Later on, we'll decide what the end is to be.' He went out to the veranda carrying the key.

Bridget did not follow him.

She had no power either to resent or to compel him.

She sat waiting.

When, after about a quarter of an hour, he came back, she was still in the office as he had left her, seated by the rough table on which were the station log, the store book, and branding tallies.
He came in triumphantly, exhibiting the key.
'Harris wanted to take possession of this.