nd 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.

CHAPTER XXIII. HUGH GOES IN SEARCH.

Who does not remember the first exciting news of the great Grant v.
Grant will case? The leading Q.C.'s. watched eagerly for briefs; juniors
who held even the smallest briefs in connection with it patronised
their fellows, and explained to them intricate legal dodges which they
themselves had thought out and "pumped into" their learned leaders.
"Took me a doose of a time to get him to see it, but I think he has got
it at last," they used to say. The case looked like lasting for years,
for there would be appeals and counter-appeals, references, inquiries
and what not; and in getting ready for the first fight the lawyers on
each side worked like beavers.

Blake let it be known among the clans that he was going to fight the
case for Peggy, and that there was going to be a lawsuit such as the
most veteran campaigner of them all had never even dimly imagined--a
lawsuit with the happiness of a beautiful woman and the disposal of a
vast fortune at stake. Word was carried from selection to selection,
across trackless mountain-passes, and over dangerous river crossings,
until even Larry, the outermost Donohoe, heard the news in his rocky
fastness, miscalled a grazing lease, away in the gullies under the
shadows of Black Andrew mountain. By some mysterious means it even
rea