But since shearing troubles started we have no friends at all." "Well," she said, "I should like to have a look at those desperate neighbours I hear so much about.

Red Mick Donohoe rode past the other day on such a beautiful horse, and he opened the gate for us, and asked if he might come down to hear me sing.

Think of that, now." "Very well," he said.

"We'll go for a ride up that way to-morrow afternoon.

We might find Red Mick killing some of our sheep, and you can go into the box as the lady detective.