CHAPTER VII.
"I WISH YOU'D LIKE ME." All the Saturday night Heathcote had been on the run, and he did not return home to bed till nearly dawn on the Sunday morning.

At about noon prayers were read out on the veranda, the congregation consisting of Mrs.Heathcote and her sister, Mrs.Growler, and Jacko.
Harry himself was rather averse to this performance, intimating that Mrs.Growler, if she were so minded, could read the prayers for herself in the kitchen, and that, as regarded Jacko, they would be altogether thrown away.

But his wife had made a point of maintaining the practice, and he had of course yielded.

The service was not long, and when it was over Harry got into a chair and was soon asleep.

He had been in the saddle during sixteen hours of the previous day and night, and was entitled to be fatigued.