He would come home to breakfast about seven in the morning, very tired, but never owning that he was tired, and then sleep heavily for an hour or two in a chair.

After that he would go out again on the run, would sleep perhaps for another hour after dinner, and then would start for his night's patrol.

During this week he saw nothing of Medlicot, and never mentioned his name but once.

On that occasion his wife told him that during his absence Medlicot had been at the station.
"What brought him here ?" Harry asked, fiercely.
Mrs.Heathcote explained that he had called in a friendly way, and had said that if there were any fear of fire he would be happy himself to lend assistance.
Then the young squatter forgot himself in his wrath.

"Confound his hypocrisy!" said Harry, aloud.