I don't want to be making roads from this old crib to the Hollow, only I thought you'd like one look at Dick.' 'We must do what's best, of course,' said poor Aileen; 'but it's hard--very hard on us.

It's mother I'm thinking of, you know.

If you knew how she always wakes up in the night, and calls for Dick, and cries when she wakes up, you'd try to comfort her a bit more, father.' 'Comfort her!' says dad; 'why, what can I do?
Don't I tell you if we stay about here we're shopped as safe as anything ever was?
Will that comfort her, or you either?
We're safe today because I've got telegraphs on the outside that the police can't pass without ringing the bell--in a way of speaking.

But you see to-morrow there'll be more than one lot here, and I want to be clean away before they come.' 'You know best,' says Aileen; 'but suppose they come here to-morrow morning at daylight, as they did last time, and bring a black tracker with them, won't he be able to follow up your track when you go away to-night ?' 'No, he won't; for this reason, we shall all ride different ways as soon as we leave here.

A good while before we get near the place where we all meet we shall find Warrigal on the look-out.