CONTENTS

CHAPTER I
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‘Fresh Fields—and Pastures New’[1]
CHAPTER II
The First Camp[21]
CHAPTER III
The New Home[43]
CHAPTER IV
Mr. Henry O’Desmond of Badajos[59]
CHAPTER V
‘Called on by the County’[77]
CHAPTER VI
An Australian Yeoman[93]
CHAPTER VII
Tom Glendinning, Stock-rider[111]
CHAPTER VIII
Mr. William Rockley of Yass[125]
CHAPTER IX
Hubert Warleigh, Yr., of Warbrok[139]
CHAPTER X
A Provincial Carnival[149]
CHAPTER XI
Mr. Bob Clarke schools King of the Valley[161]
CHAPTER XII
Steeplechase Day[173]
CHAPTER XIII
Miss Vera Fane of Black Mountain[189]
CHAPTER XIV
The Duel[204]
CHAPTER XV
The Life Story of Tom Glendinning[220]
CHAPTER XVI
‘So we’ll all go a-hunting to-day’[238]
CHAPTER XVII
The First Meet of the Lake William Hunt Club[251]
CHAPTER XVIII
The Major discovers his Relative[265]
CHAPTER XIX
Black Thursday[282]
CHAPTER XX
An Unexpected Development[296]
CHAPTER XXI
A Green Hand[312]
CHAPTER XXII
Injun Sign[328]
CHAPTER XXIII
The Battle of Rocky Creek[339]
CHAPTER XXIV
Gyp’s Land[352]
CHAPTER XXV
Bob Clarke once more wins on the Post[366]
CHAPTER XXVI
The Return from Palestine[387]
CHAPTER XXVII
The Duel in the Snow[401]

CHAPTER I
‘FRESH FIELDS AND PASTURES NEW’

‘What letter are you holding in your hand all this time, my dear?’ said Captain Howard Effingham to his wife during a certain family council.

‘Really, I had almost forgotten it. A foreign postmark—I suppose it is from your friend Mr. Sternworth, in Australia or New Zealand.’

‘Sternworth lives in New South Wales, not New Zealand,’ returned he rather testily. ‘I have told you more than once that the two places are a thousand miles apart by sea. Yes! it is from old Harley. When he was chaplain to our regiment he was always hankering after a change from routine duty. Now he has got it with a vengeance. He was slightly eccentric, but a better fellow, a stauncher friend, never stepped.’

‘Don’t people go to Australia to make money?’ asked Rosamond Effingham, a girl of twenty, with ‘eldest daughter’ plainly inscribed upon her thoughtful features. ‘I saw in a newspaper that some one had come home after making a fortune, or it may have been that he died there and left it to his relatives.’

‘Sternworth has not made a fortune. He is not the man to want one. Still, he seems wonderfully contented and raves about the beauty of the climate and the progress of his colony.’

‘Let me read his letter out,’ pleaded the anxious wife softly, and, with a gesture of assent, the father and daughter sat expectant.