miss
him."

* Stomach.

"All right, Jacky," and Grainger lay flat on the ground and brought his
rifle to his shoulder, "but don't miss your man."

"No fear of that, boss. I'm going to give it to Daylight between the
eyes. But let me drop him first."

"Right."

Daylight and Sandy were taken by their seconds to opposite sides of the
ring, and then, drawing their heads back and poising their spears, they
awaited each other's attack.

Then Jacky's Winchester cracked, and Daylight span round and fell dead,
and Sandy's spear flew high in air as a bullet took him fair in the
chest. And then the savage instinct to slay came upon and overwhelmed
Grainger, as well as his black boy, and shot after shot rang out and
laid low half a dozen of the sitting and expectant savages ere they
could recover from their surprise and flee.

Grainger rushed forward to Sheila and lifted her up.

A hysterical sob burst from her as she put her trembling hands out
towards him.

"Oh, I knew you would come! I knew you would come!" and then her eyes
closed, and she lay quiet in his arms.

* * * * *

That night, as Sheila, with tear-swollen eyes of gratitude to God for
her preservation, lay sleeping in the little tent, Grainger and the
ever-faithful Jacky sat smoking their pipes beside the recumbent figure
of burly Dick Scott, who, broken-legged as he was, had insisted upon
being taken outside and camping with them.

"Boss," he said, as he handed his pipe to Jacky to be filled, "this will
be suthin' for Mr. Mallard to put in the _Champion_, eh?"

"Yes, Dick, old son," and Grainger put his hand on the big man's
shoulder, with a kindly light shining in his quiet, grey eyes.
"I'll write and tell him all about it. And I'll tell him what a real,
downright, out-and-out 'white man' you are."

"Git out, boss," and the rough, bearded digger laughed childishly with
pleasure; "if I sees anythin' in the Champion about me, blow me but
I'm goin' back to Townsville, and I mean to spark that gal at 'Magnet
Villa'--she that was a-cryin' when Miss Caroline came away."

"Right you are, Dick. You have promised Jacky fifty pounds if he brought
Miss Carolan back--and you will give it to him. But you are one of the
'Ever Victorious' crowd, and don't want money, so I won't say any more
except that I'll give Mrs. Dick Scott five hundred sovereigns for a
wedding present. What is her present surna