But hard as he was--and Lady Bridget had learned that her husband could be very hard, he would never be inhuman, and, naturally, Oola's wound must be dressed.
Lady Bridget hurried them over the crossing and up the hill.

The white men were all out with the cattle.

She needed assistance, and seeing Mrs Hensor at the kitchen window of the Bachelors' Quarters, called to her.
'Please come out at once, I want you.' The woman's face became sullen on the instant.
'I can't come now.

I'm in the middle of my baking.' 'But don't you see?
The thing is important.

This poor gin has a spear through her arm--it must be attended to immediately.