after him in her dream with Bosun under her swinging and turning with
every movement of the bullocks, and finally heading him, wheeling him,
and galloping him back to the mob. Then another broke away, and Jim
shouted to her, across the paddock.

"Norah! Norah!"

She woke with a start. A voice was calling her name, hoarsely; she
groped for her dressing-gown and slippers, and ran to Geoffrey's room.
The nurse, also in her dressing-gown, was bending over the bed.

"You're quick," she said approvingly. "He only called you once. Take
this, now, sonnie."

"Norah!"

She bent down to him, taking the hot hand.

"I'm here, Geoff, old man. Take your medicine."

"All right," said Geoffrey. He gulped it down obediently and lay
back. "Will Mother come?"

"Very soon now," Norah said. "You know she had to be in London--just
for one night. She'll be back to-morrow."

"It's nearly to-morrow, now," the nurse said. "Not far off morning."

"That's nice!" the child said. "Stay with me, Norah."

"Of course I will, old man. Just shut your eyes and go to sleep; I
won't go away."

She knelt by his bed, patting him gently, until his deep breaths told
that sleep had come to him again. The nurse touched her shoulder and
pointed to the door; she got up softly and went out, looking through
her open window at the first streaks of dawn in the east. Her dream
was still vivid in her mind; even over her anxiety for the child in
her care came the thought of it, and the feeling that Jim was very
near now.

"Jim!" she whispered, gazing at the brightening sky.

In Germany, at that moment, two hunted men were facing dawn--running
wildly, in dread of the coming daylight. But of that Norah knew
nothing. The Jim she saw was the big, clean-limbed boy with whom she
had ridden so often at Billabong. It seemed to her that his laughing
face looked at her from the rose and gold of the eastern sky.

Then Geoffrey turned, and called to her, and she went to him swiftly.

*****

It was four days later.

"Mother." Geoffrey's voice was only a thread of sound now. "Will
Father come?"

"I have sent for him, little son. He will come if he can."

"That's nice. Where's Norah?"

"I'm here, sweetheart." Norah took the wasted hand in hers, holding
it gently. "Try to go to sleep."

"Don't go away," Geoffrey murmured. "I'm awful sleepy." He half
turned, nestling his head into his mother's arm. Across the bed the
mother's haggar