CHAPTER XVI.
A JOKE ON THE OVERLANDERS "Help!" murmured Elfreda Briggs.
"The game constable!" repeated Lieutenant Wingate.

"Oh! Glad to know you, old man.

Glad to know you.

This is a genuine pleasure, I assure you.

How is business?
Are you arresting any game--rabbits, possums, or anything of that sort ?" went on Hippy jovially, to hide his real feelings.
Grace Harlowe laughed in a low tone.
"Ah may be.