Angrily the old man turned tail, collided with Paliser, apologised furiously, damning him beneath his breath, damning Dunwoodie, damning the house committee, damning the club. "Are you to dine here?" Jones asked Ogston, who swore gently, declaring that, worse luck, he was due at his aunt's. "But you are," Jones told Lennox. "Come on and I'll make your hair stand on end."

So also did Cantillon and Ogston. But Paliser, who had nothing to say to them, accompanied Mrs. Austen. "It never happened to her before," she told him. "Where shall you sit? Here, by me?" In speaking she made room on the sofa and with amiable suspicion eyed him. "You hadn't said anything to her, had you?" Paliser shook his handsome head. "I wanted to." Pleasantly she invited it. "Yes?"

From one of the tables Ogston sauntered over and, noting that Jones and Lennox had not dressed, which he had, and very beautifully, remarked brilliantly: "You fellers aren't going to the opera, are you? It's the last night." It was another safe subject and Jones smiled falsely at him. "But you are, eh? Sit down." Ogston put a hand on the novelist's chair. "No. I'm off to a theatre-party.

Margaret's head was on his shoulder. She raised it. Her eyes had opened. She looked at him, at the arms that were about her. A shudder shook her. Verelst stretched a hand, Ogston another. With them, but otherwise without effort, she stood up. Cantillon exclaimed at her. "Right as rain again! I say, Miss Austen, you did give us a start!"

'The mutineers marched abreast. The tall form and horrid looks of Daaga were almost appalling. The looks of Ogston were sullen, calm, and determined; those of Coffin seemed to indicate resignation. 'At eight o'clock they arrived at the spot where three graves were dug; here their coffins were deposited.

The object of the dinner was achieved and achievement, however satisfactory, is fatiguing. "You too!" she successively exclaimed at Ogston and Cantillon. "And you also!" she exclaimed at Paliser, to whom, dropping her voice, she added: "If possible, remember me to him." As they went, Verelst surveyed her. He stood against the mantel, his back to the empty grate. Turning she saw him.

"How is my handsome friend to-day?" Verelst turned impatiently. "In no mood for jesting. I ought to have hurried him off. Now he is in jail." Jones lit a cigarette. "There are honest men everywhere, even in jail, perhaps particularly in jail. Whom has he, do you know?" "To defend him? Dunwoodie. Ogston told me. Ogston says " "I daresay he does. His remarks are always very poignant."

"But look here. Before the arrest was known, Ogston was in this room telling everybody that, last night, he gave Lennox a seat in Paliser's box. He will have to testify to it. He can't help himself." "Perhaps I can help him though. I was with Lennox at the time." "You were? That's awkward. You may have to corroborate him." "I certainly shall. I have the seat." "What?" "Lennox dropped the ticket.

Coffin allowed his to remain, but Ogston and Daaga pushed theirs up again. The former did this calmly; the latter showed great wrath, seeming to think himself insulted; and his deep metallic voice sounded in anger above that of the provost-marshal, as the latter gave the words "Ready! present!" But at this instant his vociferous daring forsook him.

The fire of the Africans produced little effect: they soon took to flight amid the woods which flanked the road. Twenty-eight of them were taken, amongst whom was the Yarraba chief, Ogston. Six had been killed, and six committed suicide by strangling and hanging themselves in the woods.