of the waggonette, and sure he'll never know he's moving till
he's there."

"It may shake you up a bit," the doctor said, as Mrs. Burke left the
hut. "But I must get away to a case to-morrow, and the old man is as
much as any woman can look after. Do you think you can stand the drive?"

"I'd stand anything to get out of this place," Durham answered. "If you
think I can stand it, I'm satisfied."

"Oh, you're tough enough to stand anything," the doctor replied. "You
could not be alive to-day if you had not the constitution of a
steam-engine. They'd charge me with manslaughter down in one of the
cities, moving a man who had barely had a week's rest after a crack in
his skull; but we have to take things as they come in the bush, my lad,
and it's mostly rough at the best."

New life seemed already to have come to him, and when they had placed
him in the waggonette, lying comfortably on the pile of blankets Mrs.
Burke had spread, the wan weariness had gone and Durham smiled up into
the face that looked down on him with so much softness in the
dark-lashed eyes.

Overhead the sky was blue as turquoise, and the clear sunlit air fanned
him with a faint breeze redolent with the aromatic perfumes which float
through the atmosphere of the bush. The horses moved along at the
slowest pace they could manage beyond a walk, and the gentle sway of the
waggonette on its easy, old-fashioned springs lulled Durham into a
delightful sense of restfulness and content. Gradually his eyelids grew
heavy and drooped; peaceful, restful, he floated away into slumber as
easily as though he had been a child rocked in a cradle.

The sunlight had given place to the shade of evening when he opened his
eyes. The rhythmic beat of the horses' hoofs blended harmoniously with
the sway of the vehicle in which he was travelling, and the cool air was
filled with a delicious fragrance. He awakened with so keen a sense of
vitality that for the moment he forgot he was an invalid, and made an
effort to rise. But the strength he felt in his muscles was only the
trick of his imagination; he could barely lift his head.

But that was sufficient to show him that he was in the waggonette alone.
The seat where Mrs. Burke had been when his eyes closed was unoccupied.
He turned sufficiently to look at the box-seat. A figure loomed through
the dusk, but it seemed more sturdy than the withered frame of old
Patsy.

He made another effort to sit up. It was not entirely s