‘Twinty wan poun’ notes undther me head in the bolsther, an’ me too hurried an’ flurried to remimber ’em! Sure, it’s clane roond I am afther this noight, bad cess to it! But for Father Dennis’s wather—may glory be his bed whin his toime comes—it’s at the bottom wid the sheep and craturs I’d be afore now, so it is! May the saints above sind the blessed light an’ the masther wid a ship to us! Ochone! Miss Daisy, me darlin’, I knows it’s hard on ye too. An’ for ye too, sorr—God forgive me thinkin’ ye wasn’t quite so smart as ye moight be!’ And so she rambled on, unheeded by the lovers perched in the big fork above her. Dawn at last, bright and clear, with presently a brilliant sun. To his relief, Fortescue saw by the marks on the tree that the water was falling. By noon the raft was suspended high and dry. But still a lamentable procession of sheep and household _débris_, with an occasional horse or bullock, hurried along the swift central stream, at whose very verge a merciful Providence had arrested the raft. Presently Fortescue was lucky enough to secure a pumpkin out of the dozens floating about, and the three divided and ate it with an appetite. Slowly the shadows lengthened. Other tree tops, dishevelled and dirty with driftage, began to appear around them. The water was falling rapidly. But were they to pass another night there? Fortescue began to fear so, and was even setting about the construction of a platform out of the raft, when a loud ‘_Coo-ee-e-e!_’ made him start. ‘_Coo-ee-e-e!_’ in answer; and then a small boat pulled by two men came through the branches of the big tree. ‘Hoorar!’ shouted one. ‘We was afraid it was all up with yees! But where’s the Boss?’ ‘My father went to the out-station yesterday,’ replied Daisy. ‘Oh, then he’s right enough,’ said the man. ‘Bet your life, miss, he ain’t very far away this minute! He’s seed, afore now, what the “bit of a fresh” turned to. Hand us down the lady fust, guv’nor.’ But old Bridget, being lowest, and in a hurry, suddenly let herself drop fairly on the speaker’s shoulders, fetching him down, and nearly capsizing the boat. Then, to his infinite astonishment, she got her arms round his neck and hugged him, and would have served his mate the same way, but he sprang into the tree and avoided her. ‘Where are your waggons?’ asked Fortescue, as at last they pulled off.