"They'll mortify by morrow mornin'," says he, "and then he'll die easy." So with that he goes back with the first light next day, to Simmons.

Sure enough, the poor fellow did get a bit easier next day, and I felt clear mad to think he was goin' to die before my very eyes.

"Not if I can help it!" I cries, quite savage like.

But he only smiled a patient smile, and said, "God's will be done, mate.

He knows best, and I aint in any pain to speak of, now." "By and bye I hears a rumbling and a creaking, and cracking of whips; and when I looks out, what do I see but the bullock-dray from Simmons' coming up the flat.