"He seems very satisfied with Mike's friend Wyatt. At the moment of
writing Wyatt is apparently incapacitated owing to a bullet in the
shoulder, but expects to be fit again shortly. That young man seems to
make things fairly lively wherever he is. I don't wonder he found a
public school too restricted a sphere for his energies."
"Has he been fighting a duel?" asked Marjory, interested.
"Bushrangers," said Phyllis.
"There aren't any bushrangers in Buenos Ayres," said Ella.
"How do you know?" said Phyllis clinchingly.
"Bush-ray, bush-ray, bush-ray," began Gladys Maud, conversationally,
through the bread-and-milk; but was headed off.
"He gives no details. Perhaps that letter on Mike's plate supplies
them. I see it comes from Buenos Ayres."
"I wish Mike would come and open it," said Marjory. "Shall I go and
hurry him up?"
The missing member of the family entered as she spoke.
"Buck up, Mike," she shouted. "There's a letter from Wyatt. He's been
wounded in a duel."
"With a bushranger," added Phyllis.
"Bush-ray," explained Gladys Maud.
"Is there?" said Mike. "Sorry I'm late."
He opened the letter and began to read.
"What does he say?" inquired Marjory. "Who was the duel with?"
"How many bushrangers were there?" asked Phyllis.
Mike read on.
"Good old Wyatt! He's shot a man.
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