I was afraid at first, and Brookes dropped a few unpleasant hints about the way he said that you were making friends with him.

I am glad to see, however, that all this is at an end." "But, father--" began Nic, whose conscience was uneasy.
"No, no: I don't want to hear any explanation.

You will do your best, I know.

Now help me to pack my saddle-bags, all of you.

See to the gun and ammunition, Nic; hobbles for the horse, and what is necessary.
Hilda, my dear, haul the meal bags in, and see that we have plenty of flour, tea, and sugar for our ride, What's the matter, mamma dear ?" "I--I was thinking about the blacks," said Mrs Braydon nervously; and then, in an apologetic tone; "You made me speak, dear." "Yes, and I'm glad you have.