When Sheila awakened she had to bid d**k Scott goodbye, for Lamington was taking him back to Chinkie's Flat.
"Goodbye, Miss Caroline. You an' the boss will pull along all right to Minerva Downs. And when I sees you again, I hope that------"
"Dry up, d**k," said Grainger, with assumed severity.
"Oh, I know it's all right, boss; isn't it, Miss Caroline?"
"Yes, Mr. Scott," said Sheila with a smile, as she put her little hand into his. "I don't think I shall stay very long at Minerva Downs, and I do think you will soon see me again."
"At Chinkie's Flat?"
"Yes, at Chinkie's Flat," said Grainger, as he put his arm round Sheila, and drew her to him. "Mr. Lamington is sending up a parson from the Bay to Minerva Downs."
"Boss," cried Scott, exultantly, "there's goin' to be a red, rosy, high
