But she was determined to go with him, and the argument ended in the only possible manner--she went.

She promised to do exactly what she was told, to keep out of the way if so ordered, and, above all, not to speak except when spoken to.
So off they went through the scrub on the track of the sheep, plain as print to the young bushman, though invisible to his companion.

They rode at a walk for the most part, for fear of being heard.

Now and again, when they could see for a good distance ahead, they let the horses canter; Hugh riding in front, she, like a damosel of old, in assumed submission a few lengths behind, and thoroughly enjoying the adventure.
Of course she could not keep silence long, and after a while she drew alongside, and whispered, "Do you think we shall catch them ?" "I hope so.

But it's a very curious thing; there has been a dog after these sheep--see, there's his track," pointing to foot-prints plainly marked in wet sand--"but no track of man or horse to be seen.