She let Wombo out, and I locked the door of the hide-house again afterwards, and put the key back in your room.

It's all right--nothing can be found out till the morning.

They're safe in the scrub by now.' 'Well, I'm thankful for that at any rate,' he answered.

'But at this moment I cannot think of anything or anyone but you.

My dearest--I'm so afraid of your being ill--what can I do ?' 'Nothing.