But perhaps it was the indifference to the ruin of the women belonging to him that Harry Heathcote felt the strongest.

The stranger cared nothing for the utter desolation which one unscrupulous ruffian might produce, felt no horror at the idea of a vast devastating fire, but could be indignant in his mock philanthropy because it was proposed to watch the doings of a scoundrel! "Good-morning," said Harry, turning round and leaving the office brusquely.

Medlicot followed him, but Harry went so quickly that not another word was spoken.

To him the idea of a neighbor in the bush refusing such assistance as he had asked was as terrible as to us is the thought of a ship at sea leaving another ship in distress.

He unhitched his horse from the fence, and galloped home as fast as the animal would carry him.
Medlicot, when he was left alone, took two or three turns about the mill, as though inspecting the work, but at every turn fixed his eyes for a few moments on Noke's face.