through without breaking the fence?"

"They've dug up four or five posts," he said, kicking over some red
earth with his foot, "laid that piece of fence flat on the ground,
driven the sheep over it, and then put the fence up again. No wonder
we are missing sheep! Two or three hundred have gone out here! Here's a
chance at last--the chance I've been waiting for all these years! What a
lucky thing we came here! And now, Miss Grant," he said, remounting, "we
won't have any jumping to-day. I'll have to follow these tracks till I
come on the sheep somewhere, if it's in Red Mick Donohoe's own yard. Do
you think you can find your way back to the homestead?"

"What for?"

"To tell them to send Poss and Binjie after me. I don't expect they've
gone home yet. I want a witness with me when I catch Red Mick with these
sheep, or else fifty of his clan will swear that he has been in bed for
six weeks, or something like that."

"Then," she said firmly, gathering up the reins in her daintily gloved
hands as she spoke, "I'm going with you. I'm just as good a witness as
Poss or Binjie."

"No, no, no," said Hugh, "that won't do. There may be a row. It's a
rough sort of place, and a rough lot of people. Now look here, Miss
Grant, oblige me and go home. The horse will take you straight back."

Her eyes glowed with excitement. "Please let me come," she said. "You
don't know how much I want to come. I'll do whatever you tell me!"

He argued and expostulated and entreated. He knew well enough there
was a good deal of risk in the matter, and he tried hard to make her go
back. But she was determined to go with him, and the argument ended in
the only possible manner--she went. She promised to do exactly what she
was told, to keep out of the way if so ordered, and, above all, not to
speak except when spoken to.

So off they went through the scrub on the track of the sheep, plain as
print to the young bushman, though invisible to his companion. They rode
at a walk for the most part, for fear of being heard. Now and again,
when they could see for a good distance ahead, they let the horses
canter; Hugh riding in front, she, like a damosel of old, in assumed
submission a few lengths behind, and thoroughly enjoying the adventure.

Of course she could not keep silence long, and after a while she drew
alongside, and whispered, "Do you think we shall catch them?"

"I hope so. But it's a very curious thing; there has been a dog after
these sheep-