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Updated: May 23, 2025
As he sat there a faint breeze that had risen with the approach of sunset, cooling his heated body he thought again about Moongarr Bill's letter. He looked at the great pyre in front, and caught the gleam of the lagoon below through the bare branches of the trees the little ripple on its surface, the freshening green at its marge. Then he gazed out over the vast plain towards the horizon.
He separated all such relics from the general lot, placing them, and also two or three packets of papers upon a shelf-table in the veranda it was that table where Lady Bridget had laid the cablegram from Lord Gaverick, which she had shown him the day before she had left Moongarr. Now it seemed to him an altar of sacred memories.
'Look sharp, Tommy, the cattle will be at the yard directly, and I've got my dinner to cook for the whole lot of them, seeing that some visitors aren't good enough for the house. The woman pointed her last sentence by a malicious glance at the mistress of Moongarr.
First thing I did was to reduce the staff and bar everything but bare necessaries I sent off the Chinamen and every spare hand. Ninnis and I and the stockman a first-rate chap, Moongarr Bill worked the run just the three of us. You can guess how we managed it. A Malay boy did cooky for the head-station. After Christmas I left Ninnis and Bill to look after the place.
I am sure that Bridget began to 'find herself' then, and that the way in which she left Moongarr was one of those shocks which make a woman touch reality. It may be only for that once in her life, but she can never be the same again. You have put your brand on your wife, Colin that is quite plain to me. She has changed inwardly more than outwardly.
Then the jolt in the dark over the sliprails, the slow strain of the wheels up the hill, the cracking of Moongarr Bill's stock-whip, and the sound of long drawn COO-EES. Also of dogs barking, of men running forward. Then how Colin had lifted her down and half carried her into the parlour. She remembered her dazed glance round and the rushing thought of how she could soften its ugliness.
Lady Bridget won Moongarr Bill's good favour instantly by the look in her eyes and the smile with which she answered him. 'I'm from Ireland, Moongarr Bill, and if we Irish know anything we know a good horse, and that's a beauty you're riding. 'Out of a Pitsford mare by a Royallieu colt, and there's not a finer breed in the Never-Never.
All that the afflicted one can do is to fly to hide himself beyond the sorcerer's ken and the reach of pursuit. For this reason, Wombo and Oola had fled back to Moongarr. No outside black dared venture within range of McKeith's gun. Now Wombo and Oola besought Bridget to hide them from the vengeful furies. There was that slab and bark hut at the end of the kitchen and store wing.
She realised in bewildered fashion, that Maule was gone out of her life at Moongarr, and connected the sound of his horses' departing feet with the thud of Sir Luke Tallant's hall door, when he had left her at the first interview which had led to their final quarrel. From that effort of memory she sank again into mental coma.
But I can't bear that you, whom I should have thought so well of have felt so much about should be making a mess of your life, and that I should not put out a hand to prevent it. Always your friend, It was a long time before Mrs Gildea received an answer to her letter. She had begun to despair of ever getting another line from Colin McKeith, when at last he wrote from Moongarr, six months later.
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