"Then it"s decided." (Sheila well knew that whethershe had or had not decided, he had; yet though dimly resentful, she was quite content when she looked into his quiet grey eyes.) "You see, Miss Carolan, it"s quite likely I may be able to go all the way with you to Minerva Downs, and therefore we ought not to miss travelling with the Commissioner as far as he goes. Sub-Inspector Lamington, of the Native Police, is also coming with us. He"s off on a wild goose--or rather, a wild n.i.g.g.e.r--chase after Sandy and Daylight and their myall friends. If, when we get to c.h.i.n.kie"s Flat, I find that I _must_ go with Charteris to the new rush, your friend d.i.c.k Scott and my own trusty black boy Jacky will take you on to Minerva Downs. You can travel with Lamington and his troopers part of the way after you leave c.h.i.n.kie"s. Take some light luggage on a pack-horse--the rest, I am sorry to say, will have to come on from here by bullock team. But it is not unlikely that I may be able to take you all the way."
"I am very, very grateful to you, Mr. Grainger," said Sheila. "I fear I am going to prove a great enc.u.mbrance to you."
"Oh, Ted is a dear old brother!" said Myra, patting his brown, sun-tanned hand affectionately.
After a walk along the beach as far as the small, rocky point, they returned to breakfast, and great was Mrs. Trappeme"s astonishment when Grainger informed her that he was leaving in a few hours.
"Not for long, I trust?" she said graciously, bearing in mind that he had told her he might remain for a week or two after Myra had left.
"I do not think I shall be in Townsville again for some months," he replied, as he handed her fourteen guineas. "This is for the week for my sister and for me."
"Thank you," said the lady, with a dignified bow--for she felt a little resentful at his not telling her more. Then she said with a sweet smile, "We will take good care of Miss Grainger. Either my daughters or I will be delighted to see her safely on board the steamer."
"Thank you; but Mr. Mallard will do that."
"Oh, indeed!" said the lady, with unmistakable disappointment in her voice, and then Grainger, without saying a word about Sheila, went to his room to pack, and talk to Mallard, who had not yet risen.
"I wonder if Mr. Mallard is leaving too now that his friend is going,"
anxiously said Juliette a few minutes later.
"If he does I shall insist upon having the ful six guineas," remarked her mother angrily. "No, on second thoughts I won"t _ask_ for it.
Whether he leaves or not, I may find him very useful. I quite mean to ask him to every day publish a "list of guests at "Magnetic Villa."""
"Miss Carolan wud like to see yez, mum, if ye are dishengaged," said Mary, entering the room.
Sheila was in the drawing-room, and thither Mrs. Trappeme sailed.
"I shall be leaving Townsville to-day, I find," she said politely.
"Would it be inconvenient for you to have my luggage sent to Hanran & Co., who will store it for me until I need it?"
Mrs. Trappeme"s curiosity was intense, but she remembered Mrs. Wooler"s experience of the previous evening--and feared. And then she had had the girl"s money in advance.
"Oh, I am so sorry you are going," she said, with a would-be motherly smile. "Of course I will send it anywhere you wish--but why not leave it here in my care?" And then she could not resist asking one question: "Are you going to Minerva Downs, Miss Carolan, may I ask?"
"Yes; I am going there."
"What a dreadfully long journey for you! Does it not alarm you? And you are surely not travelling alone?"
"Oh, no; I am fortunate in having quite a large escort. Will you send the luggage down as soon as possible, Mrs. Trappeme?"
"Certainly," replied the lady--this time with a stiff bow; for she was now inwardly raging at not having learnt more. Then she went off to tell Juliette this new development.
At ten o"clock, after Mallard had breakfasted, he and Grainger (the latter bidding Mrs. and the Misses Trappeme a polite goodbye) went away, and shortly after d.i.c.k Scott appeared, leading a pack-horse. He took off the empty bags, and marched up to the front door.
"Mr. Grainger has sent these to Miss Caroline, miss," he said to Lilla Trappeme, "and will you please ask her to put her things into "em and I"ll wait?"
Myra helped Sheila pack some clothing, rugs, &c, into the bags, and Mary took them out to the burly d.i.c.k.
"By jingo! you"re the finest woman I"ve seen here yet," said he affably to the blushing Mary. "Now, will you tell Miss Caroline and Miss Grainger that I"ll be up with the horses in half an hour? Goodbye, bright eyes."
He returned within the time, riding his own horse and leading two others.
"Sidesaddles," said Juliette to her mother as they watched through the dining-room windows the big digger dismount and hang the horses" reins over the front gate.
As he strode across the lawn, they heard Mary"s voice in the hall. It sounded as if she were half crying.
"Goodbye, miss, and Hivin"s blessin" on ye; and may G.o.d sind ye a good husband."
A moment or two later she entered, wiping her eyes. "The ladies are goin", and wish to spake to yez," she said.
Mrs. Trappeme and her daughters rose, as Myra and Sheila, clad in their neatly-fitting habits, came into the room.
"I am going to accompany Miss Carolan and my brother for a few miles, Mrs. Trappeme, so I shall not be here for lunch," said Myra.
"Oh, indeed," said Mrs. Trappeme faintly; and then, with a pleasant smile from Myra, and a coldly polite bow from Sheila, they were gone.
Scott swung them up into their saddles, and in another minute they were descending the hill.
Mother and daughter looked at each other.
"So she"s going with Mr. Grainger," said Juliette, with an unpleasant twitch of her thin lips; "the--the little _cat!_ I"d like to see her fall off!"
"Never mind her--she"s gone now--and I have had six guineas from her,"
remarked her amiable mamma. "Now, if you are coming into Flinders Street with me, make haste, and don"t sit grizzling."
Poor Juliette! Poor Mrs. Lee-Trappeme! When they descended the hill and emerged out into Flinders Street, they found the side-path crowded with people, who were all gazing into the great yard of the Queen"s Hotel, from which was emerging a cavalcade. First came four people--the white-bearded Charteris with Myra, and Grainger with Sheila; after them a sergeant and six white police, and ten Native Police with carbines on thighs, and then d.i.c.k Scott and dark-faced Inspector Lamington; behind followed a troop of spare horses.
As they swung through the gates, the crowd cheered as Charteris gave the word, and the whole party went off at a sharp canter down the long, winding street.
CHAPTER XII ~ SHEILA BECOMES ONE OF A VERY "UNREFINED" CIRCLE
The night wind was soughing mournfully through the dark line of she-oaks fringing the banks of a small, swiftly-running creek, when Sheila was awakened by some one calling to her from outside the little tent in which she was sleeping. She sat up and looked out.
"Did you call me, Mr. Grainger?"
"Yes. There is a storm coming down from the ranges. Sorry to awaken you, but we want to make your tent more secure."
Aided by Scott, whose giant figure Sheila could scarcely discern--so dark was the night--Grainger soon had the tent prepared to resist the storm. As they worked, there came such an appalling thunderclap that it shook the ground beneath her, and for some minutes she was unable to hear even the droning roar of the rain-laden tornado that came tearing down from the mountains, snapping off the branches of the gum-trees, bending low the pliant boles of the moaning she-oaks, and lifting the waters of the creek up in sheets.
A hand touched her face in the Cimmerian darkness, and d.i.c.k Scott"s voice (he was shouting with all the strength of his mighty lungs) seemed to whisper--
"Lie down, miss; lie down, and don"t be afeerd. The tent will stand, as we are pretty well sheltered here, and------"
Another fearful thunderclap cut short his words, and she instinctively clutched his hand. She was used to terrific thunderstorms in New South Wales, but she had neyer heard anything so awful as this--it seemed as if the heavens had burst.
"Where is Mr. Grainger?" she asked, putting her lips to d.i.c.k"s ear and speaking loudly.