CHAPTER XII.
CONCLUSION.
The constables had started from Gangoil, on their way to Boolabong, a little after four, and from that time till he was made to get out of bed for his dinner Harry Heathcote was allowed to sleep.

He had richly earned his rest by his work, and he lay motionless, without a sound, in the broad daylight, with his arm under his head, dreaming, no doubt, of some happy squatting land, in which there were no free-selectors, no fires, no rebellious servants, no floods, no droughts, no wild dogs to worry the lambs, no grass seeds to get into the fleeces, and in which the price of wool stood steady at two shillings and sixpence a pound.

His wife from time to time came into the room, shading the light from his eyes, protecting him from the flies, and administering in her soft way to what she thought might be his comforts.

His sleep was of the kind which no light, nor even flies, can interrupt.

Once or twice she stooped down and kissed his brow, but he was altogether unconscious of her caress.
During this time old Mrs.Medlicot arrived; but her coming did not awake the sleeper, though it was by no means made in silence.