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a close second."
"I have not asked her yet, Dick."
"You ask her to-morrow, boss. You take my tip, or before you knows where you are some other fellow will be jumpin' your claim and gettin' her."
"I'll think of it, Dick."
"Don't think too long over it, boss. If it wos me, I'd see it through the first thing to-morrow momin'."
"You mind your own business, Mister Richard Scott," said Grainger, with a laugh.
"All right, boss; but what about them horses? That bay filly------"
"Go to sleep, you silly old ass."
* * * * *
At dawn Lamington and his Danites came splashing through the creek, and Grainger was aroused by a loud "Hallo!" as the swarthy-faced Inspector cantered up to the tent and dismounted.
"Well, here you are, Grainger. I know all that has happened. I rounded up the myalls outside the _boora_ ground, only half an hour after you had left, and one of the bucks--whom I dropped with a bullet through his thigh--told me what had occurred, when Sandy and Daylight were just about to fight. How is Miss Carolan?"
"Well. She is sleeping. Take a peg," and he handed Lamington his brandy flask.
The officer poured out a stiff nip, drank it off, and then pointed to one of his troopers, who had just dismounted, and was holding in his hand a heavy bundle, wrapped up in an ensanguined saddle-cloth.
"That's my L500, Grainger. I'll have to send those heads to Townsville for identification before I can claim the reward. Awfully smart of you to pot both of them."
"Lamington, you're a _beast_. Tell that nigger of yours to take that infernal bundle away and keep it out of sight, or, by heavens, you and I will quarrel."
Lamington, gentleman at heart, apologised: "I _am_ a beast, Grainger. I didn't think of Miss Carolan."
* * * * *
When Sheila awakened she had to bid Dick Scott goodbye, for Lamington was taking him back to Chinkie's Flat.
"Goodbye, Miss Caroline. You an' the boss will pull along all right to Minerva Downs. And when I sees you again, I hope that------"
"Dry up, Dick," said Grainger, with assumed severity.
"Oh, I know it's all right, boss; isn't it, Miss Caroline?"
"Yes, Mr. Scott," said Sheila with a smile, as she put her little hand into his. "I don't think I shall stay very long at Minerva Downs, and I do think you will soon see me again."
"At Chinkie's Flat?"
"Yes, at Chinkie's Flat," said Grainger, as he put his arm round Sheila, and drew her to him. "Mr. Lamington is sending up a parson from the Bay to Minerva Downs."
"Boss," cried Scott, exultantly, "there's goin' to be a red, rosy, high old time by and by at Chinkie's Flat."
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"I have not asked her yet, Dick."
"You ask her to-morrow, boss. You take my tip, or before you knows where you are some other fellow will be jumpin' your claim and gettin' her."
"I'll think of it, Dick."
"Don't think too long over it, boss. If it wos me, I'd see it through the first thing to-morrow momin'."
"You mind your own business, Mister Richard Scott," said Grainger, with a laugh.
"All right, boss; but what about them horses? That bay filly------"
"Go to sleep, you silly old ass."
* * * * *
At dawn Lamington and his Danites came splashing through the creek, and Grainger was aroused by a loud "Hallo!" as the swarthy-faced Inspector cantered up to the tent and dismounted.
"Well, here you are, Grainger. I know all that has happened. I rounded up the myalls outside the _boora_ ground, only half an hour after you had left, and one of the bucks--whom I dropped with a bullet through his thigh--told me what had occurred, when Sandy and Daylight were just about to fight. How is Miss Carolan?"
"Well. She is sleeping. Take a peg," and he handed Lamington his brandy flask.
The officer poured out a stiff nip, drank it off, and then pointed to one of his troopers, who had just dismounted, and was holding in his hand a heavy bundle, wrapped up in an ensanguined saddle-cloth.
"That's my L500, Grainger. I'll have to send those heads to Townsville for identification before I can claim the reward. Awfully smart of you to pot both of them."
"Lamington, you're a _beast_. Tell that nigger of yours to take that infernal bundle away and keep it out of sight, or, by heavens, you and I will quarrel."
Lamington, gentleman at heart, apologised: "I _am_ a beast, Grainger. I didn't think of Miss Carolan."
* * * * *
When Sheila awakened she had to bid Dick Scott goodbye, for Lamington was taking him back to Chinkie's Flat.
"Goodbye, Miss Caroline. You an' the boss will pull along all right to Minerva Downs. And when I sees you again, I hope that------"
"Dry up, Dick," said Grainger, with assumed severity.
"Oh, I know it's all right, boss; isn't it, Miss Caroline?"
"Yes, Mr. Scott," said Sheila with a smile, as she put her little hand into his. "I don't think I shall stay very long at Minerva Downs, and I do think you will soon see me again."
"At Chinkie's Flat?"
"Yes, at Chinkie's Flat," said Grainger, as he put his arm round Sheila, and drew her to him. "Mr. Lamington is sending up a parson from the Bay to Minerva Downs."
"Boss," cried Scott, exultantly, "there's goin' to be a red, rosy, high old time by and by at Chinkie's Flat."
THE END
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