We went at a great pace; lizards and goannas scampered out of the way in dozens, and, clambering trees, eyed us unblinkingly as we pa.s.sed. Did we see a person or vehicle a tiny speck ahead of us--in a short time they were as far away in the background.
"Please, uncle, let me drive," I requested.
"Couldn"t now. Your grannie can"t sit in the back-seat--neither could I--and look like a tame c.o.c.katoo while you sat in front. You ask Harry to let you drive him. I bet he"ll consent; he"s sure to be in a sulky with a spare seat on spec. We"re sure to overtake him in a few minutes."
There was a vehicle in the distance which proved to be from Five-Bob Downs, but as we overhauled it, it was the drag, and not a sulky. Harold occupied the driver"s seat, and the other occupants were all ladies. I noticed the one beside him was wearing a very big hat, all ruffles, flowers, and plumes.
"Shall I pull up and get you a seat?" inquired uncle Jay-Jay.
"No, no, no."
The boss of Five-Bob drew to his side of the road, and when we had pa.s.sed uncle began to tease:
"Got faint-hearted, did you? The flower-garden on that woman"s hat corked your chances altogether. Never mind, don"t you funk; I"ll see that you have a fair show. I"ll get you a regular cart-wheel next time I go to town, and we"ll trim it up with some of old Barney"s tail. If that won"t fetch him, I"m sure nothing will."
Before we got to the racecourse Barney went lame through getting a stone in his hoof; this caused a delay which enabled the Five-Bob trap to catch us, and we pulled rein a little distance apart at the same time, to alight.
Mr Beecham"s groom went to his horses" heads while Harold himself a.s.sisted his carriageful of ladies to set foot on the ground. Aunt Helen and grannie went to talk to them, but I stayed with uncle Jay-Jay while he took the horses out. Somehow I was feeling very disappointed. I had expected Harold Beecham to be alone. He had attended on me so absolutely everywhere I had met him lately, that I had unconsciously grown to look upon him as mine exclusively; and now, seeing he would belong to his own party of ladies for the day, things promised to be somewhat flat without him.
"I told that devil of a Joe to be sure and turn up as soon as I arrived.
I wanted him to water the horses, but I can"t see him anywhere--the infernal, crawling, doosed idiot!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed uncle Julius.
"Never mind, uncle, let him have his holiday. I suppose he"d like to have time to spoon with his girl. I can easily water the horses."
"That would suit Joe, I have no doubt; but I don"t pay him to let you water the horses. I"ll water "em myself."
He led one animal, I took the other, and we went in the direction of water a few hundred yards away.
"You run along to your grannie and the rest of them, and I"ll go by myself," said uncle, but I kept on with the horse.
"You mustn"t let a five-guinea hat destroy your hopes altogether," he continued, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "If you stick to your guns you have a better show than anyone to bag the boss of Five-Bob."
"I am at a loss to interpret your innuendo, Mr Bossier," I said stiffly.
"Now, little woman, you think you are very smart, but you can"t deceive me. I"ve seen the game you and Harry have been up to this last month. If it had been any other man, I would have restricted your capers long ago."
"Uncle--" I began.
"Now, Sybylla, none of your crammers. There is no harm in being a bit gone on Harry. It"s only natural, and just what I"d expect. I"ve known him since he was born, and he"s a good all-round fellow. His head is screwed on the right way, his heart is in the right place, and his principles are tip-top. He could give you fal-de-rals and rubbish to no end, and wouldn"t be stingy either. You"ll never get a better man. Don"t you be put out of the running so cheaply: hold your own and win, that"s my advice to you. There is nothing against him, only temper--old Nick himself isn"t a patch on him for temper."
"Temper!" I exclaimed. "He is always so quiet and pleasant."
"Yes, he controls it well. He"s a fellow with a will like iron, and that is what you want, as I find you have none of your own. But be careful of Harry Beecham in a temper. He is like a raging lion, and when his temper dies away is a sulking brute, which is the vilest of all tempers. But he is not vindictive, and is easy managed, if you don"t mind giving in and coaxing a little."
"Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry. Instead of wasting so much money on me in presents and other ways, I wish you would get me something to do, a profession that will last me all my life, so that I may be independent."
"No mistake, you"re a rum youngster. You can be my companion till further orders. That"s a profession that will last you a goodish while."
With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke.
I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o"clock. We sat on a log under a stringybark-tree and discussed the books we had read since last we met, and enjoyed ourselves so much that we quite forgot about the races or the flight of time until recalled from book-land by Harold Beecham"s voice.
"Excuse me, Miss Melvyn, but your grannie has commissioned me to find you as we want to have lunch, and it appears you are the only one who knows the run of some of the tucker bags."
"How do you do, Mr Beecham? Where are they going to have lunch?"
"Over in that clump of box-trees," he replied, pointing in the direction of a little rise at a good distance.
"How are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, looking straight at me.
"Treminjous intoirely, sor," I replied.
"I suppose you know the winner of every race," he remarked, quizzically watching Joe Archer, who was blushing and as uneasy as a schoolgirl when nabbed in the enjoyment of an illicit love-letter.
"Really, Mr Beecham, Mr Archer and I have been so interested in ourselves that we quite forgot there was such a thing as a race at all,"
I returned.
"You"d better see where old Boxer is. He might kick some of the other horses if you don"t keep a sharp look-out," he said, turning to his jackeroo.
"Ladies before gentlemen," I interposed. "I want Mr Archer to take me to grannie, then he can go and look after old Boxer."
"I"ll escort you," said Beecham.
"Thank you, but I have requested Mr Archer to do so."
"In that case, I beg your pardon, and will attend to Boxer while Joe does as you request."
Raising his hat he walked swiftly away with a curious expression on his usually pleasant face.
"By Jove, I"m in for it!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed my escort. "The boss doesn"t get that expression on his face for nothing. You take my tip for it, he felt inclined to seize me by the scruff of the neck and kick me from here to Yabtree."
"Go on!"
"It"s a fact. He did not believe in me not going to do his bidding immediately. He has a roaring derry on disobedience. Everyone has to obey him like winkie or they can take their beds up and trot off quick and lively."
"Mr Beecham has sufficient sense to see I was the cause of your disobedience," I replied.
"That"s where it is. He would not have cared had it been some other lady, but he gets mad if any one dares to monopolize you. I don"t know how you are going to manage him. He is a pretty hot member sometimes."
"Mr Archer, you presume! But throwing such empty banter aside, is Mr Beecham really bad-tempered?"
"Bad-tempered is a tame name for it. You should have seen the dust he raised the other day with old Benson. He just did perform."
I was always hearing of Harold Beecham"s temper, and wished I could see a little of it. He was always so imperturbably calm, and unfailingly good-tempered under the most trying circ.u.mstances, that I feared he had no emotions in him, and longed to stir him up.
Grannie greeted me with, "Sybylla, you are such a tiresome girl. I don"t know how you have packed these hampers, and we want to have lunch. Where on earth have you been?"
Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me warmly with a kiss, and presented me to her sister Sarah, who also embraced me. I went through an introduction to several ladies and gentlemen, greeted my acquaintances, and then set to work in dead earnest to get our provisions laid out--the Five-Bob Downs party had theirs in readiness. Needless to say, we were combining forces. I had my work completed when Mr Beecham appeared upon the scene with two young ladies. One was a bright-faced little brunette, and the other a tall light blonde, whom, on account of her much trimmed hat, I recognized as the lady who had been sitting on the box-seat of the Beecham drag that morning.