"He is a disgrace to the station," said Mrs. Nuttall, her opinion of the savage being entirely altered, "and when we come into possession--"
"We come into possession, mamma!"
"Yes, my dear. We are your uncle's only relatives, and of course, shall come into the property. When we come into possession, that savage, whose personal appearance is positively indecent, shall not be allowed to remain here a day."
"I am glad he is gone with them," said Marian. "All the men on the Station have joined in the search, and I heard one of them say that Old Man Tommy could smell footsteps--"
"All he is fit for!" exclaimed Mrs. Nuttall.
"And would be certain to discover the tracks of the poor children. And they think Little Peter is lost as well, for they cannot find him anywhere. Uncle's gone, and papa, too."
"Mercy on me! Your papa gone! What does he know about the bush!"
"I don't know, mamma. He and uncle kissed me, and told me to tell you not to be frightened--"
"Frightened! at what, I should like to know?"
"As, perhaps, they would not come home until to-morrow."