Warrigal's not a bad boy, but a good deal like a Rocky Mountain mule; he's no good unless he's knocked down about once a month or so, only he doesn't like any one but me to do it.' 'You'll see him about a mile on,' says father.

'He told me he'd be behind the big rock where the tree grows--on the left of the road.

He said he'd get you a fresh horse, so as he could take Rainbow back to the Hollow the long way round.' Sure enough after we'd just got well on the road again Warrigal comes quietly out from behind a big granite boulder and shows himself.

He was riding Bilbah, and leading a well-bred, good-looking chestnut.

He was one of the young ones out of the Hollow.