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and worse and his head got hotter, and he kept on with all kinds of nonsense, screeching out that he was going to be hung and they were waiting to take him away, but if he could get the old mare heā€™d be all right; besides a lot of mixed-up things about cattle and horses that we didnā€™t know the right of.

Starlight said he was delirious, and that if he hadnā€™t someone to nurse him heā€™d die as sure as fate. We couldnā€™t be always staying with him, and didnā€™t understand what was to be done much. We didnā€™t like to let him lie there and die, so at long last we made up our minds to see if we could get Aileen over to nurse him for a few weeks.

Well, we scribbled a bit of a letter and sent Warrigal off with it. Wasnā€™t it dangerous for him? Not a bit of it. He could go anywhere all over the whole country, and no trooper of them all could manage to put the bracelets on him. The way heā€™d work it would be to leave his horse a good way the other side of George Storefieldā€™s, and to make up as a regular blackfellow. He could do that first-rate, and talk their lingo, too, just like one of themselves. Gin or blackfellow, it was all the same to Warrigal. He could make himself as black as soot, and go barefooted with a blanket or a ā€™possum rug round him and beg for siccapence, and nobodyā€™d ever bowl him out. He took us in once at the diggings; Jim chucked him a shilling, and told him to go away and not come bothering near us.

So away Warrigal went, and we knew heā€™d get through somehow. He was one of those chaps that always does what theyā€™re told, and never comes back and says they canā€™t do it, or theyā€™ve lost their horse, or canā€™t find the way, or theyā€™d changed their mind, or something.

No; once heā€™d started there was no fear of him not scoring somehow or other. Whatever Starlight told him to do, day or night, foul weather or fair, afoot or on horseback, that thing was done if Warrigal was alive to do it.

What weā€™d written to Aileen was telling her that father was that bad we hardly thought heā€™d pull through, and that if she wanted to save his life she must come to the Hollow and nurse him.

How to get her over was not the easiest thing in the world, but she could ride away on her old pony without anybody thinking but she was going to fetch up the cows, and then cut straight up the gully to the old yard in the scrub on Nulla Mountain. One of us would meet her there with a fresh horse and bring her safe into the Hollow. If all went well she would be there in the afternoon on a certain day; anyhow weā€™d be there to meet her, come or no come.

She wouldnā€™t fail us, we were dead sure. She had suffered a lot by him and us too; but, like most women, the very moment anything happened to any of us, even to dad, everything flew out of her head, except that we were sick or sorry and wanted her help. Help, of course; wasnā€™t she willing to give that, and her rest and comfort, health, even life itself, to wear herself out, hand and foot, for anyone of her own family?

So poor Aileen made her way up all alone to the old scrub stockyard. Jim and I had ridden up to it pretty early (he wouldnā€™t stop behind) with a nice, well-bred little horse that had shone a bit at country races for her to ride on. We waited there a goodish while, we lying down and our horses hung up not far off for fear we might be jumped by the police at any time.

At last we sees the old ponyā€™s head coming bobbing along through the scrub along the worn-out cattle track, grown up as it was, and sure enough there was Aileen on him, with her gray riding skirt and an old felt hat on. Sheā€™d nothing with her; she was afraid to bring a haā€™porth of clothes or anything for fear they should any of ā€™em tumble that she was going a long way, and, perhaps, follow her up. So she had to hand that over to Warrigal, and trust to him to bring it on some way or other. We saw her before she saw us, and Jim gave a whistle just as he used to do when he was coming home late at night. She knew it at once, and a smile for a minute came over her pale face; such a sad sort of one it was too, as if she was wondering at herself that she could feel that pleased at anything.

Whatever thoughts was in her mind, she roused up the old pony, and came towards us quick as soon as she catches sight of us. In two seconds Jim had lifted her down in his strong arms, and was holding her off the ground and hugging her as if sheā€™d been a child. How the tears ran down her cheeks, though all the time she was kissing him with her arms round his neck; and me too, when I came up, just as if we were boys and girls again.

After a bit she wiped her eyes, and saidā ā€”

ā€œHowā€™s father?ā€

ā€œVery bad,ā€ I said; ā€œoff his head, and raving. Itā€™ll be a close thing with him. Hereā€™s your horse now, and a good one too. We must let the old pony go; heā€™ll make home fast enough.ā€

She patted his neck and we turned him loose. He slewed round and went away steady, picking a bit as he went. Heā€™d be home next day easy enough, and nobody the wiser where heā€™d been to.

Weā€™d brought a bit to

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