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She smiled bravely.
"Good-bye, Mary!"
"Good-bye, Harry!"
He led his horse through the rails and lifted them, with trembling hands, and shot them home. Another kiss across the top rail and he got on his horse. She mounted the lower rail, and he brought his horse close alongside the fence and stooped to kiss her again.
"Cheer up, Mary!" he said. "I'll tell you what I'll do--when I come back I'll whistle when I reach the Spur and you be here to let the sliprails down for me. I'll time myself to get here about sundown. I'll whistle `Willie Riley,' so you'll know it's me. Good-bye, little girl! I must go now. Don't fret--the time will soon go by."
He turned, swung his horse, and rode slowly down the track, turning now and again to wave his hand to her, with a farewell flourish of his hat as he rounded the Spur. His track, five hundred miles, or perhaps a thousand, into the great north-west; his time, six months, or perhaps a year. Hers a hundred yards or so back to the dusty, dreary drudgery of selection life. The daylight faded into starlight, the sidings grew very dim, and a faint white figure blurred against the bars of the slip-panel.
ACT II
It was the last day of the thres.h.i.+ng--shortly after New Year--at Rocky Rises. The green boughs, which had been lashed to the veranda-posts on Christmas Eve, had withered and been used for firewood. The travelling steamer had gone with its gang of men, and the family sat down to tea, the men tired with hard work and heat, and with p.r.i.c.kly heat and irritating wheaten chaff and dust under their clothes--and with s.m.u.t (for the crop had been a s.m.u.tty one) "up their brains" as Uncle Abel said--the women worn out with cooking for a big gang of shearers.
Good-humoured Aunt Emma--who was Uncle Abel's niece--recovered first, and started the conversation. There were one or two neighbours' wives who bad lent crockery and had come over to help with the cooking in their turns. Jim Carey's name came up incidentally, but was quickly dropped, for ill reports of Jim had come home. Then Aunt Emma mentioned Harry Dale, and glanced meaningly at Mary, whose face flamed as she bent over her plate.
"Never mind, Mary," said Aunt Emma, "it's nothing to be ashamed of. We were all girls once. There's many a girl would jump at Harry."
"Who says I'm ashamed?" said Mary, straightening up indignantly.
"Don't tease her, Emma," said Mrs Carey, mildly.
"I'll tell yer what," said young Tom Carey, frankly, "Mary got a letter from him to-day. I seen her reading it behind the house."
Mary's face flamed again and went down over her plate.
"Mary," said her mother, with sudden interest, "did Harry say anything of Jim?"
"No, mother," said Mary. "And that's why I didn't tell you about the letter."
There was a pause. Then Tommy said, with that delightful tact which usually characterizes young Tommies:
"Well, Mary needn't be so c.o.c.ky about Harry Dale, anyhow. I seen him New Year's Eve when we had the dance. I seen him after the dance liftin'
Bertha Buckolt onter her horse in the dark--as if she couldn't get on herself--she's big enough. I seen him lift her on, an' he took her right up an' lifted her right inter the saddle, 'stead of holdin' his hand for her to tread on like that new-chum jackaroo we had. An', what's more, I seen him hug her an' give her a kiss before he lifted her on. He told her he was as good as her brother."
"What did he mean by that, Tommy?" asked Mrs Porter, to break an awkward pause.
"How'm I ter know what he means?" said Tommy, politely.
"And, Tommy, I seen Harry Dale give young Tommy Carey a lick with a strap the day before New Year's Eve for throwing his sister's cat into the dam," said Aunt Emma, coming to poor Mary's rescue. "Never mind, Mary, my dear, he said goodbye to you last."
"No, _he didn't_!" roared Uncle Abel.
They were used to Uncle Abel's sudden bellowing, but it startled them this time.
"Why, Uncle Abel," cried both Aunt Emma and Mrs Carey, "whatever do you mean?"
"What I means is that I ain't a-goin' to have the feelin's of a niece of mine trifled with. What I means is that I seen Harry Dale with Bertha Buckolt on New Year's night after he left here. That's what I means--"
"Don't speak so loud, Abel, we're not deaf," interrupted Carey, as Mary started up white-faced. "What do you want to always shout for?"
"I speak loud because I want people to hear me!" roared Uncle Abel, turning on him.
"Go on, Uncle Abel," said Mary, "tell me what you mean."
"I mean," said Uncle Abel, lowering his voice a little, "that I seen Harry Dale and Bertha Buckolt at Buckolts' Gate that night--I seen it all--"
"At _Buckolts_' Gate!" cried Mary.
"_Yes_! at Buckolts' Gate! Ain't I speakin' loud enough?"
"And where were you?"
"Never mind wheers I was. I was comin' home along the ridges, and I seen them. I seen them say good-bye; I seen them hug an' kiss--"
"Uncle Abel!" exclaimed Aunt Emma.
"It's no use Uncle Abelin' me. What I sez I sez. I ain't a-goin' to have a niece of mine bungfoodled--"
"Uncle Abel," cried Mary, staring at him wild-eyed, "do be careful what you say. You must have made a mistake. Are you sure it was Bertha and Harry?"
"Am I sure my head's on me neck?" roared Uncle Abel. "Would I see 'em if I didn't see 'em? I tell you--"
"Now wait a moment, Uncle Abel," interrupted Mary, with dangerous calmness. "Listen to me. Harry Dale and I are engaged to be married, and--"
"Have you got the writings!" shouted Uncle Abel.
"The what?" said Mary.
"The writings."
"No, of course not."
"Then that's where you are," said Uncle Abel, triumphantly. "If you had the writings you could sue him for breach of contract."
Uncle Abel, who couldn't read, had no faith whatever in verbal agreements (he wouldn't sign one, he said), all others he referred to as "writings."
"Now, listen to me, Uncle Abel," said Mary, trembling now. "Are you sure you saw Harry Dale and Bertha Buckolt at Buckolts' Gate after he left here that night?"
"Yes. An' what's more, I seen young Tommy there ridin' on his pony along by the Spur a little while after, an' he muster seen them too, if he's got a tongue."
Mary turned quickly to her brother.
"Well, all I can say," said Tommy, quietened now, "is that I seen _her_ at Buckolts' Gate that night. I was comin' home from Two-Mile Flat, and I met Jim with his packhorse about a mile the other side of Buckolts', and while we was talkin' Harry Dale caught up, so I jist said 'So-long'
an' left 'em. And when I got to Buckolt's Gate I seen Bertha Buckolt.