In less than ten minutes, Harrington, with silent joy in his heart, was standing at the doorway, watching the descending torrents of rain--that rain which to his bushman's heart meant more than all the gold which lay beneath the earth. He had, as it first began to fall, rushed into his wife's bedroom, and kissed her and the terrified children.
"The rain has come, Myra, thank God," he said, and then he added quietly, "I have more good news for you in the morning."
Mrs. Harrington said she was quite aware of the rain having come--the disgusting noise of the thunder had made the children scream. Had Miss Alleyne come back? And brought the cows? His other good news could keep till the morning.
Harrington turned away from her with a feeling of dulled resentment. He knew what the girl had suf
