 Marv river. 
 hitting it about four miles west of Medli- 
 cot'sMill; so that there was a considerable 
 portion of the Gangoil run having a frontage 
 to the water. As has been before said, 
 Medlicot's plantation was about fourteen 
 miles distant from the house at Boolabong, 
 and the distance from the Gano^oil house 
 
^' I do wish he wozdd come / " 197 
 
 to that of tlie Brownbies was about tlie 
 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, suffo- 
 cating 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 Boolabong, 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 altoo^ether unextin- 
 guishable by the time that it had reached 
 his paddock. The Brownbies, as he knew 
 well, would care nothing for burning a 
 
198 Harry Heathcote of Ga7igoiL 
 
 patcli of tlieir own grass. Tlieir stock, if 
 tliey 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 on 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 
 fire, and it might be that many of them 
 also would perish in the flames. The ca- 
 tastrophe 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. 
 
'^ I do wish he zuotild come / " 199 
 
 The man was soon up, apologizing for his 
 somnolence, and preparing tea for his 
 master's entertainment. 
 
 "It is not Christmas-like at home at 
 all ; is it, Mr. 'Eathcote ? Dear, no ! 
 Them red divils is there readj to give us a 
 Christmas roasting." Then he told how 
 he had boldly ridden np to Boolabong that 
 morning, and had seen Georgie and Bos- 
 cobel 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 up to Boolabong myself," said 
 Harry. 
 
 " My word ! they'll just about knock 
 your head ofE !" suggested Jacko. 
 
 Karl Bender also thouo'ht that the 
 
200 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 making of such a visit would be a source 
 of danger; but Heathcote explained that 
 any personal attack was not to be appre- 
 hended 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 a 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, at 
 periods 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, in- 
 deed, that there existed no evidence of 
 
'' I do luisJi he zuoidd come ! '"' 201 
 
 fires in tlie 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. 
 Every one 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. Watch- 
 fulness was the best security — watchful- 
 ness day and night till rain should come ; 
 and Heathcote 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 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 
 
202 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 watcli, and it miglit be well tliat tliey 
 should know also liow close his watcli was 
 kept. He took the German and Jacko 
 with him, but left them with their horses 
 about a mile on the Boolabong side of his 
 own fence, nigh to the extreme boundary 
 of the Debateable 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 such occasions was 
 held to be a feast moveable over a wide 
 space of time. But on this occasion the 
 women expected him to come early, as 
 it was his intention to be out again as 
 soon as it should be dark. Mrs. Growler 
 was asked to have the dinner ready at six. 
 During the day Mrs. Heathcote was back- 
 
'' I do wish he would covie I '' 203 
 
 ward 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 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 down-hearted, and 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 abscojided. 
 
 " Them rats always does leave a falling 
 house," said Mrs. Growler. 
 
204 Har7y Heathcote of Gafigotc. 
 
 At seven o'clock the sun was down, 
 tliougli the gloom of the tropical even- 
 ing had not yet come. The two ladies 
 went out to the gate, which was but a few 
 yards from the verandah, 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 w^as so gentle, 
 continuous, and unaltered, that it seemed 
 to be no more than a vehicle for other 
 sounds, and was as deathlike as silence 
 itself. The gate of the horse-paddock 
 through which Heathcote 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, w^hispering a word 
 now and then to each other — listening 
 
" I do wish he wotdci come ! " 205 
 
 always, but in vain. Looking away to the 
 west, every now and then tliey fancied 
 that they could see the sky glow with 
 flames, and then 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. Growler came out to them, 
 declaring: her fears in no measured terms. 
 
 " Well, marm, I do declare I think we'd 
 better go away out of this." 
 
 ''Go away, Mrs. Growler? "WTiat non- 
 sense ! Where can we go to ?" 
 
 " The mill would be nearest, ma'am, 
 and we should be safe there. I'm sure 
 Mrs. Medlicot would take us in." 
 
 ''Why should you not be safe here?'^ 
 said Kate. 
 
 " That wretched Chinese hasn't gone 
 
2o6 Hainy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 and left us for nothing, miss, and wTiat 
 would we tliree lone women do here if all 
 them Brownbies came down upon us ? 
 Why don't master come back ? He ought 
 to come back; oughtn't he, 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 a scolding as she knew how to pro- 
 nounce. But her own courage was giving 
 way much as Mrs. Growler's 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 he would come !" 
 said the elder sister. 
 
'' I do luish he zuo7Lld come / " 207 
 
 " Are you afraid ? " 
 
 "It is so desolate, and lie may be so far 
 off, and ^e couldn't get to him if anything 
 happened, and we shouldn't know." 
 
 Then they were again silent, and re- 
 mained 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 pre- 
 sence; 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 towards the outer gate of 
 the horse paddock, followed by her sister. 
 
2o8 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Her ears were true, but she was doomed 
 to disappointment. The horseman was only 
 a messenger from her husband, Mickey 
 O'Dowd, the Irish boundarj-rider. 
 
 He had great tidings to tell, and was so 
 long in telling them, that we will not 
 attempt to give them in his own words. 
 The purport of his story was as follows : — 
 Harry had been to Boolabong House, but 
 had found there no one but the old man. 
 Eeturning home thence towards his own 
 fence, he had smelt the smoke of fire, and 
 had found, within a furlong of his path, a 
 long ridge of burning grass. According to 
 Mickey's account it could not have been 
 lio-hted above a few minutes before Heath- 
 cote'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 
 
'^ I do wish he woidd come / " 209 
 
 liave managed, but — so Mickey said, pro- 
 bably exaggerating tlie 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 hinder 
 flames had caught him. Bender and Jacko 
 had been Avith 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 
 
 p 
 
2 lo Har^y Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 been so often canvassed in the hearing of 
 the two sisters, that it was clearly intelli- 
 gible 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, ex- 
 plained that too. The ladies were not to 
 wait dinner. The master felt himself 
 obliged to remain out at night, and had 
 gotten food at the German's hut. He, 
 Mickey, was commissioned to return with 
 a flask full of brandy, as it would be neces- 
 sary 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 
 
'' 1 do wish he wotUd come / " 211 
 
 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. 
 Heathcote to her sister. " As things are, 
 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. Growler. 
 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 lio^ht. 
 
 p 2 
 
2 1 2 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 THE BUSH FIGHT. 
 
 Haeky Heathcote had, on this occasion, 
 entertained no doubt whatever that the 
 fire had been intentional and premeditated. 
 A hghted torch mnst have been dragged 
 along the grass, so as to ignite a line many- 
 yards long all at the same time. He had 
 been Inckily 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 
 
The Bush Fight. 213 
 
 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 
 miscreant probably had remembered this, 
 and had known that he might escape steal- 
 thily, without the noise of a rapid retreat. 
 
 When the work was over, when he had 
 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 awhile 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 
 work he had done, as were also Jacko and 
 
214 Harjy Heathcote of Gangoil, 
 
 tlie German. O'Dowd liad 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. ISTo doubt the 
 attempt would be made elsewhere along 
 the boundary between Gangoil and Boola- 
 bong — was very probably being made at 
 this moment. The two men whom he 
 
The Bush Fight. 215 
 
 could trust and Jacko were now with him. 
 They were wiping their brows 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 towards his own fence, 
 making his way as he went southerly down 
 towards the river. They who were deter- 
 mined 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 site of 
 his bivouac for the night. 
 
 '' It won't be very cheery, Bender," he 
 
2 1 6 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil, 
 
 said to the German; ''but we shall have to 
 make a night of it till they disturb us 
 ag^ain ! " 
 
 The German made a motion with his 
 arms, intended to signify his utter indiffer- 
 ence. 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. 
 
 " Karl ! " he exclaimed, jumping up, 
 " they're at it again — look there 1 " 
 
 In less than half a minute, and without 
 speaking another word, they were all on 
 
The BiLsh FigJit. 2 1 7 
 
 tlieir horses and riding in tlie direction of 
 tile light. It came from a part of the Boo- 
 labong run somcAvhat nearer to the river 
 than the place at Tvhicli they had stationed 
 themselves, where the strip of ground be- 
 tween Harry's 'fence and the acknowledged 
 boundary of Brownbie's run was the nar- 
 rowest. As they approached the fire they 
 became aware that it had been lio-lited on 
 Boolabong. On this occasion Harrj^ did not 
 ride on ujd 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, feel- 
 ing that they upon whom he had to depend 
 were sufficiently instructed, if only they 
 would be sufficiently energetic. 
 
 " Keep it well under, but let it run," was 
 all he said, as, lighting a dried bush with a 
 
2 1 8 Harry Heathcote of Ga7tgoiL 
 
 matclij 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 endea- 
 vouring to control it. There might, per- 
 haps, be a quarter of a mile between the 
 front of the advancing fire and the line at 
 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 at the much harder task of control- 
 ling his own fire, so that it should not run 
 away from him and get as it were out of his 
 hands, and be as bad to him as that which 
 
The Btcsh Fight. 219 
 
 lie was thus seeking to circumvent. Tlie 
 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. 
 
 " They's all right," said Mickey, flop- 
 ping away with a great bough, " but that 
 tarnation Chinese has gone off*." 
 
 " My word ! Sing-Sing. Find him at 
 Boolabong," 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 
 
2 20 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 as to get round them. Every now and then 
 Harry extended his own line, moving always 
 forward towards Gangoil as he did so, 
 though he and his men were always on 
 Brownbie's territory. He had no doubt 
 but that where he could succeed in destroy- 
 ing the grass for a breadth of forty or fifty 
 yards he would starve out the inimical 
 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, Avho were at work, once allow 
 themselves to be outflanked, their exertions 
 would be all in vain. And then those 
 wretches mis^ht lio^ht 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 
 
The Bush Fight. 221 
 
 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 would not do 
 better for his property by taking his men 
 with him on to 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 controlled 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 
 
2 2 2 Ha7'ry Hecithcote of Gangoil. 
 
 liave fed tlie advancing flames. At first lie 
 could not spare tlie minute wMch would be 
 necessary to find out wLo was liis friend, 
 but as tliey drew nearer he knew tlie man. 
 It was the sugar planter from the Mill, and 
 with him his foreman. 
 
 " We've been doing our best," said Med- 
 licot, " 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 ques- 
 tions as to the cause of Medlicot's presence 
 so far from his home at that time in 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 
 fires make it ! " 
 
 " Hot, indeed," said Harry. " It's killing 
 
The Bush Fight. 22 
 
 o 
 
 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's heart." 
 
 He had paused as he spoke, leaning on 
 the great battered bough which he held, but 
 in an instant was at work with it again. 
 
 " Do you stay here, Mr. Medlicot, 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 on with a lighted bush-torch in 
 his hand. 
 
 Suddenly he found himself confronted in 
 the bnsh by a man on horseback, whom he 
 at once recognized as Georgie Brownbie. 
 He forgot for a moment where he was, and 
 began to question the reprobate as to his 
 presence at that spot. 
 
2 24 Ha7^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " That's like your impudence ! " said 
 Georgie. '' You're not only trespassing, 
 but you're destroying our property wilfully, 
 and you ask me wliat business I liave liere. 
 You're a nice sort of young man ! " 
 
 Harry, cliecked for a moment by tlie re- 
 membrance that he was in truth upon 
 Boolabong run, did not at once answer. 
 
 " Put that bush down and don't burn our 
 grass," continued Georgie, " or you shall ' 
 have to answer for it. What right have 
 you to fire our grass ? " 
 
 "Who fired it first ? " 
 
 "It lighted itself. That's no rule why 
 you should light it more. You give over, 
 or I'll punch your head for you 1" 
 
 Harry's men and Medlicot were advanc- 
 ing towards him, trampling out their own 
 embers as they came, and Georgie Brown- 
 
The Bicsk Fight. 225 
 
 bie, wlio was alone, wlien lie saw that there 
 were four or five men against him, turned 
 round and rode back. 
 
 " Did you ever see impudence like that ?" 
 said Harrj. " He is probably the very man 
 who set the match, and yet he comes and 
 brazens it out with me ! " 
 
 " I don't think he's the man who set the 
 match," said Medlicot quietly; ''at any 
 rate there was another." 
 
 "Who was it?" 
 
 " My man Nokes. I saw him with the 
 torch in his hand." 
 
 " Heaven and earth ! " 
 
 " Yes, Mr. Heathcote ; I saw him put it 
 down. You were 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 
 
 Q 
 
2 26 Hai^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 tlie frankness of Ms confession; but tlie 
 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 shall be done 
 at last;" for he 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. Kokes had 
 been seen; but, pregnant as the theme 
 might be with words, it was almost impos- 
 sible to talk. Questions could not be 
 asked and answered without stopping in 
 their toil. There were questions which 
 Harry longed to ask. Could Medlicot 
 swear to the man? Did the man know 
 
The Btcsh Fight. 227 
 
 that lie had been seen ? If he knew that 
 he had been watched whilst he lit the 
 grass, he would soon be far away from 
 Medlicot's Mill and Gangoil. 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 endea- 
 voured 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 exactino^ 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 
 
 Q 2 
 
2 28 Hamy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Abraham no doubt exercised. In Abra- 
 ham'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 Tvorked 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 
 Boolabong and Gangoil. Surely Abraham 
 had never been called on to work like this ! 
 He and his men were in a line, cover- 
 ing something above a quarter of a mile 
 of ground, of which line he was himself 
 the nearest to the river, and Medlicot 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 
 
TJie BiLsJi Fight. 229 
 
 sorrow in regard to Nokes and Boscobel, 
 lie certainly liad equal cause to be prond 
 of tlie stauncliness of his remaining satel- 
 lites. Tlie men worked with a will, as 
 though the whole run had been the per- 
 sonal property of each of them. ISTokes 
 and Boscobel would probably have done 
 the same had the fires come before they 
 had quarrelled 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. 
 
 "My word!" said Jacko, on a sudden; 
 *' here they are all o' horseback !" And as 
 he spoke there was the sound of half a 
 dozen horsemen galloping up to them 
 through the bush. " Why, there's Bos, 
 his own self!" said Jacko. 
 
230 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 Tlie two leading men were Joe and Jerry 
 Brownbie, who for tliis niglit only had 
 composed their quarrels, and close to them 
 was Boscobel. There were others behind, 
 also mounted — Jack Brownbie and Georgie, 
 and Nokes himself. But they, though their 
 figures were seen, could not be distin- 
 guished in the gloom of the night ; nor, 
 indeed, did Harry at first discern of how 
 many 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 should cer- 
 tainly 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 
 
The Bush Fight. 231 
 
 on Boolabong. 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 handiwork, 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 con- 
 flagration. The horsemen were dressed, as 
 was Harry himself, in trousers and shirts, 
 vtdth old slouch hats, and each of them had 
 a cudgel in his hand. As they came gal- 
 loping up through the trees, they 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 Jacko went on with his em- 
 
232 Hainy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 plojment faster tlian ever, as tlioiigli a 
 troop of men in tlie dark were nothing to 
 liim. 
 
 Jerry Brownbie was tlie 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 ! Ride over 
 him, Bos, while I stop these other fellows ! " 
 
 The Brownbies had been aware that 
 Hany's two boundary-riders were with 
 him, but had not heard of the arrival of 
 Medlicot and the other man. Nokes was 
 aware that some one on horseback had 
 been near him when he was firing the 
 grass, but had thought that it was one of 
 the party from Gangoil. By the time that 
 
TJic B7ish Fight. 233 
 
 Jerry Brownbie had readied the German, 
 Medlicot was there also. 
 
 "Who the deuce are you?" asked Jerry. 
 
 " What business is that of yours ?" said 
 Medhcot. 
 
 " No business of mine, and you firing 
 our grass ! I'll let you know ni}^ business 
 pretty quickly !" 
 
 "It's that fellow Medlicot, from the 
 sugar-mill," said Joe; "the man that 
 Nokes is with." 
 
 " I thought you was a horse of another 
 colour," continued Jerrj^, who had been 
 given to understand that Medlicot was 
 Heathcote's enemy. " Any way, 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 chum, and don't 
 
234 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 understand wliat you're about, but you 
 must stop this." 
 
 As Medlicot still went on putting out 
 ^ the fire, Jerry attempted to ride liim down. 
 Medlicot cauglit the horse by the rein 
 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 Brownbie, seeing this, 
 rode up behind the sugar-planter, and 
 struck him violently with his cudgel over 
 the shoulder. Medlicot sank nearly to the 
 ground, but at once recovered himself. He 
 knew that some bone on the left side of 
 his body was broken; but he could still 
 fight with his right hand — and he did 
 fight. 
 
 Boscobel and Georgie Brownbie both 
 
The Bush Fight. 235 
 
 attempted to ride over Harry together, 
 and miglit 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 
 Boscobel was riding. The animal jumped 
 immediately from the ground, bucking into 
 the air, and Boscobel was thrown far over 
 his head. Georgie Brownbie then turned 
 upon Jacko, but Jacko was far too nimble 
 to be caught, and escaped among the trees. 
 For a few minutes the fight was general, 
 but the footmen had the best of it, in spite 
 of the injury done to Medlicot. Jerry was 
 bruised and burned about the face by his 
 fall among the ashes, and did not much 
 rehsh the work afterwards. Boscobel was 
 stunned for a few moments, and was quite 
 ready to retreat when he came to himself. 
 
236 Harry Heathcotc of Gaiigoil. 
 
 Nokes during the wliole time did not show 
 himself, alleging as a reason afterwards the 
 presence of his employer, Medlicot. 
 
 " I'm blessed if your cowardice shan't 
 hang you ! " said Joe Brownbie to him on 
 their way home. " Do you think we're 
 going to fight the battles of a fellow like 
 you, who hasn't pluck to come forward 
 himself?" 
 
 " I've as much pluck as you," answered 
 ISTokes, " and am ready to fight you any 
 day. But I know when a man is to come 
 forward and when he's not. Hanof me ! 
 I'm not so near hanging as some folks at 
 Boolabong." 
 
 We may imagine therefore that the night 
 was not spent pleasantly among the 
 Brownbies after these adventures. 
 
 There was, of course, very much cursing 
 
The BitsJi Fight. 237 
 
 and swearing, and very many threats 
 before the party from Boolabong 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 in- 
 tentional, and denied as stoutly that the 
 original fire could be stopped by fires. 
 But at last they went, leaving Heathcote 
 and his party masters of the battle-field. 
 Jerry was taken away in a sad condition ; 
 and in subsequent accounts of the transac- 
 tion given from Boolabong, his fall was put 
 forward as the reason of their flight, he 
 having been the general on the occasion. 
 And Boscobel had certainly lost all 
 stomach for immediate fighting. Imme- 
 diately behind the battle-field they came 
 
238 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 across Nokes, and Sing-Sing the runaway 
 cook from Gangoil. 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 Medlicot's collar-bone 
 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 
 ahead of him during the fight. As far as 
 they had gone they had 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 extin- 
 guished. But, while the attack was being 
 made upon them, the flames had crept on 
 
The BiLsh Fight, 239 
 
 to the southward, and had now got beyond 
 then* 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. 
 
 Medlicot consented to be taken back to 
 Gangoil instead of to the mill. Perhaps he 
 thought that Kate Daly might be a better 
 nurse than his mother, or that the quiet of 
 the sheep station might be better for him 
 than the clatter of his own mill-wheels! 
 It was midnight, and they had a ride of 
 fourteen miles, which was hard enougfh 
 upon a man with a broken collar-bone. 
 The whole party also was thoroughly 
 fatigued. The work they had been doing 
 
240 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil, 
 
 was about as liard as could fall to a man's 
 lot, aud tliey had now been many hours 
 without food. Before they started, Mickey 
 produced his flask, the contents of which 
 were divided equally among them all, in- 
 cluding Jacko. 
 
 As they were preparing to start home, 
 Medlicot explained that it had struck him 
 by degrees that Heathcote might be right 
 in regard to Nokes, and that he had deter- 
 mined 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 Medlicot and his 
 foreman^ had watched him. 
 
 " Yes," said he, in answer to a question 
 from Heathcote; " I can swear that I saw 
 
The Btcs/i Fight. 241 
 
 him witli the lighted torch in his hand, and 
 that he placed it among the grass. There 
 were two others from Boolabong with him, 
 and they must have seen him too." 
 
 B 
 
242 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 HAEEY HEATHCOTE RETURNS IN TRIUMPH. 
 
 When the figlit was quite over, and Heath- 
 cote' s party had returned to their horses, 
 Medlicot 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 com- 
 plaint. 
 
 " This," said he, as he settled himself in 
 his saddle, '^ is my first Christmas Day in 
 Australia. I landed early in January, and 
 
Heathcote 7^eturns in trunnph, 243 
 
 last year I was on my way home to fetch 
 my mother." 
 
 ''It's not much Hke an English Christ- 
 mas," said Harry. 
 
 '' ISTor yet as in Hanover/' said the 
 German. 
 
 '' It's Cork you should go to, or Galway, 
 bedad, if you want to see Christmas kep' 
 after the ould fashion," said Mickey. 
 
 " I think we used to do it pretty well in 
 Cumberland," said Medlicot. " There are 
 things which can't be transplanted. They 
 may 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 we can," Harry 
 pleaded. '' I've seen a great pudding come 
 into the room all afire — just to remind one 
 of the old country — when it has been so 
 
 R 2 
 
244 Har^y Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 liot tliat one could hardly bear a sliirt on 
 one's shoulders. But yet there's some- 
 thing 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." 
 
 Medlicot declared that the pain did not 
 trouble him much. 
 
 " They'd have ridden over us, only for 
 you," continued Harry. 
 
 " My word ! wouldn't they ?" said Jacko, 
 who was very proud of his own part in the 
 battle. '' I say, Mr. Medlicot, did you see 
 Bos and his horse part company ? You 
 did, Mr. Harry. Didn't he fly like a bird, 
 all in among the bushes ? I owed Bos one — - 
 I did, my word ! — and now I've paid him." 
 
Heathcote returns in irmmph. 245 
 
 " I saw^ it," said Harrj. '' He was 
 riding at me as hard as he could come. I 
 can't understand BoscobeL l^okes is a slj, 
 bad, slinging fellow, whom I never liked. 
 But I was always good to Bos ; and when 
 he cheated me, as he did, about his time, I 
 never even threatened to stop his money." 
 
 " You told 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 are 
 not to dare to tell him of it ! What would 
 you think of me, Karl, if I were to find you 
 out and was to be afraid of speaking to 
 you, lest you should turn against me and 
 burn my fences ?" 
 
 Karl Bender shrugged his shoulders, 
 holding his reins up to his eyes. 
 
246 Harry Heathcote of Gaiigoil. 
 
 " I know wliat you ought to think ! 
 And I "wisli that every man about Gangoil 
 should be sure that I will always say what 
 I think riofht. I don't know that I ever 
 was hard upon any man. I try not to be." 
 
 " Thrue for you, Mr. Harry," said the 
 Irishman. 
 
 "I'm not going to pick my words because 
 men hke N^okes and Boscobel have the 
 power of injuring me. I'm not going to 
 truckle to rascals because I'm afraid of 
 them. I'd sooner be burned out of 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 
 
Heathcote rehirns in triumph. 247 
 
 what I say. As long as I'm master of 
 Gangoil I'll be master, and wlien I come 
 across a swindle I'll tell the man who does 
 it he's a swindler. T told Bos to his face; 
 but I didn't tell anybody else, and I 
 shouldn't if he'd taken it right and mended 
 his ways." 
 
 They all understood him very well — the 
 German, the Irishman, Medlicot's foreman, 
 Medlicot 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 masther should be the masther, no 
 doubt," said the Irishman. 
 
 "A man that is a man vill not sell hisself 
 body and soul," said the German slowly. 
 
 ''Do I want dominion over your soul, 
 
248 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Karl Bender?" asked the squatter with 
 energy. "You know I don't, nor 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 Medlicot. 
 *' I'm always a good listener when men have 
 something really to say." 
 
 '' Well, then — I've something to say," 
 cried Harry. " There never was a man 
 came to my house whom I'd sooner see as a 
 Christmas guest than yourself." 
 
 " Thankee, sir." 
 
 "It's more than I could have said yester- 
 day with truth." 
 
 " It's more than you did say." 
 
Heathcote returns in triumph, 249 
 
 " Yes, bj George ! But you've beat me 
 now. AYlien you're hard pressed for bands 
 down yonder, you send for me and see if I 
 won't turn tbe mill for you — or hoe canes 
 either." 
 
 " So '11 I — my word, yes ! — -just for my 
 rations." 
 
 They had by this time reached the Gan- 
 goil fence, having taken the directest route 
 for the house. But Harry in doing this had 
 not been unmindful of the fire. HadMed- 
 licot not been wounded he would have taken 
 the party somewhat out of the way, down 
 southwards, following the flames ; but 
 Medlicot's condition had made him feel 
 that he would not be justified in doing so. 
 ]^ow, however, it occurred to him, that he 
 mio'ht as well ride a mile or two down the 
 fence, and see what injury had been done. 
 
250 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 The escort of the men would be sufficient 
 to take MedHcot 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 learii 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. JSTeyertheless, tired as 
 as he was, he could not bear the idea of 
 going home without knowing the whole 
 story. So he made his proposal. Medlicot, 
 of course, made no objection. Each of the 
 men offered to go "wdth 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." 
 
Heathcote returns in trmmph. 251 
 
 So he went alone. 
 
 The "words that he had uttered among 
 his men had not been lightly spoken. He 
 had begun to perceive that life would be 
 very hard to him in his |)resent position, or 
 perhaps altogether impossible, as long as he 
 was at enmity with, all 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 Brownbies. " You needn't 
 ask them to your house, or go to them — 
 but just soft-sawder them when you meet," 
 an old fyentleman had said to him. He 
 certainly hadn't taken the old gentleman's 
 advice — thinkino; that to '' soft-sawder " so 
 great a reprobate as Jerry Brownbie would 
 be holding a candle to the devil. But his 
 own plan had hardly answered. Well, he 
 
252 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 was sure at any rate of this — tliat lie 
 could do no good now by endeavouring to 
 be civil to the Brownbies. 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 con- 
 tinuing 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 upwards against the 
 wind ; but to the south the fire was travel- 
 ling 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 
 
Heathcote 7'ettcrns in trhtinph. 253 
 
 destroyed, and tliat he could now leave in 
 security, as the wind was bloT\ang 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 eisfht 
 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 
 
2 54 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Ms back was broad enougli to bear them ; 
 but bis desolation among enemies oppressed 
 bim. MedHcot, however, was no longer an 
 enemy. Then there came across his mind 
 for the first time an idea that Medlicot 
 might marry his sister-in-law, and become 
 his fast friend. If he conld have but one 
 true friend he thought that he could bear 
 the enmity of all the Brownbies. Hitherto 
 he had been entirely alone in his anxiety. 
 It was between three and . four when he 
 reached Gangoil, 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 
 
Heathcote retu^nis in triumph. 255 
 
 was Harry's custom on such occasions to 
 ride up to the little gate close to the 
 verandah, and there to hang his bridle till 
 some one 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. Medlicot 
 from the mill had come with a bone broken, 
 and it was their duty to nurse him till a 
 doctor could be procured from Mary- 
 borough. Now, Maryborough was thirty 
 miles distant. Some one must be despatched 
 at once. Jacko volunteered, but in such a 
 service Jacko was hardly to be trusted. 
 He might fall asleep on his horse and con- 
 tinue his slumbers on the ground. Mickey 
 and the German both offered ; but the 
 men were so beaten by their work that 
 
256 Hamy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Heatlicote did not dare to take tlieir 
 offer. 
 
 " I'll tell you what it is, Mary," lie said 
 to his wife, "" there is 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." 
 
 " Get 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 owe 
 him 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'll lead Colonel" — 
 Colonel was another horse well esteemed at 
 Gangoil. " Jackson will come quicker on 
 him than on any animal he can get at 
 
Heathcote retitriis in triumph. 257 
 
 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 some- 
 times disposed to think we might have dis- 
 pensed with art. In the bush, where doctors 
 cannot be had, bones will set themselves; 
 and when doctors do come, but come slowly, 
 the broken bones suit themselves to such 
 tardiness. Medlicot was brous^ht 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 sick 
 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 to the door, 
 and asked whether she should relieve her 
 
 s 
 
258 Hm^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 sister. Medlicot was asleep, and it was 
 agreed tliat Kate should remain in the 
 verandah, and look in from time to time, 
 to see whether the wounded man required 
 aught at her hands. She looked in 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 any- 
 thing for everybody." When «^e words 
 were spoken she felt that they were not as 
 complimentary as she would have wished. 
 " You were to have come to-day, 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 Gangoil sooner 
 
Heathcote ret2iriis irt triumph. 259 
 
 than lie could the mill. You are better 
 here, and we will send for Mrs. Medlicot as 
 soon as the men have had a rest. How 
 was it all, Mr. Medlicot ? Harry says that 
 there was a fight, and that you came in 
 just at the nick of time, and that but for 
 you all the run would have been burned." 
 
 " Not that at alL" 
 
 " He said so ; only 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 I You were in the middle 
 of the fire, were you not?" It suited 
 Kate's feelings that Medlicot 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, 
 
 s 2 
 
26o Ha7'ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 these men from Boolabong came upon you. 
 Oh, Mr. Medlicot, we shall be so very, very 
 wretched if you are much hurt ! My sister 
 is so unhappy about it." 
 
 " It's only my collar-bone, Miss Daly." 
 
 " But that is so dreadful." 
 
 She was still thinkino- of the one word 
 
 o 
 
 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 
 ouo^ht to mean the same thins^. Perhaps it 
 had meant nothing ? She had heard that 
 young men do say things which mean 
 nothing. But to her, living in the solitude 
 of Gangoil, the one word had been so much ! 
 Her heart had melted with absolute ac- 
 knowledged love when the man had been 
 brouo^ht throuQ^h into the house with all the 
 added attraction of a broken bone. While 
 
Heathcote returns in trininph. 261 
 
 her sister had watcliecl, slie 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 re- 
 strain her. But it was her duty; and, of 
 course, a man with a 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." 
 
 ''Bat you are happy ?" 
 
 '' Oh, yes, quite happy — except when 
 Harry is disturbed by these troubles. 1 
 don't think anybody has so many troubles 
 
262 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 as a squatter. It sometimes seems that all 
 tlie world is agrainst him." 
 
 "We shall be allies now, at any 
 rate." 
 
 "Oh, I do so hope we shall !" said Kate, 
 putting her hands together in her energy, 
 and then retreating from her energy with 
 sad awkwardness when she remembered the 
 personal application of her wish. " That 
 is, I mean you and Harry," she added in a 
 whisper. 
 
 " Why not I and others besides Harry ?" 
 
 "It is so much to 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." - 
 
Heathcote retiLrns in triumph, 263 
 
 " 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 in that waj^?" 
 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. Medlicot ; but you 
 are 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 in- 
 
264 Harry Heathcote of Ga^igoil. 
 
 stantlj. The liand slie had touched be- 
 longed to the arm that was not hurt, and 
 he put it out after her, and caught her by 
 the sleeve as she was retreating. *'0h, Mr. 
 MedHcot, 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 Gangoil. 
 
 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 Heathcotes 
 had concurred with the doctor in asserting: 
 that no proposition could be more absurd. 
 He had intended to eat his Christmas dinner 
 at Gangoil, and he must now pass his entire 
 Christmas there. 
 
Hcathcote retnrns in U^himph. 265 
 
 " The sugar can go on very well for ten 
 days," Harry liad said ; " I'll go over myself 
 and see about the men, and I'll fetch your 
 mother oyer." 
 
 To this, however, Mrs. Heathcote had 
 demurred successfully. " You'll kill your- 
 self, Harry, if you go on like this," she 
 said. Bender, therefore, was sent in the 
 buggy for the old lady, and at last Harry 
 Heathcote 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 am very 
 glad I went into Maryborough," he said to 
 his wife, rising up from his pillow. " I've 
 sworn an information against JSTokes and 
 two of the Brownbies, and the police will 
 be after them this afternoon. They won't 
 catch Nokes, and they can't convict the 
 
266 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 other fellows. But it will be something to 
 clear tlie country of such a fellow, and 
 something also to let them know that de- 
 tection is possible." 
 
 " Do 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 wake 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 quick- 
 ness of apprehension, reminded herself 
 that the same idea had occurred to her some 
 time ago. Mrs. Heathcote gave her hus- 
 band full credit for more than ordinary 
 intelligence in reference to affairs apper- 
 taining to the breeding of sheep and the 
 
Heathcote rehirns in triumph. 267 
 
 growing of wool, but she did not think 
 highly of his discernment in such an 
 affair as this. She herself had been much 
 quicker. When she first saw Mr. Med- 
 licot she had felt it a God-send that such 
 a man, with the look of a gentleman, and 
 unmarried, should come into the neigh- 
 bourhood; 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 anxious 
 enough on behalf of Kate. And when a 
 young man did come, who might make 
 matters so pleasant for them, Harry quar- 
 
268 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 relied with, him because lie was a free- 
 selector ! 
 
 "A free fiddlestick!" slie had once said 
 to Kate — not, however, communicating to 
 her innocent sister the ambition which was 
 already filling her own bosom. '' Harry 
 does take things up so, as though people 
 weren't to live, some in one way and some 
 in another ! As far as I can see, Mr. Med- 
 licot is a very nice fellow." 
 
 Kate had remarked 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 thous^h it were all his own ! 
 
Heathcote returns in triwnph. 269 
 
 " I never like to tliink inucli of these 
 things beforehand," she said innocently. 
 
 " I don't know about thinking," said 
 Harry; "but a girl might do worse. If 
 it 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 Gangoil at about 
 three in the afternoon on their way from 
 Maryborough to Boolabong, in order that 
 they might take Mr. Medlicot's deposition. 
 After Heathcote' s departure it had oc- 
 curred to Sergeant Forrest, of the police— 
 and the suggestion, having been trans- 
 ferred from the sergeant to the stipendiary 
 
2 70 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 magistrate, was now produced witli magis- 
 terial sanction — that after all there was no 
 evidence against tlie Brownbies. They 
 had simply interfered to prevent the burn- 
 ing of the grass on their own run, and 
 who could say that they had committed 
 any crime by doing so ? If Medlicot had 
 seen J^okes with a lighted branch in his 
 hand, the matter might be different with 
 him; and therefore Medlicot's deposition 
 was taken. He had sworn that he had 
 seen Nokes drag his lighted torch along 
 the ground ; he had also seen other horse- 
 men — two or three, as he thought — but 
 could not identify them. Jacko's deposi- 
 tion was also taken as to the man who had 
 been heard and seen in the wool-shed at 
 night. Jacko was ready to swear point 
 blank that the man was Nokes. The 
 
Heathcote rehirns in triumph. 271 
 
 policemen 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 Jacko was not sroinsr to 
 be taught what sort of oath he should 
 swear. " My word ! " he said. " Didn't 
 I see his leg move ? You go away ! " 
 
 Armed with these depositions, the two 
 constables went on to Boolabono: in search 
 of l^okes, and of ISTokes onlv, much to the 
 chagrin of Harry, who declared that the 
 police would never really bestir themselves 
 in a squatter's cause. " As for Nokes, 
 he'll be out of Queensland by this time 
 to-morrow." 
 
272 Ha7^ry Heathcote of Gangotl. 
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 SERGEANT EOREEST. 
 
 The Brownbie party returned, after their 
 midniglit raid, in great discomfiture to Boo- 
 labong. Their leader, Jerry, was burned 
 about his hands and face in a disagree- 
 able and unsightly manner ; Joe had hardly 
 made good that character for " fighting 
 it out to the end," for which he was apt 
 to claim credit ; Boscobel was altogether 
 disconcerted by his fall ; and Nokes, who 
 had certainly shown no aptitude for the 
 fray, was abused by them all as having 
 
Sergeant Forrest. 273 
 
 caused tlieir retreat by liis cowardice; 
 while Sing- Sing, tlie runaway cook, wTio 
 knew tliat tie had forfeited his wages at 
 Gangoil, was forced to turn over in his 
 heathenish mind the ill-effects of joining 
 the losing side. '' You big fool. Bos," he 
 said more than once to his friend the 
 woodsman, who had lured him away from 
 the comforts of Gangoil. '' I'll punch your 
 head, John, if you don't hold your row," 
 Boscobel would reply. But Sing- Sing 
 went on with his reproaches, and, before 
 they had reached Boolabong, Boscobel had 
 punched the Chinaman's head. 
 
 "You're not coming in here," Jerry said 
 to Nokes, when they reached the yard 
 gate. 
 
 " Who wants to come in ? I suppose 
 you're not going to send a fellow on with- 
 
 T 
 
2 74 Harry Heathcote of Ga7igoiL 
 
 out a bit of grub after sucli 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 harbouring him here. Georgie, 
 you'll go too, if you take my advice. 
 That young cur will send the police 
 here as sure as my name is Brownbie, 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 Nokes and he vanished away 
 into the bush together — as such men do 
 
Sergeant Forrest. 275 
 
 vanish — wandering fortli to live as tlie 
 wild beasts live. It was still a dark 
 niglit when thej went, and the remain- 
 der 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 ah^eady been 
 at Gangoil, 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, and much more pictu- 
 resque. They leisurely tied their horses up, 
 as though they had been in the habit of 
 making weekly visits to the place, and 
 walked round to the verandah. 
 
 '' Well, Mr. Brownbie, and how are 
 
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276 Hariy Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 you?" said the sergeant to tlie old 
 man. 
 
 The head of the family was gracious, 
 and declared himself to be pretty well, 
 considering all things. He called the ser- 
 geant by his name, ^ and asked the men 
 whether they'd take a bit 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 
 siofn known of thorouo-h 2:00 d breedino^. 
 The sergeant said that he didn't mind if he 
 did; and the other man, of course, followed 
 his officer's example. 
 
 So far everything was comfortable, and 
 the constables seemed in no hurry to al- 
 lude to disagreeable subjects. They con- 
 descended to eat a bit of cold meat before 
 
Sei^geant Fo7n^est. 277 
 
 they proceeded to business. And at last 
 the matter to be discussed was first intro- 
 duced by one of the Brownbie family. 
 
 '' I suppose you've heard that there was 
 a scrimmasfe here last nis^ht ? " said Joe. 
 
 The Brownbie party present consisted 
 of the old man, Joe and Jack Brownbie, 
 and Boscobel — Jerry keeping himself in 
 the backo^round because of his disfisfure- 
 ment. The sergeant, as he swallowed his 
 food, acknowledged that he had heard 
 somethino; about it. 
 
 "And that's what brings you here?" 
 continued Joe. 
 
 " There ain't nothing wrong here," said 
 old Brownbie. 
 
 '' I hope not, Mr. Brownbie," said the 
 sergeant. " I hope not. We haven't got 
 anything against you, at any rate." 
 
278 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Sergeant Forrest was a graduate of 
 Oxford, tlie son of an Englisli 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 thirty-five, 
 enjoyed life thoroughly as a sergeant of 
 the colonial police. 
 
 " You haven't got anything against any- 
 body 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 go to Gangoil." 
 
 " Hold your tongue. Jack ! " said his 
 brother. " Sergeant 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 ; 
 
Sergeant Forrest. 2 79 
 
 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 
 truth, except that the little circumstance of 
 the origin of the fire was not explained. 
 Both Boscobel and Joe had seen the torch 
 put down, but it could hardly have been 
 expected that they should have been ex- 
 plicit as to such a detail as that. J^or did 
 they mention the names of either their 
 brother George or Nokes. 
 
 " And who was there in the matter ? " 
 asked the sergeant. 
 
 '' There was young Heathcote, and a boy 
 he has got there, and the two chaps as he 
 calls boundary-riders, and Medlicot, the 
 sugar fellow from the mill, and a chap 
 of Medlicot' s I never set eyes on before. 
 
2 8o Hiwry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 They must have expected something to be 
 up, or Heathcote would not have been 
 going about at night with a 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 - 
 Boscobel. Georgie 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, eh ? " 
 
 Of course, they all knew that the ser- 
 geant knew that Nokes had been mth 
 them. 
 
 " Well, then, that wasn't all," said old 
 Brownbie. " Bill JSTokes was here, whom 
 Heathcote dismissed ever so long ago. 
 And that Chinese cook of his. He dis- 
 
Serzeant Fo7'-rest. 281 
 
 missed him too, I suppose. And he dis- 
 missed Boscobel here." 
 
 " No one can live at Gangoil any time," 
 said Jack. '' Everybody knows that. He 
 wants to be lord a'mighty over everything; 
 but he ain't going to be lord a'mighty 
 at Boolabong." 
 
 *' And he ain't going to burn our grass 
 either," said Joe. " It's like his impu- 
 dence coming on to our run and burn- 
 ing everything before him. He calls his- 
 self a magistrate, but he's not to do 
 just as he pleases because he's a magis- 
 trate. I suppose we can swear against 
 him for lighting our grass, sergeant ? 
 There isn't one of us that didn't see 
 him do it." 
 
 " And where is Nokes ? " asked the 
 sergeant, paying no attention to the appli- 
 
282 Hairy Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 cation made by Mr. Brownbie, juniorj for 
 redress to himself. 
 
 "Well," said Joe, '' Nokes isn't any- 
 where about Boolabong." 
 
 " He's away with, yom^ 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 swinsf for it." 
 
 " Then why isn't young Heathcote to 
 swing ? " demanded Jack. 
 
 " There is such a thing as intent, you 
 know. When Heathcote lighted the tire, 
 where would the tire have gone if he hadn't 
 kept putting it out as fast as he kept light- 
 ing it ? On to his own run ; not to yours. 
 And where would the other fire have gone 
 which somebody lit, and which nobody put 
 out, if he hadn't been there to stop it ? 
 
Sergeant Forrest. 283 
 
 The less you say against Heatlicote tlie 
 better. So I^okes is off, is lie ? " 
 
 " He ain't here, anyways," said Joe. 
 " When the row was over we wouldn'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 fight was." 
 
 So the two policemen, with the two 
 young Brownbies, rode away, leaving Bos- 
 cobel with the old man. 
 
 " He knows eyerything about it," said 
 old Brownbie. 
 
 " If he do," said Boscobel, " it ain't no 
 odds." 
 
 " Not a ha'porth of odds," said Jerry, 
 coming out of his hiding-place. " Who 
 cares what he knows ? A man may do 
 
284 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 wliat he pleases on liis own run, I sup- 
 pose?" 
 
 " He mayn't light a fire as '11 spread," 
 said the old man. 
 
 " Bother ! "Who's to prove what's in a 
 man's mind ? If I'd been Nokes 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 w^orld 
 to back him." 
 
 Sergeant Forrest inspected the ground 
 on which the fire had raged, 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 
 that had been made to stop it. He did 
 not in the least doubt the way in which 
 
Sergeant Forrest. 285 
 
 it liad been lit; but lie did very mucli 
 doubt wlietlier a jury could find Nokes 
 guilty, even if lie could catcli Nokes. 
 Jacko's evidence was vrorth nothing, and 
 Mr. Medlicot might be easily mistaken as 
 to what he had seen at a distance in the 
 middle of the nio'ht. 
 
 All this happened on Christmas Day. 
 At about nine o'clock the same evenino; 
 the two constables reappeared at Gangoil, 
 and asked for hospitality for the night. 
 This was a matter of course, and also the 
 reproduction of the Christmas dinner. 
 Mrs. Medlicot was now there ; and her 
 son, with his collar-bone set, had been 
 allowed to come out on to the verandah. 
 The house had already been supposed to 
 be full ; but room, as a matter of course, 
 was made for Sergeant Forrest and his man. 
 
286 Ha7ny Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 " It's a queer sort of Christmas we've 
 all been liaving, Mr. Heathcote," said tlie 
 sergeant, as the remnant of a real English 
 plum-pudcling was put between him and 
 his man by Mrs. Growler. 
 
 " A little hotter than it is at home, eh ?" 
 
 " Indeed it is. You must have had it 
 hot last nigkt, sir ?" 
 
 '' Very hot, sergeant. We had to work 
 uncommonly hard to do it as well as we 
 did." 
 
 " It was not a nice Christmas game, sir, 
 was it?" 
 
 " Eh, me !" said Mrs. Medlicot. " There's 
 nae Christmas games or ony games here at 
 all, except just worrying and harrying, like 
 sae many dogs at each others' throats." 
 
 " And you think nothing more can be 
 done ?" Harry asked. 
 
Sei^gean t Foi^resL 287 
 
 '' I don't tliink we sliall catch tlie men. 
 "WTien they get out backwards 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 police by this time to-morrow. 
 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 Bos- 
 cobel a yard." 
 
 " He won't stir, sir. He belongs to this | 
 country, and does not want to leave it. \ 
 And when a thins^ has been tried like that 
 and has failed, the fellows don't try it ; 
 again. They are cowed like by their own 
 failure. I don't think you need fear fire ; 
 from the Boolabono; side ao^ain this \ 
 summer." 
 
 After this the sergeant and his man dis- 
 
288 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 creetly allowed tliemselves to be put to 
 bed in the back cottage ; for, in truth, 
 when they arrived, things had come to such 
 a pass at Gangoil that the two additional 
 visitors were hardly welcome. But hos- 
 pitality in the bush can be stayed by 
 no such considerations as that. Let their 
 employments or enjoyments 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 Gangoil, 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, 
 
Sergeant Forrest. 289 
 
 or sleeping on the ground, till they become 
 as desolate and savage as solitary animals. 
 And at last tliey die in the bush, creeping, 
 we may suppose, into hidden nooks as the 
 beasts do when the hour of death comes on 
 them. 
 
 U 
 
290 Har7y Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 CONCLUSION. 
 
 The constables had started from Gangoil 
 on tlieir way to Boolabong a little after 
 four, and from tliat time till lie was made 
 to get out of bed for liis dinner Harry 
 Heatlicote was allowed to sleep. He had 
 riclily earned liis rest by liis work; and 
 lie 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 ser- 
 
Conclusion. 291 
 
 vants, 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 six- 
 pence a pound. His wife from time to 
 time came into the room, shading the 
 light from his eyes, protecting him from 
 the flies, and administering in her soft way 
 to what she thouo^ht mio;ht be his comforts, 
 
 CD O 
 
 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. Medlicot 
 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 
 
 IT 2 
 
292 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 expressing her thankfiilness that lie should 
 have turned up in the forest so exactly at 
 the proper moment — evidently taking part 
 in the conviction that her Giles had saved 
 Gangoil 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 re- 
 member — Kate at any rate remembered 
 well — that just as the doctor had arrived 
 to set his broken bone, Mr. Medlicot, dis- 
 abled as he was, had attempted to take her 
 by the arm. He had certainly chosen an 
 
Cojichision. 293 
 
 odd time for a declaration of love, just at 
 the moment in which he ought to have 
 been preparing himself for the manipula- 
 tion 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 Eng- 
 lish girl living in a town — or even in what 
 we 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 -^v-ithin fifty miles — no possible 
 
294 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 lover or future husband, unless Heaven 
 should interfere almost with a miracle. 
 I To those to whom lovers are as plentiful 
 as blackberries it may seem indelicate to 
 1 surmise that the thought of such a want 
 ^ should ever enter a girl's head. I doubt 
 whether the 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 over his 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 Heathcote. 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 
 
Conchision. ' 295 
 
 begun to fancy tliat a house of lier own 
 and a husband of her own would be essen- 
 tial to her happiness. But then a man 
 cannot be expected to make an offer with 
 a broken collar-bone — 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 Medlicot was, according to in- 
 structions, sitting out on the verandah in 
 an arm-chair, and his mother was with 
 him, and Avhile Harry was sleepmg 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 
 ladies' hands were by no means empty. 
 The Christmas dinner was in course of 
 preparation, and Sing-Sing, that villanous 
 Chinese cook, had absconded. ^ Mrs. 
 
296 Harry Heathcote of Ga7igoil. 
 
 Growler, no doubt, did her best; but Mrs. 
 Growler was old and slow, and the house 
 was full of guests. It was by no means an 
 idle time, but still Kate found an oppor- 
 tunity 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 patri- 
 archal pastoral manliness ; but she knew 
 enough of human nature to be aware that 
 the " him " of the moment to her sister 
 was no longer her own husband. 
 
 " I think he has 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 
 
Conclusion. 297 
 
 Harry will feel that. He used, you know, 
 to — to — ^tliat is, not just to like liim, be- 
 cause he is a free-selector." 
 
 " 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 somethino; like a neio'hbour. Don't 
 you think so ?" 
 
 '' It depends on who the neighbours are. 
 I don't care much for the Brownbies." 
 
 '' They are quite different, Mary." 
 
 " I like the Medlicots 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 
 
298 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Mr. Medlicot as a brotlier-in-law, if things 
 should turn out that way." 
 
 " I didn't mean that, Mary." 
 
 *' Did you not ? Well, you can mean i 
 if you please, as far as I am concerned. 
 Has he said anything to you, dear ?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "JSTot 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 morn- 
 ing." 
 
 "I dare say he meant it; and if he 
 meant it this morning, he won't have for- 
 gotten his meaning to-morrow." 
 
 " There's no reason why he should mean 
 it, you know." 
 
 " None in the least, Kate, is there?" 
 
CoiicliLsion. 299 
 
 " Now you're laughing at me, Maiy. I 
 never used to laugli 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, for your sake." 
 
 '' But he does so despise free-selectors ! 
 And then he used to think that Mr. Med- 
 licot was quite as bad as the Brownbies. I 
 wouldn't marry any one to be despised by 
 you and Harry." 
 
 " That's all gone by, my dear," said the 
 wife, feeling that she had to apologize for 
 
300 Hai^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 her husband's prejudices. " Of course one 
 has to find out what people are before one 
 takes them to one's bosom. Mr. Medlicot 
 has acted in the most friendly way about 
 these fires, and I'm sure Harry will 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. Medlicot 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. Growler came 
 into the kitchen, and Kate's promises and 
 
Conchision, 301 
 
 lier sister's cautions were for tlie moment 
 silenced. 
 
 " How we're to manage to get the 
 dinner on tlie table I for one don't know 
 at all," said Mrs. Growler. " There's Mr. 
 Bates '11 be here ; that will be six of 'em ; 
 and that Mr. Medlicot will want somebody 
 to do everything for him, because he's 
 been and got hisself smashed. And there's 
 the old lady has just come out from home, 
 and is as particular as anything. And 
 Mr. Harry himself never thinks of things 
 at all. One pair of hands, and 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 insig- 
 nificant in accordance with the aspirations 
 
302 Ha7^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 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 aught in the banquet be astray. 
 There must not be a rose-leaf ruffled; a 
 failure in the attendance, a falling- 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 
 whisky toddy, and will change their own 
 plates, and clear their own table, and think 
 nothing wrong, if from the beginning such 
 has been the intention of the giver of the 
 feast. In spite of Mrs. Growler's prognos- 
 tications, though the cook had absconded, 
 and the chief guest of the occasion could 
 
Coiichision. 30; 
 
 not cut up his own meat, that Christmas 
 dinner at Gangoil 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. Medlicot," 
 he said, when Mrs. Growler and Kate 
 between them had taken away the rehcs 
 of the plum-pudding. " Our friends at 
 home !" 
 
 The poor lady drank the toast with a sob. 
 *' That's vera weel for you, Mr. Heath- 
 cote. You're young, and will win your 
 way hame, and see auld freends again, nae 
 doubt ; but I'll never see ane of them mair. 
 
304 Hai^ry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 except those I have here." ISTevertlieless, 
 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 
 verandah. 
 
 Soon after dinner, Heathcote, as was his 
 wont, 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 lap, sat talking to Mrs. 
 Medlicot in the parlour. Such was not 
 her custom in weather such as this. Kate 
 had been sent out on to the verandah, with 
 special commands to attend to the wants 
 of the sufferer, and Mrs. Heathcote would 
 have followed her had she not remembered 
 her sister's appeal, " I did everything I 
 could for you." In those happy days Kate 
 
Conclusion, 305 
 
 had been very good, and certainly deserved 
 requital for lier services. And, therefore, 
 when the men had gone out, Mrs. Heath- 
 cote 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 verandah. Poor Mrs. 
 MedHcot was new to the ways of the bush, 
 and fell into the trap ; and 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 fol- 
 lowed her, she felt herself 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 ; 
 
3o6 Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 Would lie 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 bj 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. 
 Medlicot. It seems almost a wonder that 
 
Conclusion. 307 
 
 you shouldn't have to be in bed, and you 
 witli your collar-bone broken only last 
 night. I don't know how you can bear it 
 as you do." 
 
 '' I shall be so glad I broke it, if one 
 thing will come 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. Dearest 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 
 vrere only 23roper for her to declare herself, 
 
 X 2 
 
3o8 Harry Heathcote of GangoiL 
 
 slie could swear witli a safe conscience tliat 
 slie loved him better tlian all tlie 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. Stoop down, Kate, 
 and kiss me if you love me." 
 
 She hesitated for a moment, 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 
 
Conclusion. 309 
 
 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 verandah, 
 followed by the two policemen, who had 
 just returned from Boolabong. She was 
 sure that Harry had seen her, and was by 
 no means sure that she had been quick 
 enough in escaping from her lover's hand 
 to have been unnoticed by the policemen 
 also. She fled away as though guilty, and 
 could hardly recover herself sufficiently to 
 assist Mrs. Growler in producing the addi- 
 tional 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-in-law had been standing, 
 
3 1 o Harry Heathcote of Gangoil. 
 
 would, liad it been possible, have restored 
 t]ie lovers to their old positions ; but they 
 were all now on the verandah, and it was 
 impossible. Kate hung back, half in and 
 half out of the sitting-room, and old Mrs. 
 Medlicot had seated herself close to her 
 son. Harry was lying at full length on a 
 ruof and his wife was sitting^ over him. 
 Then Giles Medlicot, who was not quite 
 contented with the present condition of 
 affairs, made a little speech. 
 
 " Mrs. Heathcote," he said, '' I have 
 asked your sister to marry me." 
 
 " Dearie me, Giles ! " said Mrs. Medlicot. 
 
 Kate remained no long^er half in and 
 half out of the parlour, but retreated alto- 
 gether and hid herself. Harry turned 
 himself over on the rug, and looked up 
 at his wife, claiming infinite credit in that 
 
Conclusion. 3 1 1 
 
 lie had foreseen tliat sucli a thino^ mig^lit 
 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," rephed 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 Nokes." 
 
 "I was wrong about Xokes," said Med- 
 licot, " and have, therefore, had my collar- 
 bone broken. As to the land, you'll forgive 
 
312 Harry Heathcoie of Gangoil. 
 
 mj having it if Kate will come and live 
 there?" 
 
 " By George ! I should tMnk so. Kate, 
 why don't you come out ? Come along, 
 my girl ! Medlicot 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 court- 
 ship was lost by the publicity with which 
 she was forced to confess her love. 
 
 "Will you go, Kate, and make sugar 
 down at the mill ? I have often thought 
 how bad it would be for Mary and me 
 when you were taken away ; but we shan't 
 mind it so much if we know that you are 
 to be near us." 
 
 " Speak to him, Kate," said Mrs. Heath- 
 
Conclusiojt. 313 
 
 cote, with her arm round her sister's 
 waist. 
 
 " I think she's minded to have him," 
 said Mrs. Medlicot. 
 
 "Tell me, Kate— shall it be so?" 
 pleaded the lover. 
 
 She came up to him, and leaned over 
 him, and whispered one word which no- 
 body 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 ask- 
 ing when the policemen interrupted them. 
 
 '' That's what I call a happy Christmas," 
 said Harry, as the party finally parted for 
 the night. 
 
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