"Is that Mr. Heathcote? Good-night, Mr. Heathcote. You are going
about at a late hour of the night."

"I have to go about early and late; but I ain't later than you."

"I'm close at home," said Medlicot.

"I am, at any rate, on my own run," said Harry.

"You mean to say that I am trespassing?" said the other; "because I
can very soon jump back over the fence."

"I didn't mean that at all, Mr. Medlicot; any body is welcome on my
run, night or day, who knows how to behave himself."

"I hope I'm included in that list."

"Just so; of course. Considering the state that every thing is in,
and all the damage that a fire would do, I rather wish that people
would be a little more careful about smoking."

"My canes, Mr. Heathcote, would burn quite as quickly as your grass."

"It is not only the grass. I've a hundred miles of fencing on the run
which is as dry as tinder, not to talk of the station and the wool-
shed."

"They sha'n't suffer from my neglect, Mr. Heathcote."

"You have men about who mayn't be so careful. The wind, such as it