out with a saw."

"It's a bad habit it's got into," Dan chuckled; then pointing vaguely
towards the thickly wooded long Reach, that lay a mile to the south of
the homestead, beyond the grassy plain, he "supposed the dining-room was
down there just now, with the rest of the House."

With fast-ebbing hopes I looked in dismay at the distant forest
undulating along the skyline, and the Maluka said sympathetically, "It's
only too true, little un'."

But Dan disapproved of spoken sympathy under trying circumstances. "It
keeps 'em from toeing the line" he believed; and fearing I was on the
point of showing the white feather he broke in with: "We'll have to keep
her toeing the line, Boss," and then pointed out that "things might be
worse." "In some countries there are no trees to cut down," he said.

"That's the style," he added, when I began to laugh in spite of my
disappointment, "We'll soon get you educated up to it."

But already the Sanguine Scot had found the bright side of the situation,
and reminded us that we were in the Land of Plenty of Time. "There's
time enough for everything in the Never-Never," he said. "She'll have
many a pleasant ride along the Reach choosing trees for timber. Catching
the hare's often the best part of the fun."

Mac's cheery optimism always carried all before it. Pleasant rides
through shady forest-ways seemed a fair recompense for a little delay;
and my spirits went up with a bound, to be dashed down again the next
moment by Dan.