"Tell me, or how can I help you ?" "Matter ?" she said.

"Listen.

The bushrangers are come down from the mountains, spreading ruin, murder, and destruction far and wide.

My husband is captain of the gang: and my son, my only son, whom I have loved better than my God, is gone with the rest to hunt them down--to seek, unknowing, his own father's life.

There is mischief beyond your mending, priest!" Beyond his mending, indeed.