o think of such a girl being lost
before our eyes. 'No, I can't do that, but I'll TELEGRAPH.'

Chapter 10

Now Jim and I had had many a long talk together about what we should do
in case we wanted to signal to each other very pressing. We thought the
time might come some day when we might be near enough to sign, but not
to speak. So we hit upon one or two things a little out of the common.

The first idea was, in case of one wanting to give the other the office
that he was to look out his very brightest for danger, and not to trust
to what appeared to be the state of affairs, the sign was to hold up
your hat or cap straight over your head. If the danger threatened on the
left, to shift to that side. If it was very pressing and on the jump, as
it were, quite unexpected, and as bad as bad could be, the signalman was
to get up on the saddle with his knees and turn half round.

We could do this easy enough and a lot of circus tricks besides. How
had we learned them? Why, in the long days we had spent in the saddle
tailing the milkers and searching after lost horses for many a night.

As luck would have it Jim looked round to see how we were getting on,
and up went my cap. I could see him turn his head and keep watching
me when I put on the whole box and dice of the telegraph business. He
'dropped', I could see. He took up the brown horse, and made such a rush
to collar the mare that showed he intended to see for himself what the
danger was. The cross-grained jade! She was a well-bred wretch, and be
hanged to her! Went as if she wanted to win the Derby and gave Jim all
he knew to challenge her. We could see a line of timber just ahead of
her, and that Jim was riding for his life.

'By----! they'll both be over it,' said the young shearer. 'They can't
stop themselves at that pace, and they must be close up now.'

'He's neck and neck,' I said. 'Stick to her, Jim, old man!'

We were all close together now. Several of the men knew the place, and
the word had been passed round.

No one spoke for a few seconds. We saw the two horses rush up at top
speed to the very edge of the timber.

'By Jove! they're over. No! he's reaching for her rein. It's no use.
Now--now! She's saved! Oh, my God! they're both right. By the Lord, well
done! Hurrah! One cheer more for Jim Marston!'

. . . . .

It was all right. We saw Jim suddenly reach over as the horses were
going stride and stride; saw him lift Miss Falk