If I'd ever reason to believe that you loved another man and wanted to go off with him--you might go--I wouldn't put out a hand to stop you.

And then....' 'And then ?' She had grown very white.
'Well, I think I'd make another notch in my gun first--and it would be a previous one--for myself that time.' 'No, you wouldn't, Colin.

Because you know I shouldn't be worth it--and you are not the man to funk.' 'I'm not.

But where YOU come in--Good Lord! Mate! What would there be left for me to live for ?' Her heart thrilled to the old term of endearment, to which in their early honeymoon days she had attached a sentimental value.

Of late it had fallen into disuse, and when she had heard him on occasions greet the foreman, may be of some stray party of drivers or surveyors with the bush formula: 'Good day, mate!' she had felt with deep aggrievement that she no longer desired the appellative.