As they drove along she wondered idly which of Red Mick's innumerable
relatives the paper referred to, and why Mick was so anxious about
it; but by the time they arrived at home the matter passed from
her mind, except that she remembered well enough what was written
on the odd-looking little scrap.
"I will give you a certificate as a competent wardsman if ever you
want one," she said to Carew as he helped her out of the buggy. "I
don't know what I'd have done without you."
"You'd have managed somehow, I'll bet," he said, looking at the
confident face before him. "Quite a bit of fun, wasn't it? I hope
we have a few more excursions together."
And she felt that she rather hoped so, too.