It so happened, however, that it conveyed nothing to her mind.

She had heard much about Considine, but not a word about Keogh, and the name "Margaret Donohoe" did not strike her half-asleep mind as referring to Peggy.

She put the paper away again in the camp-oven; then, feeling weary, she awoke Carew and lay down on the couch while he watched the patient.
Next morning the Doctor arrived with a trail of Red Mick's relations after him; among them they arranged to take him into Tarrong to be operated on, and Ellen Harriott and Carew drove back to Kuryong feeling as if they had known each other all their lives.
As they drove along she wondered idly which of Red Mick's innumerable relatives the paper referred to, and why Mick was so anxious about it; but by the time they arrived at home the matter passed from her mind, except that she remembered well enough what was written on the odd-looking little scrap.
"I will give you a certificate as a competent wardsman if ever you want one," she said to Carew as he helped her out of the buggy.

"I don't know what I'd have done without you." "You'd have managed somehow, I'll bet," he said, looking at the confident face before him.

"Quite a bit of fun, wasn't it?
I hope we have a few more excursions together." And she felt that she rather hoped so, too..