Robbery Under Arms.........................................................................................................................................1

Rolf Boldrewood ......................................................................................................................................1

STARLIGHT AGAIN. ...................................................................................................................................234

I dedicate this `ower true tale' of the wilder aspects of Australian life to my old comrade R. Murray Smith,

late AgentGeneral in London for the colony of Victoria, with hearty thanks for the time and trouble he has

devoted to its publication. I trust it will do no discredit to the rising reputation of Australian romance. But

though presented in the guise of fiction, this chronicle of the Marston family must not be set down by the

reader as wholly fanciful or exaggerated. Much of the narrative is literally true, as can be verified by official

records. A lifelong residence in Australia may be accepted as a guarantee for fidelity as to local colour and

descriptive detail. I take this opportunity of acknowledging the prompt and liberal recognition of the tale by

the proprietors of the `Sydney Mail', but for which it might never have seen the light.

My name's Dick Marston, Sydneyside native. I'm twentynine years old, six feet in my stocking soles, and

thirteen stone weight. Pretty strong and active with it, so they say. I don't want to blow not here, any road

but it takes a good man to put me on my back, or stand up to me with the gloves, or the naked mauleys. I

can ride anything anything that ever was lapped in horsehide swim like a muskduck, and track like a

Myall blackfellow. Most things that a man can do I'm up to, and that's all about it. As I lift myself now I can

feel the muscle swell on my arm like a cricket ball, in spite of the well, in spite of everything.

The morning sun comes shining through the window bars; and ever since he was up have I been cursing the

daylight, cursing myself, and them that brought me into the world. Did I curse mother, and the hour I was

Why should I curse the day? Why do I lie here, groaning; yes, crying like a child, and beating my head

against the stone floor? I am not mad, though I am shut up in a cell. No. Better for me if I was. But it's all up

now; there's no get away this time; and I, Dick Marston, as strong as a bullock, as active as a rockwallaby,

chockfull of life and spirits and health, have been tried for bushranging robbery under arms they call it

and though the blood runs through my veins like the water in the mountain creeks, and every bit of bone

and sinew is as sound as the day I was born, I must die on the gallows this day month.

Die die yes, die; be strung up like a dog, as they say. I'm blessed if ever I did know of a dog being

hanged, though, if it comes to that, a shot or a bait generally makes an end of 'em in this country. Ha, ha! Did

I laugh? What a rum thing it is that a man should have a laugh in him when he's only got twentynine days

more to live a day for every year of my life. Well, laughing or crying, this is what it has come to at last.

All the drinking and recklessness; the flash talk and the idle ways; the merry crosscountry rides that we used

to have, night or day, it made no odds to us; every man well mounted, as like as not on a racehorse in training

taken out of his stable within the week; the sharp brushes with the police, when now and then a man was

wounded on each side, but no one killed. That came later on, worse luck. The jolly sprees we used to have in

the bush townships, where we chucked our money about like gentlemen, where all the girls had a smile and a

kind word for a lot of game upstanding chaps, that acted like men, if they did keep the road a little lively. Our

`bush telegraphs' were safe to let us know when the `traps' were closing in on us, and then why the coach

would be `stuck up' a hundred miles away, in a different direction, within twentyfour hours. Marston's gang

again! The police are in pursuit! That's what we'd see in the papers. We had 'em sent to us regular; besides

And now that chain rubbed a sore, curse it! all that racket's over. It's more than hard to die in this

settled, infernal, fixed sort of way, like a bullock in the killingyard, all ready to be `pithed'. I used to pity

them when I was a boy, walking round the yard, pushing their noses through the rails, trying for a likely place

to jump, stamping and pawing and roaring and knocking their heads against the heavy close rails, with misery

and rage in their eyes, till their time was up. Nobody told THEM beforehand, though!

Have I and the likes of me ever felt much the same, I wonder, shut up in a pen like this, with the rails up, and

not a place a rat could creep through, waiting till our killing time was come? The poor devils of steers have

never done anything but ramble off the run now and again, while we but it's too late to think of that. It IS

hard. There's no saying it isn't; no, nor thinking what a fool, what a blind, stupid, thundering idiot a fellow's

been, to laugh at the steady working life that would have helped him up, bit by bit, to a good farm, a good

wife, and innocent little kids about him, like that chap, George Storefield, that came to see me last week. He

was real rightdown sorry for me, I could tell, though Jim and I used to laugh at him, and call him a regular

old crawler of a milker's calf in the old days. The tears came into his eyes reg'lar like a woman as he gave my

hand a squeeze and turned his head away. We was little chaps together, you know. A man always feels that,

you know. And old George, he'll go back a fiftymile ride, but what's that on a good horse? He'll be late

home, but he can cross the rock ford the short way over the creek. I can see him turn his horse loose at the

gardengate, and walk through the quinces that lead up to the cottage, with his saddle on his arm. Can't I see

And his wife and the young 'uns 'll run out when they hear father's horse, and want to hear all the news. When

he goes in there's his meal tidy and decent waiting for him, while he tells them about the poor chap he's been

to see as is to be scragged next month. Ha! ha! what a rum joke it is, isn't it?

And then he'll go out in the verandah, with the roses growin' all over the posts and smellin' sweet in the cool

night air. After that he'll have his smoke, and sit there thinkin' about me, perhaps, and old days, and what not,

till all hours till his wife comes and fetches him in. And here I lie my God! why didn't they knock me

on the head when I was born, like a lamb in a dry season, or a blind puppy blind enough, God knows!

They do so in some countries, if the books say true, and what a hell of misery that must save some people

Well, it's done now, and there's no get away. I may as well make the best of it. A sergeant of police was shot

in our last scrimmage, and they must fit some one over that. It's only natural. He was rash, or Starlight would

never have dropped him that day. Not if he'd been sober either. We'd been drinking all night at that Willow

Tree shanty. Bad grog, too! When a man's half drunk he's fit for any devilment that comes before him. Drink!

How do you think a chap that's taken to the bush regularly turned out, I mean, with a price on his head,

and a fire burning in his heart night and day can stand his life if he don't drink? When he thinks of what he

might have been, and what he is! Why, nearly every man he meets is paid to run him down, or trap him some

way like a stray dog that's taken to sheepkillin'. He knows a score of men, and women too, that are only

looking out for a chance to sell his blood on the quiet and pouch the money. Do you think that makes a chap

mad and miserable, and tired of his life, or not? And if a drop of grog will take him right out of his wretched

self for a bit why shouldn't he drink? People don't know what they are talking about. Why, he is that

miserable that he wonders why he don't hang himself, and save the Government all the trouble; and if a few

nobblers make him feel as if he might have some good chances yet, and that it doesn't so much matter after

He does drink, of course; every miserable man, and a good many women as have something to fear or repent

of, drink. The worst of it is that too much of it brings on the `horrors', and then the devil, instead of giving

you a jog now and then, sends one of his imps to grin in your face and pull your heartstrings all day and all

night long. By George, I'm getting clever too clever, altogether, I think. If I could forget for one moment,

in the middle of all the nonsense, that I was to die on Thursday three weeks! die on Thursday three weeks!

die on Thursday! That's the way the time runs in my ears like a chime of bells. But it's all mere bosh I've been

reading these long six months I've been chained up here after I was committed for trial. When I came out

of the hospital after curing me of that wound for I was hit bad by that black tracker they gave me some

books to read for fear I'd go mad and cheat the hangman. I was always fond of reading, and many a night I've

read to poor old mother and Aileen before I left the old place. I was that weak and low, after I took the turn,

and I felt glad to get a book to take me away from sitting, staring, and blinking at nothing by the hour

together. It was all very well then; I was too weak to think much. But when I began to get well again I kept

always coming across something in the book that made me groan or cry out, as if some one had stuck a knife

in me. A dark chap did once through the ribs it didn't feel so bad, a little sharpish at first; why didn't he

aim a bit higher? He never was no good, even at that. As I was saying, there'd be something about a horse, or

the country, or the spring weather it's just coming in now, and the Indian corn's shooting after the rain, and

I'LL never see it; or they'd put in a bit about the cows walking through the river in the hot summer

afternoons; or they'd go describing about a girl, until I began to think of sister Aileen again; then I'd run my

head against the wall, or do something like a madman, and they'd stop the books for a week; and I'd be as

miserable as a bandicoot, worse and worse a lot, with all the devil's tricks and bad thoughts in my head, and

I must either kill myself, or get something to fill up my time till the day yes, the day comes. I've always

been a middling writer, tho' I can't say much for the grammar, and spelling, and that, but I'll put it all down,

from the beginning to the end, and maybe it'll save some other unfortunate young chap from pulling back like

a colt when he's first roped, setting himself against everything in the way of proper breaking, making a fool

The gaoler he looks hard he has to do that, there's more than one or two within here that would have

him by the throat, with his heart's blood running, in half a minute, if they had their way, and the warder was

`You can have books, or paper and pens, anything you like,' he said, `you unfortunate young beggar, until

`Come; don't whine,' he said, then he burst out laughing. `You didn't mean it, I see. I ought to have known

Well, here goes. Lots of pens, a big bottle of ink, and ever so much foolscap paper, the right sort for me, or I

shouldn't have been here. I'm blessed if it doesn't look as if I was going to write copies again. Don't I

remember how I used to go to school in old times; the rides there and back on the old pony; and pretty little

Grace Storefield that I was so fond of, and used to show her how to do her lessons. I believe I learned more

that way than if I'd had only myself to think about. There was another girl, the daughter of the poundkeeper,

that I wanted her to beat; and the way we both worked, and I coached her up, was a caution. And she did get

above her in her class. How proud we were! She gave me a kiss, too, and a bit of her hair. Poor Gracey! I

wonder where she is now, and what she'd think if she saw me here today. If I could have looked ahead, and

seen myself chained now like a dog, and going to die a dog's death this day month!

Anyhow, I must make a start. How do people begin when they set to work to write their own sayings and

doings? There's been a deal more doing than talking in my life it was the wrong sort more's the pity.

Well, let's see; his parents were poor, but respectable. That's what they always say. My parents were poor,

and mother was as good a soul as ever broke bread, and wouldn't have taken a shilling's worth that wasn't her

own if she'd been starving. But as for father, he'd been a poacher in England, a Lincolnshire man he was, and

got sent out for it. He wasn't much more than a boy, he said, and it was only for a hare or two, which didn't

seem much. But I begin to think, being able to see the right of things a bit now, and having no bad grog inside

of me to turn a fellow's head upside down, as poaching must be something like cattle and horse duffing

Dad had always been a hardworking, steadygoing sort of chap, good at most things, and like a lot more of

the Government men, as the convicts were always called round our part, he saved some money as soon as he

had done his time, and married mother, who was a simple emigrant girl just out from Ireland. Father was a

squarebuilt, goodlooking chap, I believe, then; not so tall as I am by three inches, but wonderfully strong

and quick on his pins. They did say as he could hammer any man in the district before he got old and stiff. I

never saw him `shape' but once, and then he rolled into a man big enough to eat him, and polished him off in

a way that showed me though I was a bit of a boy then that he'd been at the game before. He didn't ride

so bad either, though he hadn't had much of it where he came from; but he was afraid of nothing, and had a

quiet way with colts. He could make pretty good play in thick country, and ride a roughish horse, too.

Well, our farm was on a good little flat, with a big mountain in front, and a scrubby, rangy country at the

back for miles. People often asked him why he chose such a place. `It suits me,' he used to say, with a laugh,

and talk of something else. We could only raise about enough corn and potatoes, in a general way, for

ourselves from the flat; but there were other chances and pickings which helped to make the pot boil, and

First of all, though our cultivation paddock was small, and the good land seemed squeezed in between the

hills, there was a narrow tract up the creek, and here it widened out into a large wellgrassed flat. This was

where our cattle ran, for, of course, we had a team of workers and a few milkers when we came. No one ever

took up a farm in those days without a dray and a team, a year's rations, a few horses and milkers, pigs and

fowls, and a little furniture. They didn't collar a 40acre selection, as they do now spend all their money

in getting the land and squat down as bare as robins a man with his wife and children all under a sheet of

bark, nothing on their backs, and very little in their bellies. However, some of them do pretty well, though

they do say they have to live on 'possums for a time. We didn't do much, in spite of our grand start.

The flat was well enough, but there were other places in the gullies beyond that that father had dropped upon

when he was out shooting. He was a tremendous chap for poking about on foot or on horseback, and though

he was an Englishman, he was what you call a born bushman. I never saw any man almost as was his equal.

Wherever he'd been once, there he could take you to again; and what was more, if it was in the dead of the

night he could do it just the same. People said he was as good as a blackfellow, but I never saw one that was

as good as he was, all round. In a strange country, too. That was what beat me he'd know the way the

creek run, and noticed when the cattle headed to camp, and a lot of things that other people couldn't see, or if

they did, couldn't remember again. He was a great man for solitary walks, too he and an old dog he had,

called Crib, a crossbred mongrellooking brute, most like what they call a lurcher in England, father said.

Anyhow, he could do most anything but talk. He could bite to some purpose, drive cattle or sheep, catch a

kangaroo, if it wasn't a regular flyer, fight like a bulldog, and swim like a retriever, track anything, and fetch

and carry, but bark he wouldn't. He'd stand and look at dad as if he worshipped him, and he'd make him some

sign and off he'd go like a child that's got a message. Why he was so fond of the old man we boys couldn't

make out. We were afraid of him, and as far as we could see he never patted or made much of Crib. He

thrashed him unmerciful as he did us boys. Still the dog was that fond of him you'd think he'd like to die for

Well, we were all born at the hut by the creek, I suppose, for I remember it as soon as I could remember

anything. It was a snug hut enough, for father was a good bush carpenter, and didn't turn his back to any one

for splitting and fencing, hutbuilding and shinglesplitting; he had had a year or two at sawing, too, but

after he was married he dropped that. But I've heard mother say that he took great pride in the hut when he

brought her to it first, and said it was the bestbuilt hut within fifty miles. He split every slab, cut every post

and wallplate and rafter himself, with a man to help him at odd times; and after the frame was up, and the

bark on the roof, he camped underneath and finished every bit of it chimney, flooring, doors, windows,

and partitions by himself. Then he dug up a little garden in front, and planted a dozen or two peaches and

quinces in it; put a couple of roses a red and a white one by the posts of the verandah, and it was all

ready for his pretty Norah, as she says he used to call her then. If I've heard her tell about the garden and the

quince trees and the two roses once, I've heard her tell it a hundred times. Poor mother! we used to get round

her Aileen, and Jim, and I and say, `Tell us about the garden, mother.' She'd never refuse; those were

The first thing almost that I can remember was riding the old pony, 'Possum, out to bring in the milkers.

Father was away somewhere, so mother took us all out and put me on the pony, and let me have a whip.

Aileen walked alongside, and very proud I was. My legs stuck out straight on the old pony's fat back. Mother

had ridden him up when she came the first horse she ever rode, she said. He was a quiet little old roan,

with a bright eye and legs like gateposts, but he never fell down with us boys, for all that. If we fell off he

stopped still and began to feed, so that he suited us all to pieces. We soon got sharp enough to flail him along

with a quince stick, and we used to bring up the milkers, I expect, a good deal faster than was good for them.

After a bit we could milk, legrope, and bail up for ourselves, and help dad brand the calves, which began to

come pretty thick. There were only three of us children my brother Jim, who was two years younger than I

was, and then Aileen, who was four years behind him. I know we were both able to nurse the baby a while

after she came, and neither of us wanted better fun than to be allowed to watch her, or rock the cradle, or as a

great treat to carry her a few steps. Somehow we was that fond and proud of her from the first that we'd have

done anything in the world for her. And so we would now I was going to say but that poor Jim lies

under a forest oak on a sandhill, and I well, I'm here, and if I'd listened to her advice I should have been a

free man. A free man! How it sounds, doesn't it? with the sun shining, and the blue sky over your head, and

the birds twittering, and the grass beneath your feet! I wonder if I shall go mad before my time's up.

Mother was a Roman Catholic most Irishwomen are; and dad was a Protestant, if he was anything.

However, that says nothing. People that don't talk much about their religion, or follow it up at all, won't

change it for all that. So father, though mother tried him hard enough when they were first married, wouldn't

hear of turning, not if he was to be killed for it, as I once heard him say. `No!' he says, `my father and

grandfather, and all the lot, was Church people, and so I shall live and die. I don't know as it would make

much matter to me, but such as my notions is, I shall stick to 'em as long as the craft holds together. You can

bring up the girl in your own way; it's made a good woman of you, or found you one, which is most likely,

and so she may take her chance. But I stand for Church and King, and so shall the boys, as sure as my name's

Father was one of those people that gets shut of a deal of trouble in this world by always sticking to one

thing. If he said he'd do this or that he always did it and nothing else. As for turning him, a wild bull

halfway down a range was a likelier tryon. So nobody ever bothered him after he'd once opened his mouth.

They knew it was so much lost labour. I sometimes thought Aileen was a bit like him in her way of sticking

So that clinched it. Mother gave in like a wise woman, as she was. The clergyman from Bargo came one day

and christened me and Jim made one job of it. But mother took Aileen herself in the spring cart all the

way to the township and had her christened in the chapel, in the middle of the service all right and regular, by

There's good and bad of every sort, and I've met plenty that were no chop of all churches; but if Father

Roche, or Father anybody else, had any hand in making mother and Aileen half as good as they were, I'd turn

tomorrow, if I ever got out again. I don't suppose it was the religion that made much difference in our case,

for Patsey Daly and his three brothers, that lived on the creek higher up, were as much on the cross as men

could be, and many a time I've seen them ride to chapel and attend mass, and look as if they'd never seen a

`clearskin' in their lives. Patsey was hanged afterwards for bushranging and gold robbery, and he had more

than one man's blood to answer for. Now we weren't like that; we never troubled the church one way or the

other. We knew we were doing what we oughtn't to do, and scorned to look pious and keep two faces under

By degrees we all grew older, began to be active and able to do half a man's work. We learned to ride pretty

well at least, that is we could ride a barebacked horse at full gallop through timber or down a range;

could back a colt just caught and have him as quiet as an old cow in a week. We could use the axe and the

crosscut saw, for father dropped that sort of work himself, and made Jim and I do all the rough jobs of

mending the fences, getting firewood, milking the cows, and, after a bit, ploughing the bit of flat we kept in

Jim and I, when we were fifteen and thirteen he was bigger for his age than I was, and so near my own

strength that I didn't care about touching him were the smartest lads on the creek, father said he didn't

often praise us, either. We had often ridden over to help at the muster of the large cattle stations that were on

Some of our young stock used to stray among the squatters' cattle, and we liked attending the muster because

there was plenty of galloping about and cutting out, and fun in the men's hut at night, and often a halfcrown

or so for helping some one away with a big mob of cattle or a lot for the pound. Father didn't go himself, and

I used to notice that whenever we came up and said we were Ben Marston's boys both master and super

looked rather glum, and then appeared not to think any more about it. I heard the owner of one of these

stations say to his managing man, `Pity, isn't it? fine boys, too.' I didn't understand what they meant. I do

We could do a few things besides riding, because, as I told you before, we had been to a bit of a school kept

by an old chap that had once seen better days, that lived three miles off, near a little bush township. This

village, like most of these places, had a publichouse and a blacksmith's shop. That was about all. The

publican kept the store, and managed pretty well to get hold of all the money that was made by the people

round about, that is of those that were `good drinking men'. He had halfadozen children, and, though he

was not up to much, he wasn't that bad that he didn't want his children to have the chance of being better than

himself. I've seen a good many crooked people in my day, but very few that, though they'd given themselves

up as a bad job, didn't hope a bit that their youngsters mightn't take after them. Curious, isn't it? But it is true,

I can tell you. So Lammerby, the publican, though he was a greedy, sly sort of fellow, that bought things he

knew were stolen, and lent out money and charged everybody two prices for the things he sold 'em, didn't like

the thought of his children growing up like Myall cattle, as he said himself, and so he fished out this old Mr.

Howard, that had been a friend or a victim or some kind of pal of his in old times, near Sydney, and got him

He was a curious man, this Mr. Howard. What he had been or done none of us ever knew, but he spoke up to

one of the squatters that said something sharp to him one day in a way that showed us boys that he thought

himself as good as he was. And he stood up straight and looked him in the face, till we hardly could think he

was the same man that was so bent and shambling and brokendownlooking most times. He used to live in

a little hut in the township all by himself. It was just big enough to hold him and us at our lessons. He had his

dinner at the inn, along with Mr. and Mrs. Lammerby. She was always kind to him, and made him puddings

and things when he was ill. He was pretty often ill, and then he'd hear us our lessons at the bedside, and make

Mostly he drank nothing but tea. He used to smoke a good deal out of a big meerschaum pipe with figures on

it that he used to show us when he was in a good humour. But two or three times a year he used to setto and

drink for a week, and then school was left off till he was right. We didn't think much of that. Everybody,

almost, that we knew did the same all the men nearly all, that is and some of the women not

mother, though; she wouldn't have touched a drop of wine or spirits to save her life, and never did to her

dying day. We just thought of it as if they'd got a touch of fever or sunstroke, or broke a rib or something.

All the same, poor old Mr. Howard wasn't always on the booze, not by any manner of means. He never

touched a drop of anything, not even gingerbeer, while he was straight, and he kept us all going from nine

o'clock in the morning till three in the afternoon, summer and winter, for more than six years. Then he died,

poor old chap found dead in his bed one morning. Many a basting he gave me and Jim with an old

malacca cane he had with a silver knob to it. We were all pretty frightened of him. He'd say to me and Jim

and the other boys, `It's the best chance of making men of yourselves you ever had, if you only knew it.

You'll be rich farmers or settlers, perhaps magistrates, one of these days that is, if you're not hanged. It's

you, I mean,' he'd say, pointing to me and Jim and the Dalys; `I believe some of you WILL be hanged unless

you change a good deal. It's cold blood and bad blood that runs in your veins, and you'll come to earn the

wages of sin some day. It's a strange thing,' he used to say, as if he was talking to himself, `that the girls are

so good, while the boys are delivered over to the Evil One, except a case here and there. Look at Mary Darcy

and Jane Lammerby, and my little pet Aileen here. I defy any village in Britain to turn out such girls

plenty of rosycheeked gigglers but the natural refinement and intelligence of these little damsels

Well, the old man died suddenly, as I said, and we were all very sorry, and the school was broken up. But he

had taught us all to write fairly and to keep accounts, to read and spell decently, and to know a little

geography. It wasn't a great deal, but what we knew we knew well, and I often think of what he said, now it's

too late, we ought to have made better use of it. After school broke up father said Jim and I knew quite as

much as was likely to be any good to us, and we must work for our living like other people. We'd always

done a pretty fair share of that, and our hands were hard with using the axe and the spade, let alone holding

the plough at odd times and harrowing, helping father to kill and brand, and a lot of other things, besides

getting up while the stars were in the sky so as to get the cows milked early, before it was time to go to

All this time we had lived in a free kind of way we wanted for nothing. We had plenty of good beef, and a

calf now and then. About this time I began to wonder how it was that so many cattle and horses passed

I hadn't lived all my life on Rocky Creek, and among some of the smartest hands in that line that old New

South Wales ever bred, without knowing what `clearskins' and `cross' beasts meant, and being well aware that

our brand was often put on a calf that no cow of ours ever suckled. Don't I remember well the first calf I ever

helped to put our letters on? I've often wished I'd defied father, then taken my licking, and bolted away from

home. It's that very calf and the things it led to that's helped to put me where I am!

Just as I sit here, and these cursed irons rattle whenever I move my feet, I can see that very evening, and

father and the old dog with a little mob of our crawling cattle and halfadozen head of strangers, cows and

It was an awkward place for a yard, people used to say; scrubby and stony all round, a blind sort of hole

you couldn't see till you were right on the top of it. But there was a `wing' ran out a good way through the

scrub there's no better guide to a yard like that and there was a sort of track cattle followed easy

enough once you were round the hill. Anyhow, between father and the dog and the old mare he always rode,

These strange cattle had been driven a good way, I could see. The cows and calves looked done up, and the

steer's tongue was out it was hottish weather; the old dog had been `heeling' him up too, for he was

bleeding up to the hocks, and the end of his tail was bitten off. He was a savage old wretch was Crib. Like all

`Go and get the brands confound you don't stand there frightening the cattle,' says father, as the tired

cattle, after smelling and jostling a bit, rushed into the yard. `You, Jim, make a fire, and look sharp about it. I

want to brand old Polly's calf and another or two.' Father came down to the hut while the brands were getting

ready, and began to look at the harnesscask, which stood in a little back skillion. It was pretty empty; we

`Oh, mother! there's such a pretty red calf in the yard,' I said, `with a star and a white spot on the flank; and

`What!' said mother, turning round and looking at father with her eyes staring a sort of dark blue they

were people used to say mine and Jim's were the same colour and her brown hair pushed back off her

face, as if she was looking at a ghost. `Is it doing that again you are, after all you promised me, and you so

nearly caught after the last one? Didn't I go on my knees to ye to ask ye to drop it and lead a good life, and

didn't ye tell me ye'd never do the like again? And the poor innocent children, too, I wonder ye've the heart to

It came into my head now to wonder why the sergeant and two policemen had come down from Bargo, very

early in the morning, about three months ago, and asked father to show them the beef in his cask, and the hide

belonging to it. I wondered at the time the beast was killed why father made the hide into a rope, and before

he did that had cut out the brand and dropped it into a hot fire. The police saw a hide with our brand on, all

right killed about a fortnight. They didn't know it had been taken off a cancered bullock, and that father

took the trouble to `stick' him and bleed him before he took the hide off, so as it shouldn't look dark. Father

certainly knew most things in the way of working on the cross. I can see now he'd have made his money a

When mother said this, father looked at her for a bit as if he was sorry for it; then he straightened himself up,

`You mind your own business; we must live as well as other people. There's squatters here that does as bad.

They're just like the squires at home; think a poor man hasn't a right to live. You bring the brand and look

The brand was in the corner, but mother got between me and it, and stretched out her hand to father as if to

`In God's name,' she cried out, `aren't ye satisfied with losing your own soul and bringing disgrace upon your

family, but ye must be the ruin of your innocent children? Don't touch the brand, Dick!'

But father wasn't a man to be crossed, and what made it worse he had a couple of glasses of bad grog in him.

There was an old villain of a shantykeeper that lived on a back creek. He'd been there as he came by and

had a glass or two. He had a regular savage temper, father had, though he was quiet enough and not bad to us

He gave poor mother a shove which sent her reeling against the wall, where she fell down and hit her head

against the stool, and lay there. Aileen, sitting down in the corner, turned white, and began to cry, while

father catches me a box on the ear which sends me kicking, picks up the brand out of the corner, and walks

I think if I'd been another year or so older I'd have struck back I felt that savage about poor mother that I

could have gone at him myself but we had been too long used to do everything he told us; and somehow,

even if a chap's father's a bad one, he don't seem like other men to him. So, as Jim had lighted the fire, we

branded the little red heifer calf first a fine fat sixmonthsold nugget she was and then three bull

calves, all strangers, and then Polly's calf, I suppose just for a blind. Jim and I knew the four calves were all

strangers, but we didn't know the brands of the mothers; they all seemed different.

After this all was made right to kill a beast. The gallows was ready rigged in a corner of the yard; father

brought his gun and shot the yellow steer. The calves were put into our calfpen Polly's and all and all

We helped father to skin and hang up the beast, and pretty late it was when we finished. Mother had laid us

out our tea and gone to bed with Aileen. We had ours and then went to bed. Father sat outside and smoked in

the starlight. Hours after I woke up and heard mother crying. Before daylight we were up again, and the steer

was cut up and salted and in the harnesscask soon after sunrise. His head and feet were all popped into a big

pot where we used to make soup for the pigs, and by the time it had been boiling an hour or two there was no

We had a hearty breakfast off the `skirt', but mother wouldn't touch a bit, nor let Aileen take any; she took

nothing but a bit of bread and a cup of tea, and sat there looking miserable and downcast. Father said nothing,

but sat very darklooking, and ate his food as if nothing was the matter. After breakfast he took his mare, the

old dog followed; there was no need to whistle for him it's my belief he knew more than many a Christian

and away they went. Father didn't come home for a week he had got into the habit of staying away for

So the years went on slow enough they seemed to us sometimes the green winters, pretty cold, I tell

you, with frost and hailstorms, and the long hot summers. We were not called boys any longer, except by

mother and Aileen, but took our places among the men of the district. We lived mostly at home, in the old

way; sometimes working pretty hard, sometimes doing very little. When the cows were milked and the wood

chopped, there was nothing to do for the rest of the day. The creek was that close that mother used to go and

dip the bucket into it herself, when she wanted one, from a little wooden step above the clear reedy

Now and then we used to dig in the garden. There was reaping and cornpulling and husking for part of the

year; but often, for weeks at a time, there was next to nothing to do. No hunting worth much we were sick

of kangarooing, like the dogs themselves, that as they grew old would run a little way and then pull up if a

mob came, jump, jump, past them. No shooting, except a few ducks and pigeons. Father used to laugh at the

shooting in this country, and say they'd never have poachers here the game wasn't worth it. No fishing,

except an odd codfish, in the deepest waterholes; and you might sit half a day without a bite.

Now this was very bad for us boys. Lads want plenty of work, and a little play now and then to keep them

straight. If there's none, they'll make it; and you can't tell how far they'll go when they once start.

Well, Jim and I used to get our horses and ride off quietly in the afternoon, as if we were going after cattle;

but, in reality, as soon as we were out of sight of mother, to ride over to that old villain, Grimes, the

shantykeeper, where we met the young Dalys, and others of the same sort talked a good deal of nonsense

and gossip; what was worse played at allfours and euchre, which we had learned from an American harvest

Besides playing for money, which put us rather into trouble sometimes, as we couldn't always find a

halfcrown if we lost it, we learned another bad habit, and that was to drink spirits. What burning nasty stuff

I thought it at first; and so did we all! But every one wanted to be thought a man, and up to all kinds of

wickedness, so we used to make it a point of drinking our nobbler, and sometimes treating the others twice, if

There was another family that lived a couple of miles off, higher up the creek, and we had always been good

friends with them, though they never came to our house, and only we boys went to theirs. They were the

parents of the little girl that went to school with us, and a boy who was a year older than me.

Their father had been a gardener at home, and he married a native girl who was born somewhere about the

Hawkesbury, near Windsor. Her father had been a farmer, and many a time she told us how sorry she was to

go away from the old place, and what fine corn and pumpkins they grew; and how they had a church at

Windsor, and used to take their hay and fruit and potatoes to Sydney, and what a grand place Sydney was,

with stone buildings called markets for people to sell fruit and vegetables and poultry in; and how you could

walk down into Lower George Street and see Sydney Harbour, a great shining saltwater plain, a thousand

times as big as the biggest waterhole, with ships and boats and sailors, and every kind of strange thing upon

Mrs. Storefield was pretty fond of talking, and she was always fond of me, because once when she was out

after the cows, and her man was away, and she had left Grace at home, the little thing crawled down to the

waterhole and tumbled in. I happened to be riding up with a message for mother, to borrow some soap, when

I heard a little cry like a lamb's, and there was poor little Gracey struggling in the water like a drowning

kitten, with her face under. Another minute or two would have finished her, but I was off the old pony and

into the water like a teal flapper. I had her out in a second or two, and she gasped and cried a bit, but soon

came to, and when Mrs. Storefield came home she first cried over her as if she would break her heart, and

kissed her, and then she kissed me, and said, `Now, Dick Marston, you look here. Your mother's a good

woman, though simple; your father I don't like, and I hear many stories about him that makes me think the

less we ought to see of the lot of you the better. But you've saved my child's life today, and I'll be a friend

and a mother to you as long as I live, even if you turn out bad, and I'm rather afraid you will you and Jim

both but it won't be my fault for want of trying to keep you straight; and John and I will be your kind and

After that it was strange enough but I always took to the little toddling thing that I'd pulled out of the

water. I wasn't very big myself, if it comes to that, and she seemed to have a feeling about it, for she'd come

to me every time I went there, and sit on my knee and look at me with her big brown serious eyes they

were just the same after she grew up and talk to me in her little childish lingo. I believe she knew all about

it, for she used to say, `Dick pull Gracey out of water;' and then she'd throw her arms round my neck and kiss

me, and walk off to her mother. If I'd let her drown then, and tied a stone round my neck and dropped through

the reeds to the bottom of the big waterhole, it would have been better for both of us.

When John came home he was nearly as bad as the old woman, and wanted to give me a filly, but I wouldn't

have it, boy as I was. I never cared for money nor money's worth, and I was not going to be paid for picking a

George Storefield, Gracey's brother, was about my own age. He thought a lot of what I'd done for her, and

years afterwards I threatened to punch his head if he said anything more about it. He laughed, and held out

`You and I might have been better friends lately,' says he; `but don't you forget you've got another brother

I always had a great belief in George, though we didn't get on over well, and often had fallings out. He was

too steady and hardworking altogether for Jim and me. He worked all day and every day, and saved every

penny he made. Catch him gaffing! no, not for a sixpence. He called the Dalys and Jacksons thieves and

swindlers, who would be locked up, or even hanged, some day, unless they mended themselves. As for

drinking a glass of grog, you might just as soon ask him to take a little laudanum or arsenic.

`Why should I drink grog,' he used to say `such stuff, too, as you get at that old villain Grimes's with a

good appetite and a good conscience? I'm afraid of no man; the police may come and live on my ground for

what I care. I work all day, have a read in the evening, and sleep like a top when I turn in. What do I want

`Oh, but you never see any life,' Jim said; `you're just like an old working bullock that walks up to the yoke in

the morning and never stops hauling till he's let go at night. This is a free country, and I don't think a fellow

`This country's like any other country, Jim,' George would say, holding up his head, and looking straight at

him with his steady gray eyes; `a man must work and save when he's young if he don't want to be a beggar or

a slave when he's old. I believe in a man enjoying himself as well as you do, but my notion of that is to have a

good farm, well stocked and paid for, by and by, and then to take it easy, perhaps when my back is a little

`But a man must have a little fun when he is young,' I said. `What's the use of having money when you're old

`A man needn't be so very old at forty,' he says then, `and twenty years' steady work will put all of us

youngsters well up the ladder. Besides, I don't call it fun getting halfdrunk with a lot of blackguards at a low

pothouse or a shanty, listening to the stupid talk and boasting lies of a pack of loafers and worse. They're fit

for nothing better; but you and Jim are. Now, look here, I've got a small contract from Mr. Andrews for a lot

of fencing stuff. It will pay us wages and something over. If you like to go in with me, we'll go share and

share. I know what hands you both are at splitting and fencing. What do you say?'

Jim, poor Jim, was inclined to take George's offer. He was that goodhearted that a kind word would turn

him any time. But I was put out at his laying it down so about the Dalys and us shantying and gaffing, and I

do think now that some folks are born so as they can't do without a taste of some sort of fun once in a way. I

can't put it out clear, but it ought to be fixed somehow for us chaps that haven't got the gift of working all day

and every day, but can do two days' work in one when we like, that we should have our allowance of

reasonable fun and pleasure that is, what we called pleasure, not what somebody thinks we ought to take

pleasure in. Anyway, I turned on George rather rough, and I says, `We're not good enough for the likes of

you, Mr. Storefield. It's very kind of you to think of us, but we'll take our own line and you take yours.'

`I'm sorry for it, Dick, and more sorry that you take huff at an old friend. All I want is to do you good, and act

`You're hard on George,' says Jim, `there's no pleasing you today; one would think there were lots of chaps

fighting how to give us a lift. Goodbye, George, old man; I'm sorry we can't wire in with you; we'd soon

`You'd better stop, Jim, and take a hand in the deal,' says I (or, rather, the devil, for I believe he gets inside a

chap at times), `and then you and George can take a turn at localpreaching when you're cut out. I'm off.' So

without another word I jumped on to my horse and went off down the hill, across the creek, and over the

boulders the other side, without much caring where I was going. The fact was, I felt I had acted meanly in

sneering at a man who only said what he did for my good; and I wasn't at all sure that I hadn't made a breach

between Gracey and myself, and, though I had such a temper when it was roused that all the world wouldn't

have stopped me, every time I thought of not seeing that girl again made my heart ache as if it would burst.

I was nearly home before I heard the clatter of a horse's feet, and Jim rode up alongside of me. He was just

the same as ever, with a smile on his face. You didn't often see it without one.

`It might have been better for me if I had,' he said, `but you know very well, Dick, that whatever turns up,

We looked at one another for a moment. Our eyes met. We didn't say anything; but we understood one

another as well as if we had talked for a week. We rode up to the door of our cottage without speaking. The

sun had set, and some of the stars had come out, early as it was, for it was late autumn. Aileen was sitting on

a bench in the verandah reading, mother was working away as usual at something in the house. Mother

couldn't read or write, but you never caught her sitting with her hands before her. Except when she was

Aileen ran out to us, and stood while we let go our horses, and brought the saddles and bridles under the

`I'm glad you're come home for one thing,' she said. `There is a message from father. He wants you to meet

`All right,' said Jim, kissing her as he lifted her up in his great strong arms. `I must go in and have a gossip

with the old woman. Aileen can tell me after tea. I daresay it's not so good that it won't keep.'

Mother was that fond of both of us that I believe, as sure as I sit here, she'd have put her head on the block, or

died in any other way for either of her boys, not because it was her duty, but glad and cheerful like, to have

saved us from death or disgrace. I think she was fonder of us two than she was of Aileen. Mothers are

generally fonder of their sons. Why I never could see; and if she thought more of one than the other it was

Jim. He was the youngest, and he had that kind of big, frolicsome, loving way with him, like a Newfoundland

pup about halfgrown. I always used to think, somehow, nobody ever seemed to be able to get into a pelter

with Jim, not even father, and that was a thing as some people couldn't be got to believe. As for mother and

So while he went to sit down on the stretcher, and let mother put her arms round his neck and hug him and

cry over him, as she always did if he'd been away more than a day or two, I took a walk down the creek with

Aileen in the starlight, to hear all about this message from father. Besides, I could see that she was very

`No; why should I? Has he been talking to you about me? What right has he to meddle with my business?'

`Oh, Dick, don't talk like that. Anything that he said was only to do you a kindness, and Jim.'

`Hang him, and his kindness too,' I said. `Let him keep it for those that want it. But what did he tell you?'

`He said, first of all,' answered poor Aileen, with the tears in her eyes, and trying to take hold of my hand,

`that he had a contract for fencing timber, which he had taken at good prices, which he would share with you

and Jim; that he knew you two and himself could finish it in a few weeks, and that he expected to get the

contract for the timber for the new bridge at Dargo, which he would let you go shares in too. He didn't like to

speak about that, because it wasn't certain; but he had calculated all the quantities and prices, and he was sure

you would make 70 or 80 Pounds each before Christmas. Now, was there any harm in that; and don't you

`Well, he's not a bad fellow, old George,' I said, `but he's a little too fond of interfering with other people's

business. Jim and I are quite able to manage our own affairs, as I told him this evening, when I refused to

`Oh, Dick, did you?' she said. `What a pity! I made sure Jim would have liked it so, for only last week he said

he was sick and tired of having nothing to do that he should soon lose all his knack at using tools that he

`He would, I daresay, and I told him to do as he liked. I came away by myself, and only saw him just before

`But you know he thinks so much of you,' she groaned out, `that he'd follow you to destruction. That will be

the end of it, depend upon it, Dick. I tell you so now; you've taken to bad ways; you'll have his blood on your

`Jim's old enough and big enough to take care of himself,' I said sulkily. `If he likes to come my way I won't

hinder him; I won't try to persuade him one way or the other. Let him take his own line; I don't believe in

`You'll break my heart and poor mother's, too,' said Aileen, suddenly taking both my hands in hers. `What has

she done but love us ever since we were born, and what does she live for? You know she has no pleasure of

any kind, you know she's afraid every morning she wakes that the police will get father for some of his cross

doings; and now you and Jim are going the same wild way, and what ever what ever will be the end of it?'

Here she let go my hands, and sobbed and cried as if she was a child again, much as I remember her doing

one day when my kangaroo dog killed her favourite cat. And Aileen was a girl that didn't cry much generally,

and never about anything that happened to herself; it was always about somebody else and their misfortunes.

She was a quiet girl, too, very determined, and not much given to talking about what she was going to do; but

when she made up her mind she was sure to stick to it. I used to think she was more like father than any of us.

She had his coloured hair and eyes, and his way of standing and looking, as if the whole world wouldn't shift

him. But she'd mother's soft heart for all that, and I took the more notice of her crying and whimpering this

If any one could have seen straight into my heart just then I was regularly knocked over, and had two minds

to go inside to Jim and tell him we'd take George's splitting job, and start to tackle it first thing tomorrow

morning; but just then one of those confounded nighthawks flitted on a dead tree before us and began his

`hooho', as if it was laughing at me. I can see the place now the mountain black and dismal, the moon

low and strangelooking, the little waterhole glittering in the halflight, and this dark bird hooting away in

the night. An odd feeling seemed to come over my mind, and if it had been the devil himself standing on the

dead limb it could not have had a worse effect on me as I stopped there, uncertain whether to turn to the right

We don't often know in this world sometimes whether we are turning off along a road where we shall never

come back from, or whether we can go just a little way and look at the faroff hills and new rivers, and come

I remember the whole lot of badmeaning thoughts coming with a rush over my heart, and I laughed at

myself for being so soft as to choose a hardworking, pokey kind of life at the word of a slow fellow like

George, when I might be riding about the country on a fine horse, eating and drinking of the best, and only

Poor Aileen told me afterwards that if she'd thought for a moment I could be turned she'd have gone down on

her knees and never got up till I promised to keep straight and begin to work at honest daily labour like a man

like a man who hoped to end his days in a good house, on a good farm, with a good wife and nice children

round him, and not in a prison cell. Some people would call the first, after years of honest work, and being

always able to look every one in the face, being more of a man than the other. But people have different ways

`Come, Ailie,' I said, `are you going to whine and cry all night? I shall be afraid to come home if you're going

She wiped away her tears, and, putting her hand on my shoulder, looked steadily into my face.

`Poor boy poor, dear Dick,' she said, `I feel as if I should see that fresh face of yours looking very

different some day or other. Something tells me that there's bad luck before you. But never mind, you'll never

lose your sister if the luck's ever so bad. Father sent word you and Jim were to meet him at Broken Creek and

`What in the world's that for?' I said, half speaking to myself. `It looks as if there was a big mob to drive, and

where's he to get a big mob there in that mountainous, beastly place, where the cattle all bolt like wallabies,

`He's got some reason for it,' said Aileen sorrowfully. `If I were you I wouldn't go. It's no good, and father's

trying now to drag you and Jim into the bad ways he's been following these years.'

`I know very well,' she said. `Do you think I've lived here all these years and don't know things? What makes

him always come home after dark, and be that nervous every time he sees a stranger coming up you'd think

he was come out of gaol? Why has he always got money, and why does mother look so miserable when he's

`He may get jobs of droving or something,' I said. `You have no right to say that he's robbing, or something

of that sort, because he doesn't care about tying himself to mother's apronstring.'

`You told me just now,' she said oh! so sorrowfully `that you and Jim were old enough to take a line of

`Why not?' she said, standing up straight before me, and facing me just as I saw father face the big

bullockdriver before he knocked him down. `Why not? You need never ask him for another meal; you can

earn an easy living in halfadozen ways, you and Jim. Why should you let him spoil your life and ruin your

`The priest put that into your head,' I said sneeringly; `Father Doyle of course he knows what they'll do

`No!' she said, `Father Doyle never said a word about you that wasn't good and kind. He says mother's a good

`He can persuade you women to do anything,' I said, not that I had any grudge against poor old Father Doyle,

who used to come riding up the rough mountain track on his white horse, and tiring his old bones, just `to

look after his flock,' as he said and nice lambs some of them were but I wanted to tease her and make

`He never does, and couldn't persuade me, except for my good,' said she, getting more and more roused, and

her black eyes glowed again, `and I'll tell you what I'll do to prove it. It's a sin, but if it is I'll stand by it, and

now I'll swear it (here she knelt down), as Almighty God shall help me at the last day, if you and Jim will

promise me to start straight off up the country and take bushwork till shearing comes on, and never to have

any truck with cross chaps and their ways, I'll turn Protestant. I'll go to church with you, and keep to it till I

Wasn't she a trump? I've known women that would give up a lot for a man they were sweet on, and wives that

would follow their husbands about like spaniels, and women that would lie and deceive and all but rob and

murder for men they were fond of, and sometimes do nearly as much to spite other women. But I don't think I

ever knew a woman that would give up her religion for any one before, and it's not as if she wasn't staunch to

her own faith. She was as regular in her prayers and crossings and beads and all the rest of it as mother

herself, and if there ever was a good girl in the whole world she was one. She turned faint as she said this,

and I thought she was going to drop down. If anything could have turned me then it would have been this. It

was almost like giving her life for ours, and I don't think she'd have valued hers two straws if she could have

saved us. There's a great deal said about different kinds of love in this world, but I can't help thinking that the

love between brothers and sisters that have been brought up together and have had very few other people to

care about is a higher, better sort than any other in the world. There's less selfishness about it no thought

but for the other's good. If that can be made safe, death and pain and poverty and misery are all little things.

And wasn't I fond of Aileen, in spite of all my hardness and crossgrained obstinacy? so fond that I was

just going to hug her to me and say, `Take it all your own way, Ailie dear,' when Jim came tearing out of the

hut, bareheaded, and stood listening to a faroff sound that caught all our ears at once. We made out the

It was a hollow, faint, distant roaring that gradually kept getting louder. It was the strange mournful

bellowing that comes from a drove of cattle forced along an unknown track. As we listened the sound came

`Cattle being driven,' Jim cried out; `and a big mob too. It's father for a note. Let's get our horses and meet

`All right,' said I, `he must have got there a day before his time. It is a big mob and no mistake. I wonder

where they're taking them to.' Aileen shrugged her shoulders and walked in to mother with a look of misery

She knew it was no use talking to me now. The idea of going out to meet a large lot of unknown cattle had

strongly excited us, as would have been the case with every bushbred lad. All sorts of wonders passed

through our minds as we walked down the creek bank, with our bridles in our hands, towards where our

horses usually fed. One was easy to catch, the other with a little management was secured. In ten minutes we

were riding fast through the dark trees and fallen timber towards the wild gullies and rockstrewed hills of

It was not more than an hour when we got up to the cattle. We could hear them a good while before we saw

them. `My word,' said Jim, `ain't they restless. They can't have come far, or they wouldn't roar so. Where can

`How should I know?' I said roughly. I had a kind of idea, but I thought he would never be so rash.

When we got up I could see the cattle had been rounded up in a flat with stony ridges all round. There must

have been three or four hundred of them, only a man and a boy riding round and wheeling them every now

and then. Their horses were pretty well knocked up. I knew father at once, and the old chestnut mare he used

to ride an animal with legs like timbers and a mule rump; but you couldn't tire her, and no beast that ever

was calved could get away from her. The boy was a halfcaste that father had picked up somewhere; he was

`So you've come at last,' growled father, `and a good thing too. I didn't expect to be here till tomorrow

morning. The dog came home, I suppose that's what brought you here, wasn't it? I thought the infernal

`Never you mind; ask no questions, and you'll see all about it tomorrow. I'll go and take a snooze now; I've

With our fresh horses and riding round so we kept the cattle easily enough. We did not tell Warrigal he might

go to rest, not thinking a halfcaste brat like him wanted any. He didn't say anything, but went to sleep on his

horse, which walked in and out among the angry cattle as he sat on the saddle with his head down on the

horse's neck. They sniffed at him once or twice, some of the old cows, but none of them horned him; and

Then we saw whose cattle they were; they had all Hunter's and Falkland's brands on, which showed that they

`By George!' says Jim, `they're Mr. Hunter's cattle, and all these circle dots belong to Banda. What a mob of

calves! not one of them branded! What in the world does father intend to do with them?'

Father was up, and came over where we stood with our horses in our hands before we had time to say more.

He wasn't one of those that slept after daylight, whether he had work to do or not. He certainly COULD

work; daylight or dark, wet or dry, cold or hot, it was all one to father. It seems a pity what he did was no use

`Now, boys,' he said, quite brisk and almost goodnatured for him, `look alive and we'll start the cattle; we've

been long enough here; let 'em head up that gully, and I'll show you something you've never seen before for

`But where are you going to take 'em to?' I said. `They're all Mr. Hunter's and Mr. Falkland's; the brands are

`Are the calves branded, you blasted fool?' he said, while the black look came over his face that had so often

frightened me when I was a child. `You do what I tell you if you've any pluck and gumption about you; or

else you and your brother can ride over to Dargo Police Station and "give me away" if you like; only don't

If I had done what I had two minds to do for I wasn't afraid of him then, savage as he looked told him

to do his own duffing and ridden away with Jim there and then poor Jim, who sat on his horse staring at

both of us, and saying nothing how much better it would have been for all of us, the old man as well as

ourselves; but it seemed as if it wasn't to be. Partly from use, and partly from a love of danger and something

new, which is at the bottom of half the crime in the bush districts, I turned my horse's head after the cattle,

which were now beginning to straggle. Jim did the same on his side. How easy is it for chaps to take the road

to hell! for that was about the size of it, and we were soon too busy to think about much else.

The track we were driving on led along a narrow rocky gully which looked as if it had been split up or made

out of a crack in the earth thousands of years ago by an earthquake or something of that kind. The hills were

that steep that every now and then some of the young cattle that were not used to that sort of country would

come sliding down and bellow as if they thought they were going to break their necks.

The water rushed down it like a torrent in wet winters, and formed a sort of creek, and the bed of it made

what track there was. There were overhanging rocks and places that made you giddy to look at, and some of

these must have fallen down and blocked up the creek at one time or other. We had to scramble round them

When we got nearly up to the head of the gully and great work it was to force the footsore cattle along, as

`Why, here comes old Crib. Who'd have thought he'd have seen the track? Well done, old man. Now we're

Father never took any notice of the poor brute as he came limping along the stones. Woman or child, horse or

dog, it's the same old thing the more any creature loves a man in this world the worse they're treated. It

looks like it, at any rate. I saw how it was; father had given Crib a cruel beating the night before, when he

was put out for some trifling matter, and the dog had left him and run home. But now he had thought better of

it, and seen our tracks and come to work and slave, with his bleeding feet for they were cut all to pieces

and got the whip across his back now and then for his pains. It's a queer world!

When we got right to the top of this confounded gully, nearly deadbeat all of us, and only for the dog

heeling them up every now and then, and making his teeth nearly meet in them, without a whimper, I believe

the cattle would have charged back and beat us. There was a sort of rough tableland scrubby and stony

and thick it was, but still the grass wasn't bad in summer, when the country below was all dried up. There

were wild horses in troops there, and a few wild cattle, so Jim and I knew the place well; but it was too far

`Do you see that sugarloaf hill with the bald top, across the range?' said father, riding up just then, as we

were taking it easy a little. `Don't let the cattle straggle, and make straight for that.'

`Why, it's miles away,' said Jim, looking rather dismal. `We could never get 'em there.'

`We're not going there, stupid,' says father; `that's only the line to keep. I'll show you something about

Poor Jim brightened up at the mention of dinnertime, for, boylike, he was getting very hungry, and as he

wasn't done growing he had no end of an appetite. I was hungry enough for the matter of that, but I wouldn't

`Well, we shall come to somewhere, I suppose,' says Jim, when father was gone. `Blest if I didn't think he

was going to keep us wandering in this blessed Nulla Mountain all day. I wish I'd never seen the blessed

cattle. I was only waiting for you to hook it when we first seen the brands by daylight, and I'd ha' been off

`Better for us if we had,' I said; `but it's too late now. We must stick to it, I suppose.'

We had kept the cattle going for three or four miles through the thickest of the country, every now and then

steering our course by the clear round top of Sugarloaf, that could be seen for miles round, but never seemed

to get any nearer, when we came on a rough sort of logfence, which ran the way we were going.

`It's a "break",' he said, almost in a whisper. `There's a "duffingyard" somewhere handy; that's what's the

The cattle ran along the fence, as if they expected to get to the end of their troubles soon. The scrub was

terribly thick in places, and every now and then there was a break in the fence, when one of us had to go

outside and hunt them until we came to the next bit. At last we came to a little open kind of flat, with the

scrub that thick round it as you couldn't hardly ride through it, and, just as Jim said, there was the yard.

It was a `duffingyard' sure enough. No one but people who had cattle to hide and young stock they didn't

Just on the south side of the yard, which was built of great heavy stringybark trees cut down in the line of

the fence, and made up with limbs and logs, the range went up as steep as the side of a house. The cattle were

that tired and footsore half their feet were bleeding, poor devils that they ran in through the sliprails

`Light a fire, one of you boys,' says father, putting up the heavy sliprails and fastening them. `We must brand

these calves before dark. One of you can go to that gunyah, just under the range where that big white rock is,

Jim rushed off at once, while I sulkily began to put some bark and twigs together and build a fire.

`What's the use of all this cross work?' I said to father; `we're bound to be caught some day if we keep on at

`You and your brother can go back now. Never say I kept you against your will. You may as well lend a hand

Well, I didn't quite like leaving the old chap in the middle of the work like that. I remember thinking, like

many another young fool, I suppose, that I could draw back in time, just after I'd tackled this job.

Draw back, indeed! When does a man ever get the chance of doing that, once he's regularly gone in for any of

the devil's work and wages? He takes care there isn't much drawing back afterwards. So I said

`We may as well give you a hand with this lot; but we'll go home then, and drop all this duffing work. It don't

pay. I'm old enough to know that, and you'll find it out yet, I expect, father, yourself.'

`The fox lives long, and gives the hounds many a long chase before he's run into,' he said, with a grim

chuckle. `I swore I'd be revenged on 'em all when they locked me up and sent me out here for a paltry hare;

broke my old mother's heart, so it did. I've had a pound for every hair in her skin, and I shall go on till I die.

After all, if a man goes to work cautious and runs mute it's not so easy to catch him in this country, at any

Jim at this came running out of the cave with a face of joy, a bag of shipbiscuit, and a lot of other things.

`Here's tea and sugar,' he said; `and there's biscuits and jam, and a big lump of cheese. Get the fire right,

Dick, while I get some water. We'll soon have some tea, and these biscuits are jolly.'

The tea was made, and we all had a good meal. Father found a bottle of rum, too; he took a good drink

himself, and gave Jim and me a sip each. I felt less inclined to quarrel with father after that. So we drafted all

the calves into a small penyard, and began to put our brand on them as quick as we could catch 'em.

A hundred and sixty of 'em altogether all ages, from a month old to nearly a year. Fine strong calves, and

in rare condition, too. We could see they were all belonging to Mr. Hunter and Mr. Falkland. How they came

to leave them all so long unbranded I can't say. Very careless they often are on these large cattlestations, so

that sharp people like father and the Dalys, and a lot more, get an easy chance at them.

Whatever father was going to do with them all when he had branded 'em, we couldn't make out.

`There's no place to tail or wean 'em,' whispered Jim. `We're not above thirty miles from Banda in a straight

line. These cows are dead sure to make straight back the very minute they're let out, and very nice work it'll

`Never you mind about the weaning,' he snarled. `I shan't ask you to tail them either. It wouldn't be a nice job

here, would it?' and father actually laughed. It wasn't a very gay kind of a laugh, and he shut up his mouth

with a sort of snap again. Jim and I hadn't seen him laugh for I don't know how long, and it almost frightened

As Jim said, it wouldn't do to let the cattle out again. If calves are weaned, and have only one brand on, it is

very hard for any man to swear that they are not the property of the man to whom that brand belongs. He may

believe them to be his, but may never have seen them in his life; and if he has seen them on a camp or on the

run, it's very hard to swear to any one particular red or spotted calf as you would to a horse.

The great dart is to keep the young stock away from their mothers until they forget one another, and then

most of the danger is past. But if calves with one man's brand on are seen sucking another man's cows, it is

pretty plain that the brand on the calves has been put on without the consent of the owner of the cows

which is cattlestealing; a felony, according to the Act 7 and 8 George IV, No. 29, punishable with three

years' imprisonment, with hard labour on the roads of the colony or other place, as the Judge may direct.

There's a lot of law! How did I learn it? I had plenty of time in Berrima Gaol worse luck my first

`Now then, you boys!' says father, coming up all of a sudden like, and bringing out his words as if it was old

times with us, when we didn't know whether he'd hit first and talk afterwards, or the other way on, `get out

the lot we've just branded, and drive 'em straight for that peak, where the water shines dripping over the

stones, right again the sun, and look slippy; we're burning daylight, and these cows are making row enough,

blast 'em! to be heard all the way to Banda. I'll go on and steady the lead; you keep 'em close up to me.'

Father mounted the old mare. The dog stopped behind; he knew he'd have to mind the tail that is the

hindmost cattle and stop 'em from breaking or running clear away from the others. We threw down the

rails. Away the cattle rushed out, all in a long string. You'd 'a thought no mortal men could 'a kept 'em in that

blind hole of a place. But father headed 'em, and turned 'em towards the peak. The dog worried those that

wanted to stay by the yard or turn another way. We dropped our whip on 'em, and kept 'em going. In five

minutes they were all amoving along in one mob at a pretty sharpish trot like a lot of store cattle. Father

knew his way about, whether the country was thick or open. It was all as one to him. What a slashing

stockman he would have made in new country, if he only could have kept straight.

It took us an hour's hard dinkum to get near the peak. Sometimes it was awful rocky, as well as scrubby, and

the poor devils of cattle got as sorefooted as babies blood up to the knee, some of 'em; but we crowded

At last we rounded up on a flat, rocky, open kind of a place; and here father held up his hand.

`Let 'em ring a bit; some of their tongues are out. These young things is generally soft. Come here, Dick.' I

We walked our horses up to the edge of the mountain and looked over. It was like the end of the world. Far

down there was a dark, dreadful drop into a sort of deep valley below. You couldn't see the bottom of it. The

trees on the mountain side looked like bushes, and they were big ironbarks and messmates too. On three sides

of us was this awful, desolatelooking precipice a dreary, gloomy, Godforsaken kind of spot. The sky

got cloudy, and the breeze turned cold and began to murmur and whistle in an odd, unnatural kind of way,

while father, seeing how scared and puzzled I was, began to laugh. I shuddered. A thought crossed my mind

that it might be the Enemy of Souls, in his shape, going to carry us off for doing such a piece of wickedness.

`Looks queer, doesn't it?' says father, going to the brink and kicking down a boulder, that rolled and crashed

down the steep mountain side, tearing its way through scrub and heath till it settled down in the glen below.

`It won't do for a man's horse to slip, will it, boy? And yet there's a track here into a fine large paddock, open

`No! the old man isn't mad, youngster,' he said; `not yet, at least. I'm going to show you a trick that none of

you native boys are up to, smart as you think yourselves.' Here he got off the old mare, and began to lead her

`Now, you rally the cattle well after me,' he said; `they'll follow the old mare after a bit. I left a few cows

among 'em on purpose, and when they "draw" keep 'em going well up, but not too fast.'

He had lengthened the bridle of the mare, and tied the end of a light tether rope that he had round her neck to

it. I saw her follow him slowly, and turn down a rocky track that seemed to lead straight over a bluff of the

However, I gave the word to `head on'. The dog had started rounding 'em up as soon as he saw the old mare

walk towards the mountain side, and the cattle were soon crushed up pretty close to the mare's heels.

Mind this, that they were so footsore and tender about the hoofs that they could not have run away from us on

After `ringing' a bit, one of the quiet cows followed up the old mare that was walking step by step forward,

and all the rest followed her like sheep. Cattle will do that. I've seen a stockrider, when all the horses were

dead beat, trying to get fat cattle to take a river in flood, jump off and turn his horse loose into the stream. If

Well, when the old mare got to the bluff she turned short round to the right, and then I saw that she had struck

a narrow path down a gully that got deeper and deeper every yard we went. There was just room for a couple

or three calves to go abreast, and by and by all of 'em was walking down it like as if they was the beasts

agoing into Noah's Ark. It wound and wound and got deeper and deeper till the walls of rock were ever so far

above our heads. Our work was done then; the cattle had to walk on like sheep in a race. We led our horses

behind them, and the dog walked along, saving his sore feet as well as he could, and never tried to bite a beast

once he got within the walls. He looked quite satisfied, and kept chuckling almost to himself. I really believe

I've seen dogs laugh. Once upon a time I've read of they'd have taken poor Crib for a familiar spirit, and

hanged or burnt him. Well, he knew a lot, and no mistake. I've seen plenty of Christians as he could buy and

sell, and no trouble to him. I'm dashed if the old mare, too, didn't take a pleasure in working cattle on the

cross. She was the laziest old wretch bringing up the cows at home, or running in the horses. Many a time Jim

and I took a turn out of her when father didn't know. But put her after a big mob of cattle she must have

known they couldn't be ours and she'd clatter down a range like the wall of a house, and bite and kick the

tail cattle if they didn't get out of her way. They say dogs and horses are all honest, and it's only us as teaches

'em to do wrong. My notion's they're a deal like ourselves, and some of 'em fancies the square racket dull and

safe, while some takes a deal kindlier to the other. Anyhow, no cattleduffer in the colonies could have had a

better pair of mates than old Sally and Crib, if the devil himself had broken 'em in special for the trade.

It was child's play now, as far as the driving went. Jim and I walked along, leading our horses and yarning

`My word, Dick, dad's dropped into a fine road through this thundering mountain, hasn't he? I wonder where

it leads to? How high the rockwalls are getting above us!' he says. `I know now. I think I heard long ago

from one of the Crosbies of a place in the ranges down towards behind the Nulla Mountain, "Terrible

Hollow". He didn't know about it himself, but said an old stockman told him about it when he was drunk. He

said the Government men used to hide the cattle and horses there in old times, and that it was never found

`Why wasn't it found out, Jim? If the old fellow "split" about it some one else would get to know.'

`Well, old Dan said that they killed one man that talked of telling; the rest were too frightened after that, and

`That's how dad come to know, I suppose,' said Jim. `I wish he never had. I don't care about those cross

`Well, we must go through with it now, I suppose. It won't do to leave old dad in the lurch. You won't, will

`You know very well I won't,' says Jim, very soberlike. `I don't like it any the more for that. But I wish father

had broke his leg, and was lying up at home, with mother nursing him, before he found out this hellhole of a

`Well, we're going to get out of it, and soon too. The gully seems getting wider, and I can see a bit of open

`Thank God for that!' says Jim. `My boots'll part company soon, and the poor devils of calves won't have any

`They're drawing faster now. The leading cattle are beginning to run. We're at the end of the drive.'

So it was. The deep, rocky gully gradually widened into an open and pretty smooth flat; this, again, into a

splendid little plain, up to the knees in grass; a big natural park, closed round on every side with sandstone

rockwalls, as upright as if they were built, and a couple of thousand feet above the place where we stood.

This scrub country was crossed by two good creeks; it was several miles across, and a trifle more in length.

Our hungry weaners spread out and began to feed, without a notion of their mothers they'd left behind; but

they were not the only ones there. We could see other mobs of cattle, some near, some farther off; horses,

too; and the wellworn track in several ways showed that this was no new grazing ground.

`Welcome to Terrible Hollow, lads,' says he. `You're the youngest chaps it has ever been shown to, and if I

didn't know you were the right stuff, you'd never have seen it, though you're my own flesh and blood. Jump

off, and let your horses go. They can't get away, even if they tried; they don't look much like that.'

Our poor nags were something like the cattle, pretty hungry and stiff. They put their heads down to the thick

`Bring your saddles along with you,' father said, `and come after me. I'll show you a good camping place.

We turned back towards the rocky wall, near to where we had come in, and there, behind a bush and a big

piece of sandstone that had fallen down, was the entrance to a cave. The walls of it were quite clean and

whitelooking, the floor was smooth, and the roof was pretty high, well blackened with smoke, too, from the

A kind of natural cellar had been made by scooping out the soft sandstone behind a ledge. From this father

took a bag of flour and cornmeal. We very soon made some cakes in the pan, that tasted well, I can tell you.

Tea and sugar too, and quart pots, some bacon in a flourbag; and that rasher fried in the pan was the

Then father brought out a keg and poured some rum into a pint pot. He took a pretty stiff pull, and then

handed it to us. `A little of it won't hurt you, boys,' he said, `after a night's work.'

I took some not much; we hadn't learned to drink then to keep down the fear of something hanging

over us. A dreadful fear it is. It makes a coward of every man who doesn't lead a square life, let him be as

Jim wouldn't touch it. `No,' he said, when I laughed at him, `I promised mother last time I had more than was

good for me at Dargo Races that I wouldn't touch it again for two years; and I won't either. I can stand what

`Please yourself,' said father. `When you're ready we'll have a ride through the stock.'

We finished our meal, and a firstrate one it was. A man never has the same appetite for his meals anywhere

else that he has in the bush, specially if he has been up half the night. It's so fresh, and the air makes him feel

as if he'd ate nothing for a week. Sitting on a log, or in the cave, as we were, I've had the best meal I've ever

tasted since I was born. Not like the closefeeling, closesmelling, dirtyclean graveyard they call a gaol.

But it's no use beginning on that. We were young men, and free, too. Free! By all the devils in hell, if there

are devils and there must be to tempt a man, or how could he be so great a fool, so blind a born idiot, as to

do anything in this world that would put his freedom in jeopardy? And what for? For folly and nonsense. For

a few pounds he could earn with a month's honest work and be all the better man for it. For a false woman's

smile that he could buy, and ten like her, if he only kept straight and saving. For a bit of sudden pride or

vanity or passion. A short bit of what looks like pleasure, against months and years of weariness, and cold

I could cry like a child when I think of it now. I have cried many's the time and often since I have been shut

up here, and dashed my head against the stones till I pretty nigh knocked all sense and feeling out of it, not so

much in repentance, though I don't say I feel sorry, but to think what a fool, fool, fool I'd been. Yes, fool,

three times over a hundred times to put my liberty and life against such a miserable stake a stake

I may as well go on. But I can't help breaking out sometimes when I hear the birds calling to one another as

they fly over the yard, and know it's fresh air and sun and green grass outside that I never shall see again.

Never see the river rippling under the big drooping trees, or the cattle coming down in the twilight to drink

after the long hot day. Never, never more! And whose fault is it? Who have I to blame? Perhaps father helped

Where were we? Oh, at the cavemouth, coming out with our bridles in our hands to catch our horses. We

soon did that, and then we rode away to the other cattle. They were a queer lot, in fine condition, but all sorts

Lots of the brands we didn't know, and had never heard of. Some had no brands at all fullgrown beasts,

too; that was a thing we had very seldom seen. Some of the best cattle and some of the finest horses and

`Who does the JJ brand belong to?' I said to father. `They're the pick of the lot, whose ever they are.'

Father looked black for a bit, and then he growled out, `Don't you ask too many questions, lad. There's only

four living men besides yourselves knows about this place; so take care and don't act foolishly, or you'll lose

a plant that may save your life, as well as keep you in cash for many a year to come. That brand belongs to

Starlight, and he was the only man left alive of the men that first found it and used it to put away stock in. He

wanted help, and told me five years ago. He took in a halfcaste chap, too, against my will. He helped him

`But where did those horses come from?' Jim said. `I never hardly saw such a lot before. All got the JJ brand

`They were brought here as foals,' says father, `following their mothers. Some of them was foaled here; and,

of course, as they've only the one brand on they never can be claimed or sworn to. They're from some of Mr.

Maxwell's best thoroughbred mares, and their sire was Earl of Atheling, imported. He was here for a year.'

`Well, they might look the real thing,' said Jim, his eyes brightening as he gazed at them. `I'd like to have that

dark bay colt with the star. My word, what a forehand he's got; and what quarters, too. If he can't gallop I'll

`You shall have him, or as good, never fear, if you stick to your work,' says father. `You mustn't cross

Starlight, for he's a born devil when he's taken the wrong way, though he talks so soft. The halfcaste is an

outandout chap with cattle, and the horse doesn't stand on four legs that he can't ride and make follow

him, for the matter of that. But he's worth watching. I don't believe in him myself. And now ye have the lot.'

`And a dd fine lot they are,' I said, for I was vexed with Jim for taking so easy to the bait father held out

to him about the horse. `A very smart crowd to be on the roads inside of five years, and drag us in with 'em.'

`How do you make that out?' says father. `Are you going to turn dog, now you know the way in? Isn't it as

`Not by a long chalk,' I said, for my blood was up, and I felt as if I could talk back to father and give him as

good as he sent, and all for Jim's sake. Poor Jim! He'd always go to the mischief for the sake of a good horse,

and many another `Currency' chap has gone the same way. It's a pity for some of 'em that a blood horse was

`You think you can't be tracked,' says I, `but you must bear in mind you haven't got to do with the

oldfashioned mounted police as was potterin' about when this "bot" was first hit on. There's chaps in the

police getting now, natives or all the same, as can ride and track every bit as well as the halfcaste you're

talking about. Some day they'll drop on the track of a mob coming in or getting out, and then the game will be

`You can cut it if you like now,' said father, looking at me curious like. `Don't say I dragged you in. You and

your brother can go home, and no one will ever know where you were; no more than if you'd gone to the

Jim looked at the brown colt that just came trotting up as dad finished speaking trotting up with his head

high and his tail stuck out like a circus horse. If he'd been the devil in a horsehide he couldn't have chosen a

We all three looked at each other. No one spoke. The colt stopped, turned, and galloped back to his mates like

It was not long. We all began to speak at once. But in that time the die was cast, the stakes were down, and in

`I don't care whether we go back or not,' says Jim; `I'll do either way that Dick likes. But that colt I must

`I never intended to go back,' I said. `But we're three dd fools all the same father and sons. It'll be the

`Well, I suppose it's settled now,' says father; `so let's have no more chat. We're like a pack of old women,

After that we got on more sociably. Father took us all over the place, and a splendid paddock it was

walled all round but where we had come in, and a narrow gash in the far side that not one man in a thousand

could ever hit on, except he was put up to it; a wild country for miles when you did get out all scrub and

rock, that few people ever had call to ride over. There was splendid grass everywhere, water, and shelter. It

was warmer, too, than the country above, as you could see by the coats of the cattle and horses.

`If it had only been honestly come by,' Jim said, `what a jolly place it would have been!'

Towards the north end of the paddock was a narrow gully with great sandstone walls all round, and where it

narrowed the first discoverers had built a stockyard, partly with dry stone walls and partly with logs and rails.

There was no trouble in getting the cattle or horses into this, and there were all kinds of narrow yards and

pens for branding the stock if they were clearskins, and altering or `faking' the brands if they were plain. This

led into another yard, which opened into the narrowest part of the gully. Once in this, like the one they came

down, and the cattle or horses had no chance but to walk slowly up, one behind the other, till they got on the

tableland above. Here, of course, every kind of work that can be done to help disguise cattle was done.

Earmarks were cut out and altered in shape, or else the whole ear was cropped off; every letter in the

alphabet was altered by means of straight bars or halfcircles, figures, crosses, everything you could think of.

`Mr. Starlight is an edicated man,' said father. `This is all his notion; and many a man has looked at his own

beast, with the ears altered and the brand faked, and never dreamed he ever owned it. He's a great card is

Father said this with a kind of real sorrow that made me look at him to see if the grog had got into his head;

just as if his life, mine, and Jim's didn't matter a straw compared to this man's, whoever he was, that had had

But it's a strange thing that I don't think there's any place in the world where men feel a more real

outandout respect for a gentleman than in Australia. Everybody's supposed to be free and equal now; of

course, they couldn't be in the convict days. But somehow a man that's born and bred a gentleman will always

be different from other men to the end of the world. What's the most surprising part of it is that men like

father, who have hated the breed and suffered by them, too, can't help having a curious liking and admiration

for them. They'll follow them like dogs, fight for them, shed their blood, and die for them; must be some sort

of a natural feeling. Whatever it is, it's there safe enough, and nothing can knock it out of ninetenths of all

the men and women you meet. I began to be uneasy to see this wonderful mate of father's, who was so many

After we'd fairly settled to stay, father began to be more pleasant than he'd ever been before. We were pretty

likely, he said, to have a visit from Starlight and the halfcaste in a day or two, if we'd like to wait. He was to

meet him at the Hollow on purpose to help him out with the mob of fat bullocks we had looked at. Father, it

appears, was coming here by himself when he met this outlying lot of Mr. Hunter's cattle, and thought he and

old Crib could bring them in by themselves. And a mighty good haul it was. Father said we should share the

weaners between the three of us; that meant 50 Pounds a piece at least. The devil always helps beginners.

We put through a couple of days pleasantly enough, after our hardish bit of work. Jim found some fishhooks

and a line, and we caught plenty of mullet and eels in the deep, clear waterholes. We found a couple of

doublebarrelled guns, and shot ducks enough to last us a week. No wonder the old frequenters of the Hollow

used to live here for a month at a time, having great times of it as long as their grog lasted; and sometimes

having the tribe of blacks that inhabited the district to make merry and carouse with them, like the buccaneers

of the Spanish Main that I've read about, till the plunder was all gone. There were scrawls on the wall of the

first cave we had been in that showed all the visitors had not been rude, untaught people; and Jim picked up

part of a woman's dress splashed with blood, and in one place, among some smouldering packages and boxes,

a long lock of woman's hair, fair, brightbrown, that looked as if the name of Terrible Hollow might not have

We spent nearly a week in this way, and were beginning to get rather sick of the life, when father, who used

`Why, friends, of course. That's Starlight's signal. See that smoke? The halfcaste always sends that up

`No, or they'd send up two smokes. They'll be here about dinnertime, so we must get ready for them.'

We had plenty of time to get ourselves or anything else ready. In about four hours we began to look at them

through a strong spyglass which father brought out. By and by we got sight of two men coming along on

horseback on the top of the range the other side of the far wall. They wasn't particularly easy to see, and

every now and then we'd lose sight of 'em as they got into thick timber or behind rocks.

Father got the spyglass on to 'em at last, pretty clear, and nearly threw it down with an oath.

`By !' he says, `I believe Starlight's hurt somehow. He's so infernal rash. I can see the halfcaste holding

him on. If the police are on his tracks they'll spring the plant here, and the whole thing'll be blown.'

We saw them come to the top of the wall, as it were, then they stopped for a long while, then all of a sudden

`Let's go over to the other side,' says father; `they're coming down the gully now. It's a terrible steep, rough

track, worse than the other. If Starlight's hurt bad he'll never ride down. But he has the pluck of the devil, sure

We rode over to the other side, where there was a kind of gully that came in, something like the one we came

in by, but rougher, and full of gibbers (boulders). There was a path, but it looked as if cattle could never be

driven or forced up it. We found afterwards that they had an old pack bullock that they'd trained to walk up

this, and down, too, when they wanted him, and the other cattle followed in his track, as cattle will.

Father showed us a sort of cave by the side of the track, where one man, with a couple of guns and a pistol or

We stayed in there by the track, and after about halfanhour we heard the two horses coming down slowly,

step by step, kicking the stones down before them. Then we could hear a man groaning, as if he couldn't bear

the pain, and partly as if he was trying to smother it. Then another man's voice, very soft and soothing like,

`My head's afire, and these cursed ribs are grinding against one another every step of this infernal ladder. Is

Just then the leading horse came out into the open before the cave. We had a good look at him and his rider. I

never forgot them. It was a bad day I ever saw either, and many a man had cause to say the same.

The horse held up his head and snorted as he came abreast of us, and we showed out. He was one of the

grandest animals I'd ever seen, and I afterwards found he was better than he looked. He came stepping down

that beastly rocky goattrack, he, a clean thoroughbred that ought never to have trod upon anything rougher

than a rolled training track, or the sound bush turf. And here he was with a heavy weight on his back a

halfdead, fainting man, that couldn't hold the reins and him walking down as steady as an old mountain

I hadn't much time to look him over. I was too much taken up with the rider, who was lying forward on his

chest across a coat rolled round and strapped in front of the saddle, and his arms round the horse's neck. He

was as pale as a ghost. His eyes great dark ones they were, too were staring out of his head. I thought

They ran up, and we lifted him off after undoing some straps and a rope. He was tied on (that was what the

halfcaste was waiting for at the top of the gully). When we laid him down his head fell back, and he looked

Then we saw he had been wounded. There was blood on his shirt, and the upper part of his arm was

`It's too late, father,' said I; `he's a dead man. What pluck he must have had to ride down there!'

`He's worth two dead 'uns yet,' said father, who had his hand on his pulse. `Hold his head up one of you while

`That Sergeant Goring,' said the boy, a slight, activelooking chap, about sixteen, that looked as if he

could jump into a gum tree and back again, and I believe he could. `Sergeant Goring, he very near grab us at

Dilligah. We got a lot of old Jobson's cattle when he came on us. He jump off his horse when he see he

couldn't catch us, and very near drop Starlight. My word, he very nearly fall off just like that' (here he

imitated a man reeling in his saddle); `but the old horse stop steady with him, my word, till he come to. Then

the sergeant fire at him again; hit him in the shoulder with his pistol. Then Starlight come to his senses, and

we clear. My word, he couldn't see the way the old horse went. Ha, ha!' here the young devil laughed till

the trees and rocks rang again. `Gallop different ways, too, and met at the old needlerock. But they was

Before the wild boy had come to the end of his story the wounded man had proved that it was only a dead

faint, as the women call it, not the real thing. And after he had tasted a pannikin full of brandy and water,

`Better have a look at my shoulder,' he said. `That fellow shot like a prizewinner at Wimbledon. I've

`Puts me in mind of our old poaching rows,' said father, while he carefully cut the shirt off, that was stiffened

with blood and showed where the bullet had passed through the muscle, narrowly missing the bone of the

joint. We washed it, and relieved the wounded man by discovering that the other bullet had only been spent,

after striking a tree most like, when it had knocked the wind out of him and nearly unhorsed him, as Warrigal

`Fill my pipe, one of you. Who the devil are these lads? Yours, I suppose, Marston, or you wouldn't be fool

enough to bring them here. Why didn't you leave them at home with their mother? Don't you think you and I

`They'll take their luck as it comes, like others,' growled father; `what's good enough for me isn't too bad for

`Oh! we do, do we?' said the stranger, fixing his eyes on father as if he was going to burn a hole in him with a

burningglass; `but if I'd a brace of fine boys like those of my own I'd hang myself before I'd drag them into

`That's all very fine,' said father, looking very dark and dangerous. `Is Mr. Starlight going to turn parson?

You'll be just in time, for we'll all be shopped if you run against the police like this, and next thing to lay

`What would you have me do? Pull up and hold up my hands? There was nowhere else to go; and that new

sergeant rode devilish well, I can tell you, with a big chestnut wellbred horse, that gave old Rainbow here

all he knew to lose him. Now, once for all, no more of that, Marston, and mind your own business. I'm the

superior officer in this ship's company you know that very well your business is to obey me, and take

Father growled out something, but did not offer to deny it. We could see plainly that the stranger was or had

been far above our rank, whatever were the reasons which had led to his present kind of life.

We stayed for about ten days, while the stranger's arm got well. With care and rest, it soon healed. He was

pleasant enough, too, when the pain went away. He had been in other countries, and told us all kinds of

He said nothing, though, about his own former ways, and we often wondered whatever could have made him

take to such a life. Unknown to father, too, he gave us good advice, warned us that what we were in was the

road to imprisonment or death in due course, and not to flatter ourselves that any other ending was possible.

`I have my own reasons for leading the life I do,' he said, `and must run my own course, of which I foresee

the end as plainly as if it was written in a book before me. Your father had a long account to square with

society, and he has a right to settle it his own way. That yellow whelp was never intended for anything better.

But for you lads' and here he looked kindly in poor old Jim's honest face (and an honest face and heart

Jim's was, and that I'll live and die on) `my advice to you is, to clear off home, when we go, and never

come back here again. Tell your father you won't come; cut loose from him, once and for all. You'd better

drown yourselves comfortably at once than take to this cursed trade. Now, mind what I tell you, and keep

By and by, the day came when the horses were run in for father and Mr. Starlight and Warrigal, who packed

When they were in the yard we had a good look at his own horse a good look and if I'd been a fellow

that painted pictures, and that kind of thing, I could draw a middlin' good likeness of him now.

By George! how fond I am of a good horse a real wellbred clinker. I'd never have been here if it hadn't

been for that, I do believe; and many another Currency chap can say the same a horse or a woman

that's about the size of it, one or t'other generally fetches us. I shall never put foot in stirrup again, but I'll try

He was a dark bay horse, nearly brown, without a white hair on him. He wasn't above 15 hands and an inch

high, but looked a deal bigger than he was, for the way he held his head up and carried himself. He was deep

and thick through behind the shoulders, and girthed ever so much more than you'd think. He had a short back,

and his ribs went out like a cask, long quarter, great thighs and hocks, wonderful legs, and feet of course to do

the work he did. His head was plainish, but clean and bony, and his eye was big and well opened, with no

white showing. His shoulder was sloped back that much that he couldn't fall, no matter what happened his

fore legs. All his paces were good too. I believe he could jump jump anything he was ridden at, and very

Where he'd come from, of course, we were not to know then. He had a small private sort of brand that didn't

belong to any of the big studs; but he was never bred by a poor man. I afterwards found out that he was stolen

before he was foaled, like many another plum, and his dam killed as soon as she had weaned him. So, of

course, no one could swear to him, and Starlight could have ridden past the Supreme Court, at the assizes,

Before we went away father and Starlight had some terrible long talks, and one evening Jim came to me, and

`How should I know? Sticking up a bank, or boning a flock of maiden ewes to take up a run with? They seem

to be game for anything. There'll be a hanging match in the family if us boys don't look out.'

`There's no knowing,' says Jim, with a roguish look in his eye (I didn't think then how near the truth I was),

`Oh! a horse; that alters the matter. But what's one horse to make such a shine about?'

`Ah, that's the point,' says poor old Jim, `it's a horse worth talking about. Don't you remember the imported

entire that they had his picture in the papers him that Mr. Windhall gave 2000 Pounds for?'

`By George, I do!' says Jim; `and they'll have him here, and twenty blood mares to put to him, before

`They're all gone mad they'll raise the country on us. Every police trooper in the colony'll be after us like a

pack of dingoes after an old man kangaroo when the ground's boggy, and they'll run us down, too; they can't

`That Starlight's the devil, I think,' said Jim slowly. `Father didn't seem to like it at first, but he brought him

round bit by bit said he knew a squatter in Queensland he could pass him on to; that they'd keep him there

for a year and get a crop of foals by him, and when the "derry" was off he'd take him over himself.'

`But how's he going to nail him? People say Windhall keeps him locked up at night, and his box is close to

`Starlight says he has a friend handy; he seems to have one or two everywhere. It's wonderful, as father told

`By George! it would be a touch, and no mistake. And if we could get a few colts by him out of thoroughbred

mares we might win half the races every year on our side and no one a bit the wiser.'

It did seem a grand sort of thing young fools that we were to get hold of this wonderful stallion that

we'd heard so much of, as thoroughbred as Eclipse; good as anything England could turn out. I say again, if it

weren't for the horseflesh part of it, the fun and hardriding and tracking, and all the rest of it, there

wouldn't be anything like the crosswork that there is in Australia. It lies partly between that and the dry

weather. There's the long spells of drought when nothing can be done by young or old. Sometimes for months

you can't work in the garden, nor plough, nor sow, nor do anything useful to keep the devil out of your heart.

Only sit at home and do nothing, or else go out and watch the grass witherin' and the water dryin' up, and the

stock dyin' by inches before your eyes. And no change, maybe, for months. The ground like iron and the sky

Then the youngsters, havin' so much idle time on their hands, take to gaffin' and flash talk; and money must

be got to sport and pay up if they lose; and the stock all ramblin' about and mixed up, and there's a temptation

to collar somebody's calves or foals, like we did that first red heifer. I shall remember her to my dying day. It

seems as if I had put that brand on my own heart when I jammed it down on her soft skin. Anyhow, I never

The next morning Jim and I started off home. Father said he should stay in the Hollow till Starlight got round

a bit. He told us not to tell mother or Ailie a word about where we'd been. Of course they couldn't be off

knowin' that we'd been with him; but we were to stall them off by saying we'd been helping him with a bit of

bushwork or anything we could think off. `It'll do no good, and your mother's quite miserable enough as it

is, boys,' he said. `She'll know time enough, and maybe break her heart over it, too. Poor Norah!'

Dashed if I ever heard father say a soft thing before. I couldn't 'a believed it. I always thought he was ironbark

outside and in. But he seemed real sorry for once. And I was near sayin', `Why don't ye cut the whole blessed

lot, then, and come home and work steady and make us all comfortable and happy?' But when I looked again

his face was all changed and hardlike. `Off you go,' he says, with his old voice. `Next time I want either of

And with that he walked off from the yard where we had been catching our horses, and never looked nigh us

We rode away to the low end of the gully, and then we led the horses up, foot by foot, and hard work it was

like climbing up the roof of a house. We were almost done when we got to the tableland at the top.

We made our way to the yard, where there were the tracks of the cows all round about it, but nothing but the

`What a scrubby hole it is!' said Jim; `I wonder how in the world they ever found out the way to the Hollow?'

`Some runaway Government men, I believe, so that halfcaste chap told me, and a gin* showed 'em the track

down, and where to get water and everything. They lived on kangaroos at first. Then, by degrees, they used to

crawl out by moonlight and collar a horse or two or a few cattle. They managed to live there years and years;

one died, one was killed by the blacks; the last man showed it to the chaps that passed it on to Starlight.

Warrigal's mother, or aunt or something, was the gin that showed it to the first white men.'

It was pretty late that night when we got home, and poor mother and Aileen were that glad to see us that they

didn't ask too many questions. Mother would sit and look at the pair of us for ever so long without speaking,

The old place looked very snug, clean, and comfortable, too, after all the campingout, and it was firstrate

to have our own beds again. Then the milk and fresh butter, and the eggs and bacon my word! how Jim

`By George! home's a jolly place after all,' he said. `I am going to stay ever so long this time, and work like

an old nearside poler see if I don't. Let's look at your hands, Aileen; my word, you've been doin' your

`Indeed, has she,' said mother. `It's a shame, so it is, and her with two big brothers, too.'

`Poor Ailie,' said Jim, `she had to take an axe, had she, in her pretty little hands; but she didn't cut all that

`How do you know?' says she, smiling roguishlike. `All the world might have been here for what you'd been

`Bushrangers,' says I. `Say it out; but we haven't turned out yet, if that's what you mean, Miss Marston.'

`I don't mean anything but what's kind and loving, you naughty boy,' says she, throwing her arms about my

neck; `but why will you break our hearts, poor mother's and mine, by going off in such a wild way and

`Women shouldn't ask questions,' I said roughly. `You'll know time enough, and if you never know, perhaps

Jim was alongside of mother by this time, lying down like a child on the old native dogskin rug that we

tanned ourselves with wattle bark. She had her hand on his hair thick and curly it was always from a child.

She didn't say anything, but I could see the tears drip, drip down from her face; her head was on Jim's

shoulder, and by and by he put his arms round her neck. I went off to bed, I remember, and left them to it.

Next morning Jim and I were up at sunrise and got in the milkers, as we always did when we were at home.

Aileen was up too. She had done all the dairying lately by herself. There were about a dozen cows to milk,

and she had managed it all herself every day that we were away; put up the calves every afternoon, drove up

the cows in the cold mornings, made the butter, which she used to salt and put into a keg, and feed the pigs

with the skim milk. It was rather hard work for her, but I never saw her equal for farm work rough or

smooth. And she used to manage to dress neat and look pretty all the time; not like some small settlers'

daughters that I have seen, slouching about with a pair of Blucher boots on, no bonnet, a dirty frock, and a

petticoat like a blanket rag not badlooking girls either and their hair like a dry mop. No, Aileen was

always neat and tidy, with a good pair of thick boots outside and a thin pair for the house when she'd done her

She could frighten a wildish cow and bail up anything that would stay in a yard with her. She could ride like

a bird and drive bullocks on a pinch in a dray or at plough, chop wood, too, as well as here and there a one.

But when she was in the house and regularly set down to her sewing she'd look that quiet and steadygoing

And so she was when she was let work in her own way, but if she was crossed or put upon, or saw anything

going wrong, she'd hold up her head and talk as straight as any man I ever saw. She'd a look just like father

when he'd made up his mind, only her way was always the right way. What a difference it makes, doesn't it?

And she was so handsome with it. I've seen a goodish lot of women since I left the old place, let alone her

that's helped to put me where I am, but I don't think I ever saw a girl that was a patch on Aileen for looks. She

had a wonderful fair skin, and her eyes were large and soft like poor mother's. When she was a little

raisedlike you'd see a pink flush come on her cheeks like a peach blossom in September, and her eyes had a

bright startled look like a doe kangaroo when she jumps up and looks round. Her teeth were as white and

even as a black gin's. The mouth was something like father's, and when she shut it up we boys always knew

she'd made up her mind, and wasn't going to be turned from it. But her heart was that good that she was

always thinking of others and not of herself. I believe I know she'd have died for any one she loved.

She had more sense than all the rest of us put together. I've often thought if she'd been the oldest boy instead

of me she'd have kept Jim straight, and managed to drive father out of his cross ways that is, if any one

living could have done it. As for riding, I have never seen any one that could sit a horse or handle him

through rough, thick country like her. She could ride barebacked, or next to it, sitting sideways on nothing but

a gunnybag, and send a young horse flying through scrub and rocks, or down ranges where you'd think a

horse could hardly keep his feet. We could all ride a bit out of the common, if it comes to that. Better if we'd

learned nothing but how to walk behind a plough, year in year out, like some of the folks in father's village in

England, as he used to tell us about when he was in a good humour. But that's all as people are reared, I

suppose. We'd been used to the outside of a horse ever since we could walk almost, and it came natural to us.

Anyhow, I think Aileen was about the best of the lot of us at that, as in everything else.

Well, for a bit all went on pretty well at home. Jim and I worked away steady, got in a tidy bit of crop, and

did everything that lay in our way right and regular. We milked the cows in the morning, and brought in a big

stack of firewood and chopped as much as would last for a month or two. We mended up the paddock fence,

When we came in at night old mother used to look that pleased and happy we couldn't help feeling better in

our hearts. Aileen used to read something out of the paper that she thought might amuse us. I could read

pretty fair, and so could Jim; but we were both lazy at it, and after working pretty hard all day didn't so much

care about spelling out the long words in the farming news or the stories they put in. All the same, it would

have paid us better if we'd read a little more and put the `bullocking' on one side, at odd times. A man can

learn as much out of a book or a paper sometimes in an hour as will save his work for a week, or put him up

Anyhow, Aileen could read pretty near as fast as any one I ever saw, and she used to reel it out for us, as we

sat smoking over the fire, in a way that kept us jolly and laughing till it was nearly turningin time. Now and

then George Storefield would come and stay an hour or two. He could read well; nearly as well as she could.

Then he had always something to show her that she'd been asking about. His place was eight miles off, but

`I must be at my work in the morning,' he'd say; `it's more than half a day gone if you lose that, and I've no

So we all got on firstrate, and anybody would have thought that there wasn't a more steadygoing,

hardworking, happy family in the colony. No more there wasn't, while it lasted. After all, what is there that's

half as good as being all right and square, working hard for the food you eat, and the sleep you enjoy, able to

We were so quiet and comfortable till the winter was over and the spring coming on, till about September,

that I almost began to believe we'd never done anything in our lives we could be made to suffer for.

Now and then, of course, I used to wake up in the night, and my thoughts would go back to `Terrible Hollow',

that wonderful place; and one night with the unbranded cattle, and Starlight, with the blood dripping on to his

horse's shoulder, and the halfcaste, with his hawk's eye and glittering teeth father, with his gloomy face

and dark words. I wondered whether it was all a dream; whether I and Jim had been in at all; whether any of

the `crosswork' had been found out; and, if so, what would be done to me and Jim; most of all, though,

whether father and Starlight were away after some `big touch'; and, if so, where and what it was, and how

As for Jim, he was one of those happygolucky fellows that didn't bother himself about anything he didn't

see or run against. I don't think it ever troubled him. It was the only bad thing he'd ever been in. He'd been

drawn in against his will, and I think he had made up his mind pretty nearly not to go in for any more.

I have often seen Aileen talking to him, and they'd walk along in the evening when the work was done he

with his arm round her waist, and she looking at him with that quiet, pleased face of hers, seeming so proud

and fond of him, as if he'd been the little chap she used to lead about and put on the old pony, and bring into

the calfpen when she was milking. I remember he had a fight with a little bullcalf, about a week old, that

came in with a wild heifer, and Aileen made as much of his pluck as if it had been a mallee scrubber. The calf

baaed and butted at Jim, as even the youngest of them will, if they've the wild blood in 'em, and nearly upset

him; he was only a bit of a toddler. But Jim picked up a loose leg of a milkingstool, and the two went at it

hammer and tongs. I could hardly stand for laughing, till the calf gave him best and walked.

Aileen pulled him out, and carried him in to mother, telling her that he was the bravest little chap in the

world; and I remember I got scolded for not going to help him. How these little things come back!

`I'm beginning to be afraid,' says George, one evening, `that it's going to be a dry season.'

`There's plenty of time yet,' says Jim, who always took the bright side of things; `it might rain towards the

`I was thinking the same thing,' I said. `We haven't had any rain to speak of for a couple of months, and that

`Now I think of it,' put in Jim, `Dick Dawson came in from outside, and he said things are shocking bad; all

`It's always the way,' I said, bitterlike. `As soon as a poor man's got a chance of a decent crop, the season

`It's as bad for the rich man, isn't it?' said George. `It's God's will, and we can't make or mend things by

`I don't know so much about that,' I said sullenly. `But it's not as bad for the rich man. Even if the squatters

suffer by a drought and lose their stock, they've more stock and money in the bank, or else credit to fall back

on; while the like of us lose all we have in the world, and no one would lend us a pound afterwards to save

`It's not quite so bad as that,' said George. `I shall lose my year's work unless rain comes, and most of the

cattle and horses besides; but I shall be able to get a few pounds to go on with, however the season goes.'

`Oh! if you like to bow and scrape to rich people, well and good,' I said; `but that's not my way. We have as

good a right to our share of the land and some other good things as they have, and why should we be done out

`But why should we pay? God Almighty, I suppose, made the land and the people too, one to live on the

other. Why should we pay for what is our own? I believe in getting my share somehow.'

`That's a sort of argument that doesn't come out right,' said George. `How would you like another man to

`I shouldn't mind; I should go halves with some one else who had a bigger one,' I said. `More money too,

`That's a lazy man's argument, and well, not an honest man's,' said George, getting up and putting on his

cabbagetree. `I can't sit and hear you talk such rot. Nobody can work better than you and Jim, when you

like. I wonder you don't leave such talk to fellows like Frowser, that's always spouting at the Shearers' Arms.'

`Nonsense or not, if a dry season comes and knocks all our work over, I shall help myself to some one's stuff

`Why can't we all go shearing, and make as much as will keep us for six months?' said George. `I don't know

`Nor I either; more ways than one; but Jim and I are going shearing next week. So perhaps there won't be any

`Oh, Dick!' said Aileen, `I can't bear to hear you make a joke of that kind of thing. Don't we all know what it

leads to! Wouldn't it be better to live on dry bread and be honest than to be full of money and never know the

`I've heard all that before; but ain't there lots of people that have made their money by all sorts of villainy,

`They're always caught some day,' says poor Aileen, sobbing, `and what a dreadful life of anxiety they must

`Not at all,' I said. `Look at Lucksly, Squeezer, and Fryingpan Jack. Everybody knows how they got their

stock and their money. See how they live. They've got stations, and publichouse and town property, and

they get richer every year. I don't think it pays to be too honest in a dry country.'

`You're a naughty boy, Dick; isn't he, Jim?' she said, smiling through her tears. `But he doesn't mean half

The `big squatter', as he was called on our side of the country, was Mr. Falkland. He was an Englishman that

had come young to the colony, and worked his way up by degrees. He had had no money when he first came,

people said; indeed, he often said so himself. He was not proud, at any rate in that way, for he was not above

telling a young fellow that he should never be downhearted because he hadn't a coat to his back or a shilling

in his pocket, because he, Herbert Falkland, had known what it was to be without either. `This was the best

country in the whole world,' he used to say, `for a gentleman who was poor or a working man.' The first sort

could always make an independence if they were moderately strong, liked work, and did not drink. There

were very few countries where idle, unsteady people got rich. `As for the poor man, he was the real rich man

in Australia; high wages, cheap food, lodging, clothing, travelling. What more did he want? He could save

money, live happily, and die rich, if he wasn't a fool or a rogue. Unfortunately, these last were highly popular

professions; and many people, high and low, belonged to them here and everywhere else.'

We were all well up in this kind of talk, because for the last two or three years, since we had begun to shear

pretty well, we had always shorn at his shed. He was one of those gentlemen and he was a gentleman, if

ever there was one that takes a deal of notice of his working hands, particularly if they were young. Jim he

took a great fancy to the first moment he saw him. He didn't care so much about me.

`You're a sulky young dog, Richard Marston,' he used to say. `I'm not sure that you'll come to any good; and

though I don't like to say all I hear about your father before you, I'm afraid he doesn't teach you anything

worth knowing. But Jim there's a grand fellow; if he'd been caught young and weaned from all of your lot,

he'd have been an honour to the land he was born in. He's too good for you all.'

`Every one of you gentlemen wants to be a small God Almighty,' I said impudently. `You'd like to break us

`You mistake me, my boy, and all the rest of us who are worth calling men, let alone gentlemen. We are your

`Because you often fight against your own good. We should like to see you all have farms of your own to

be all well taught and able to make the best of your lives not driven to drink, as many of you are, because

you have no notion of any rational amusement, and anything between hard work and idle dissipation.'

`And suppose you had all this power,' I said for if I was afraid of father there wasn't another man living

that could overcrow me `don't you think you'd know the way to keep all the good things for yourselves?

`I see your argument,' he said, quite quiet and reasonable, just as if I had been a swell like himself that

was why he was unlike any other man I ever knew `and it is a perfectly fair way of putting it. But your

class might, I think, always rely upon there being enough kindness and wisdom in ours to prevent that state of

things. Unfortunately, neither side trusts the other enough. And now the bell is going to ring, I think.'

Jim and I stopped at Boree shed till all the sheep were cut out. It pays well if the weather is pretty fair, and it

isn't bad fun when there's twenty or thirty chaps of the right sort in the shearers' hut; there's always some fun

going on. Shearers work pretty hard, and as they buy their own rations generally, they can afford to live well.

After a hard day's shearing that is, from five o'clock in the morning to seven at night, going best pace all

the time, every man working as hard as if he was at it for his life one would think a man would be too

tired to do anything. But we were mostly strong and hearty, and at that age a man takes a deal of killing; so

Very few of the fellows had any money to spend. They couldn't get any either until shearing was over and

they were paid off; but they'd get some one who could write to scribble a lot of I O U's, and they did as well.

We used to play `allfours' and `loo', and now and then an American game which some of the fellows had

picked up. It was strange how soon we managed to get into big stakes. I won at first, and then Jim and I

began to lose, and had such a lot of I O U's out that I was afraid we'd have no money to take home after

shearing. Then I began to think what a fool I'd been to play myself and drag Jim into it, for he didn't want to

One day I got a couple of letters from home one from Aileen and another in a strange hand. It had come to

When I opened it there were a few lines, with father's name at the bottom. He couldn't write, so I made sure

that Starlight had written it for him. He was quite well, it said; and to look out for him about Christmas time;

he might come home then, or send for us; to stop at Boree if we could get work, and keep a couple of horses

in good trim, as he might want us. A couple of fivepound notes fell out of the letter as I opened it.

When I looked at them first I felt a kind of fear. I knew what they came from. And I had a sort of feeling that

we should be better without them. However, the devil was too strong for me. Money's a tempting thing,

whether it's notes or gold, especially when a man's in debt. I had begun to think the fellows looked a little

So I gave Jim his share; and after tea, when we sat down again, there weren't more than a dozen of us that

were in the card racket. I flung down my note, and Jim did his, and told them that we owed to take the change

They all stared, for such a thing hadn't been seen since the shearing began. Shearers, as a rule, come from

their homes in the settled districts very bare. They are not very well supplied with clothes; their horses are

poor and done up; and they very seldom have a note in their pockets, unless they have managed to sell a spare

So we were great men for the time, looked at by the others with wonder and respect. We were fools enough to

be pleased with it. Strangely, too, our luck turned from that minute, and it ended in our winning not only our

I don't think Mr. Falkland liked these goings on. He wouldn't have allowed cards at all if he could have

helped it. He was a man that hated what was wrong, and didn't value his own interest a pin when it came in

the way. However, the shearing hut was our own, in a manner of speaking, and as long as we shore clean and

kept the shed going the overseer, Mr. M`Intyre, didn't trouble his head much about our doings in the hut. He

was anxious to get done with the shearing, to get the wool into the bales before the dust came in, and the

`Why should ye fash yoursel',' I heard him say once to Mr. Falkland, `aboot these young deevils like the

Marstons? They're as good's ready money in auld Nick's purse. It's bred and born and welded in them. Ye'll

just have the burrs and seeds amang the wool if ye keep losing a smart shearer for the sake o' a wheen cards

and dice; and ye'll mak' nae heed of convairtin' thae young caterans ony mair than ye'll change a Norroway

I wonder if what he said was true if we couldn't help it; if it was in our blood? It seems like it; and yet it's

hard lines to think a fellow must grow up and get on the cross in spite of himself, and come to the

gallowsfoot at last, whether he likes it or not. The parson here isn't bad at all. He's a man and a gentleman,

too; and he's talked and read to me by the hour. I suppose some of us chaps are like the poor stupid tribes that

the Israelites found in Canaan, only meant to live for a bit and then to be rubbed out to make room for better

When the shearing was nearly over we had a Saturday afternoon to ourselves. We had finished all the sheep

that were in the shed, and old M`Intyre didn't like to begin a fresh flock. So we got on our horses and took a

ride into the township just for the fun of the thing, and for a little change. The horses had got quite fresh with

the rest and the spring grass. Their coats were shining, and they all looked very different from what they did

when we first came. Our two were not so poor when they came, so they looked the best of the lot, and jumped

All the men washed themselves and put on clean clothes. Then we had our dinner and about a dozen of us

Poor old Jim, how well he looked that day! I don't think you could pick a young fellow anywhere in the

countryside that was a patch on him for good looks and manliness, somewhere about six foot or a little over,

as straight as a rush, with a bright blue eye that was always laughing and twinkling, and curly dark brown

hair. No wonder all the girls used to think so much of him. He could do anything and everything that a man

could do. He was as strong as a young bull, and as active as a rock wallaby and ride! Well, he sat on his

horse as if he was born on one. With his broad shoulders and upright easy seat he was a regular picture on a

And he had a good one under him today; a big, brown, resolute, wellbred horse he had got in a swap

because the man that had him was afraid of him. Now that he had got a little flesh on his bones he looked

something quite out of the common. `A deal too good for a poor man, and him honest,' as old M`Intyre said.

But Jim turned on him pretty sharp, and said he had got the horse in a fair deal, and had as much right to a

And Mr. Falkland took Jim's part, and rather made Mr. M`Intyre out in the wrong for saying what he did. The

`Ah, ye're a grand laddie, and buirdly, and no that thrawn, either like ye, Dick, ye born deevil,' looking at

me. `But I misdoot sair ye'll die wi' your boots on. There's a smack o' Johnnie Armstrong in the glint o' yer

`What's all that lingo, Mr. M`Intyre?' called out Jim, all goodnatured again. `Is it French or Queensland

blacks' yabber? Blest if I understand a word of it. But I didn't want to be nasty, only I am regular shook on

`Maybe ye bocht him fair eneugh. I'll no deny you. I saw the receipt mysel'. But where did yon langleggit,

longlockit, Fish River mosstrooping callant win haud o' him? Answer me that, Jeems.'

`That says nothing,' answered Jim. `I'm not supposed to trace back every horse in the country and find out all

the people that owned him since he was a foal. He's mine now, and mine he'll be till I get a better one.'

`A contumaacious and stiffnecked generation,' said the old man, walking off and shaking his head. `And

yet he's a fine laddie; a graand laddie wad he be with good guidance. It's the Lord's doing, nae doot, and we

Well, away we went to this township. Bundah was the name of it; not that there was anything to do or see

when we got there. It was the regular upcountry village, with a publichouse, a store, a pound, and a

blacksmith's shop. However, a publichouse is not such a bad place at any rate it's better than nothing

when a fellow's young and redhot for anything like a bit of fun, or even a change. Some people can work

away day after day, and year after year, like a bullock in a team or a horse in a chaffcutting machine. It's all

the better for them if they can, though I suppose they never enjoy themselves except in a coldblooded sort of

way. But there's other men that can't do that sort of thing, and it's no use talking. They must have life and

liberty and a free range. There's some birds, and animals too, that either pine in a cage or kill themselves, and

I suppose it's the same way with some men. They can't stand the cage of what's called honest labour, which

means working for some one else for twenty or thirty years, never having a day to yourself, or doing anything

you like, and saving up a trifle for your old age when you can't enjoy it. I don't wonder youngsters break

Besides, sometimes there's a goodlooking girl even at a bush public, the daughter or the barmaid, and it's

odd, now, what a difference that makes. There's a few glasses of grog going, a little noisy, rattling talk, a few

smiles and a saucy answer or two from the girl, a look at the last newspaper, or a bit of the town news from

the landlord; he's always time to read. Hang him I mean confound him for he's generally a sly old

spider who sucks us fellows pretty dry, and then don't care what becomes of us. Well, it don't amount to

much, but it's life the only taste of it that chaps like us are likely to get. And people may talk as much as

they like; boys, and men too, will like it, and take to it, and hanker after it, as long as the world lasts. There's

danger in it, and misery, and death often enough comes of it, but what of that? If a man wants a swim on the

seashore he won't stand all day on the beach because he may be drowned or snapped up by a shark, or

knocked against a rock, or tired out and drawn under by the surf. No, if he's a man he'll jump in and enjoy

himself all the more because the waves are high and the waters deep. So it was very good fun to us, simple as

it might sound to some people. It was pleasant to be bowling along over the firm green turf, along the plain,

through the forest, gully, and over the creek. Our horses were fresh, and we had a scurry or two, of course;

but there wasn't one that could hold a candle to Jim's brown horse. He was a longstriding, smooth goer, but

he got over the ground in wonderful style. He could jump, too, for Jim put him over a big log fence or two,

Well, we'd had our lark at the Bundah Royal Hotel, and were coming home to tea at the station, all in good

spirits, but sober enough, when, just as we were crossing one of the roads that came through the run over

the `Pretty Plain', as they called it we heard a horse coming along best pace. When we looked who should

She was an only child, and the very apple of her father's eye, you may be sure. The shearers mostly knew her

by sight, because she had taken a fancy to come down with her father a couple of times to see the shed when

A shed's not exactly the best place for a young lady to come into. Shearers are rough in their language now

and then. But every man liked and respected Mr. Falkland, so we all put ourselves on our best behaviour, and

the two or three flash fellows who had no sense or decent feeling were warned that if they broke out at all

But when we saw that beautiful, delicatelooking creature stepping down the boards between the two rows of

shearers, most of them stripped to their jerseys and working like steamengines, looking curiously and

pitifully at the tired men and the patient sheep, with her great, soft, dark eyes and fair white face like a lily,

Just as she came opposite Jim, who was trying to shear sheep and sheep with the `ringer' of the shed, who

was next on our right, the wether he was holding kicked, and knocking the shears out of his hand, sent them

point down against his wrist. One of the points went right in, and though it didn't cut the sinews, as luck

would have it, the point stuck out at the other side; out spurted the blood, and Jim was just going to let out

when he looked up and saw Miss Falkland looking at him, with her beautiful eyes so full of pity and surprise

that he could have had his hand chopped off, so he told me afterwards, rather than vex her for a moment. So

he shut up his mouth and ground his teeth together, for it was no joke in the way of pain, and the blood began

`Oh! poor fellow. What a dreadful cut! Look, papa!' she cried out. `Hadn't something better be bound round

`Not a bit, miss!' said Jim, standing up like a schoolboy going to say his lesson. `That is, it doesn't matter if it

`Tar!' sings out my nextdoor neighbour. `Here, boy; tar wanted for No. 36. That'll put it all right, Jim; it's

`You mind your shearing, my man,' said Mr. Falkland quietly. `I don't know whether Mr. M`Intyre will quite

approve of that last sheep of yours. This is rather a serious wound. The best thing is to bind it up at once.'

Before any one could say another word Miss Falkland had whipped out her soft fine cambric handkerchief

`Hold up your hand,' she said. `Now, papa, lend me yours.' With the last she cleared the wound of the flowing

blood, and then neatly and skilfully bound up the wrist firmly with the strips of cambric. This she further

protected by her father's handkerchief, which she helped herself to and finally stopped the blood with.

Jim kept looking at her small white hands all the time she was doing it. Neither of us had ever seen such

`There,' she said, `I don't think you ought to shear any more today; it might bring on inflammation. I'll send

`No, miss; my grateful thanks, miss,' said Jim, opening his eyes and looking as if he'd like to drop down on

his knees and pray to her. `I shall never forget your goodness, Miss Falkland, if I live till I'm a hundred.' Then

Jim bent his head a bit I don't suppose he ever made a bow in his life before and then drew himself up

as straight as a soldier, and Miss Falkland made a kind of bow and smile to us all and passed out.

Jim did shear all the same that afternoon, though the tally wasn't any great things. `I can't go and lie down in a

bunk in the men's hut,' he said; `I must chance it,' and he did. Next day it was worse and very painful, but Jim

stuck to the shears, though he used to turn white with the pain at times, and I thought he'd faint. However, it

Jim sent back Mr. Falkland's handkerchief after getting the cook to wash it and iron it out with a bit of a

broken axletree; but the strips of white handkerchief one had C. F. in the corner he put away in his

She sent down a boy from the house next day to ask how Jim's hand was, and the day after that, but she never

So it was this young lady that we saw coming tearing down the back road, as they called it, that led over the

Pretty Plain. A good way behind we saw Mr. Falkland, but he had as much chance of coming up with her as a

The stable boy, Billy Donnellan, had told us (of course, like all those sort of youngsters, he was fond of

getting among the men and listening to them talk) all about Miss Falkland's new mare.

She was a great beauty and thoroughbred. The stud groom had bought her out of a travelling mob from New

England when she was dogpoor and hardly able to drag herself along. Everybody thought she was going to

be the best lady's horse in the district; but though she was as quiet as a lamb at first she had begun to show a

nasty temper lately, and to get very touchy. `I don't care about chestnuts myself,' says Master Billy, smoking

a short pipe as if he was thirty; `they've a deal of temper, and she's got too much white in her eye for my

money. I'm afeard she'll do some mischief afore we've done with her; and Miss Falkland's that game as she

won't have nothing done to her. I'd ride the tail off her but what I'd bring her to, if I had my way.'

So this was the brute that had got away with Miss Falkland, the day we were coming back from Bundah.

Some horses, and a good many men and women, are all pretty right as long as they're well kept under and

starved a bit at odd times. But give them an easy life and four feeds of corn a day, and they're troublesome

It seems this mare came of a strain that had turned out more devils and killed more grooms and breakers than

any other in the country. She was a Troubadour, it seems; there never was a Troubadour yet that wouldn't

buck and bolt, and smash himself and his rider, if he got a fright, or his temper was roused. Men and women,

horses and dogs, are very much alike. I know which can talk best. As to the rest, I don't know whether there's

It seems that this cranky wretch of a mare had been sideling and fidgeting when Mr. Falkland and his

daughter started for their ride; but had gone pretty fairly Miss Falkland, like my sister Aileen, could ride

anything in reason when suddenly a dead limb dropped off a tree close to the side of the road.

I believe she made one wild plunge, and set to; she propped and reared, but Miss Falkland sat her splendidly

and got her head up. When she saw she could do nothing that way, she stretched out her head and went off as

She had one of those mouths that are not so bad when horses are going easy, but get quite callous when they

are overeager and excited. Anyhow, it was like trying to stop a mailcoach going down Mount Victoria

So what we saw was the wretch of a mare coming along as if the devil was after her, and heading straight

across the plain at its narrowest part; it wasn't more than halfamile wide there, in fact, it was more like a

flat than a plain. The people about Boree didn't see much open country, so they made a lot out of what they

The mare, like some women when they get their monkey up, was clean out of her senses, and I don't believe

anything could have held her under a hide rope with a turn round a stockyard post. This was what she wanted,

Miss Falkland was sitting straight and square, with her hands down, leaning a bit back, and doing her level

best to stop the brute. Her hat was off and her hair had fallen down and hung down her back plenty of it

there was, too. The mare's neck was stretched straight out; her mouth was like a deal board, I expect, by that

We didn't sit staring at her all the time, you bet. We could see the boy ever so far off. We gathered up our

reins and went after her, not in a hurry, but just collecting ourselves a bit to see what would be the best way to

Jim's horse was far and away the fastest, and he let out to head the mare off from a creek that was just in front

`By George!' said one of the men a young fellow who lived near the place `the mare's turning off her

course, and she's heading straight for the Trooper's Downfall, where the policeman was killed. If she goes

`What's that?' I said, closing up alongside of him. We were all doing our best, and were just in the line to

`Why, it's a bluff a hundred feet deep a straight drop and rocks at the bottom. She's making as straight

`And Jim don't know it,' I said; `he's closing up to her, but he doesn't calculate to do it for a quarter of a mile

`He'll never catch her in time,' said the young chap. `My God! it's an awful thing, isn't it? and a fine young

`I'll see if I can make Jim hear,' I said, for though I looked cool I was as nearly mad as I could be to think of

such a girl being lost before our eyes. `No, I can't do that, but I'll TELEGRAPH.'

Now Jim and I had had many a long talk together about what we should do in case we wanted to signal to

each other very pressing. We thought the time might come some day when we might be near enough to sign,

The first idea was, in case of one wanting to give the other the office that he was to look out his very brightest

for danger, and not to trust to what appeared to be the state of affairs, the sign was to hold up your hat or cap

straight over your head. If the danger threatened on the left, to shift to that side. If it was very pressing and on

the jump, as it were, quite unexpected, and as bad as bad could be, the signalman was to get up on the saddle

We could do this easy enough and a lot of circus tricks besides. How had we learned them? Why, in the long

days we had spent in the saddle tailing the milkers and searching after lost horses for many a night.

As luck would have it Jim looked round to see how we were getting on, and up went my cap. I could see him

turn his head and keep watching me when I put on the whole box and dice of the telegraph business. He

`dropped', I could see. He took up the brown horse, and made such a rush to collar the mare that showed he

intended to see for himself what the danger was. The crossgrained jade! She was a wellbred wretch, and be

hanged to her! Went as if she wanted to win the Derby and gave Jim all he knew to challenge her. We could

`By ! they'll both be over it,' said the young shearer. `They can't stop themselves at that pace, and they

We were all close together now. Several of the men knew the place, and the word had been passed round.

No one spoke for a few seconds. We saw the two horses rush up at top speed to the very edge of the timber.

`By Jove! they're over. No! he's reaching for her rein. It's no use. Now now! She's saved! Oh, my God!

they're both right. By the Lord, well done! Hurrah! One cheer more for Jim Marston!'

It was all right. We saw Jim suddenly reach over as the horses were going stride and stride; saw him lift Miss

Falkland from her saddle as if she had been a child and place her before him; saw the brown horse prop, and

swing round on his haunches in a way that showed he had not been called the crack `cuttingout' horse on a

big cattle run for nothing. We saw Jim jump to the ground and lift the young lady down. We saw only one

Three minutes after Mr. Falkland overtook us, and we rode up together. His face was white, and his dry lips

`You have saved my child's life, James Marston, and if I forget the service may God in that hour forget me.

`You needn't thank me so out and out as all that, Mr. Falkland,' said Jim, standing up very straight and

looking at the father first, and then at Miss Falkland, who was pale and trembling, not altogether from fear,

but excitement, and trying to choke back the sobs that would come out now and then. `I'd risk life and limb

any day before Miss Falkland's finger should be scratched, let alone see her killed before my eyes. I wonder

if there's anything left of the mare, poor thing; not that she don't deserve it all, and more.'

Here we all walked forward to the deep creek bank. A yard or two farther and the brown horse and his burden

must have gone over the terrible drop, as straight as a plumbline, on to the awful rocks below. We could see

where the brown had torn up the turf as he struck all four hoofs deep into it at once. Indeed, he had been

newly shod, a freak of Jim's about a bet with a travelling blacksmith. Then the other tracks, the long score on

the brink over the brink where the frightened, maddened animal had made an attempt to alter her

We peered over, and saw a brightcoloured mass among the rocks below very still. Just at the time one of

the rationcarriers came by with a spring cart. Mr. Falkland lifted his daughter in and took the reins, leaving

his horse to be ridden home by the rationcarrier. As for us we rode back to the shearers' hut, not quite so fast

`It's lucky I turned round when I did, Dick,' he said at last, `and saw you making the

"dangerlookoutsharp" signal. I couldn't think what the dickens it was. I was so cocksure of catching the

mare in halfamile farther that I couldn't help wondering what it was all about. Anyhow, I knew we agreed

it was never to be worked for nothing, so thought the best thing I could do was to call in the mare, and see if I

could find out anything then. When I got alongside, I could see that Miss Falkland's face was that white that

something must be up. It weren't the mare she was afraid of. She was coming back to her. It took something

`"Oh!" she cried out, "don't you know? Another fifty yards and we'll be over the downfall where the trooper

`So I reached over and got hold of the reins. I pulled and jerked. She said her hands were cramped, and no

wonder. Pulling double for a fourmile heat is no joke, even if a man's in training. Fancy a woman, a young

girl, having to sit still and drag at a runaway horse all the time. I couldn't stop the brute; she was boring like a

wild bull. So just as we came pretty close I lifted Miss Falkland off the saddle and yelled at old Brownie as if

I had been on a cattle camp, swinging round to the near side at the same time. Round he came like one

o'clock. I could see the mare make one prop to stop herself, and then go flying right through the air, till I

`Miss Falkland didn't faint, though she turned white and then red, and trembled like a leaf when I lifted her

`"Jim, you have paid me for binding up your wrist, haven't you? You have saved me from a horrible death,

`What could I say?' said Jim. `I stared at her like a fool. "I'd have gone over the bank with you, Miss

`"Well, I'm afraid some of my admirers would have stopped short of that, James," she said. She did indeed.

`I say, Jim,' said one of the young fellows, `your fortune's made. Mr. Falkland 'll stand a farm, you may be

`And I say, Jack,' says old Jim, very quiet like, `I've told you all the yarn, and if there's any chaff about it after

this the cove will have to see whether he's best man or me; so don't make any mistake now.'

There was no more chaff. They weren't afraid. There were two or three of them pretty smart with their hands,

and not likely to take much from anybody. But Jim was a heavy weight and could hit like a horse kicking; so

Next day Mr. Falkland came down and wanted to give Jim a cheque for a hundred; but he wouldn't hear of so

much as a note. Then he said he'd give him a billet on the run make him under overseer; after a bit buy a

farm for him and stock it. No! Jim wouldn't touch nothing or take a billet on the place. He wouldn't leave his

family, he said. And as for taking money or anything else for saving Miss Falkland's life, it was ridiculous to

think of it. There wasn't a man of the lot in the shed, down to the tarboy, that wouldn't have done the same, or

`It's not a bad thing for a poor man to have a fast horse now and then, is it, Mr. Falkland?' he said, looking up

`I don't grudge a poor man a good horse or anything else he likes to have or enjoy. You know that, all of you.

It's the fear I have of the effect of the dishonest way that horses of value are come by, and the net of roguery

that often entangles fine young fellows like you and your brother; that's what I fear,' said Mr. Falkland,

I looked him in the face, though I felt I could not say he was wrong. I felt, too, just then, as if I could have

What a thing it is to be perfectly honest and straight to be able to look the whole world in the face!

But if more gentlemen were like Mr. Falkland I do really believe no one would rob them for very shame's

sake. When shearing was over we were all paid up shearers, washers, knockabout men, cooks, and extra

shepherds. Every soul about the place except Mr. M`Intyre and Mr. Falkland seemed to have got a cheque

and a walkingticket at the same time. Away they went, like a lot of boys out of school; and half of 'em didn't

show as much sense either. As for me and Jim we had no particular wish to go home before Christmas. So as

there's always contracts to be let about a big run like Banda we took a contract for some bush work, and went

at it. Mr. M`Intyre looked quite surprised. But Mr. Falkland praised us up, and was proud we were going to

Nobody could say at that time we didn't work. Fencing, dammaking, horsebreaking, stockriding, from

making hay to building a shed, all bushwork came easy enough to us, Jim in particular; he took a pleasure in

it, and was never happier than when he'd had a real tearing day's work and was settling himself after his tea to

a good steady smoke. A great smoker he'd come to be. He never was much for drinking except now and

again, and then he could knock it off as easy as any man I ever seen. Poor old Jim! He was born good and

intended to be so, like mother. Like her, his luck was dead out in being mixed up with a lot like ours.

One day we were out at the back making some lambing yards. We were about twenty miles from the head

station and had about finished the job. We were going in the next day. We had been camping in an old

shepherd's hut and had been pretty jolly all by ourselves. There was firstrate feed for our horses, as the grass

was being saved for the lambing season. Jim was in fine spirits, and as we had plenty of good rations and

`What a jolly thing it is to have nothing on your mind!' Jim used to say. `I hadn't once, and what a fine time it

was! Now I'm always waking up with a start and expecting to see a policeman or that infernal halfcaste.

He's never far off when there's villainy on. Some fine day he'll sell us all, I really do believe.'

`If he don't somebody else will; but why do you pitch upon him? You don't like him somehow; I don't see

that he's worse than any other. Besides, we haven't done anything much to have a reward put on us.'

`No! that's to come,' answered Jim, very dismally for him. `I don't see what else is to come of it. Hist! isn't

It was a bright night, though only the stars were out; but the weather was that clear that you could see ever so

well and hear ever so far also. Jim had a blackfellow's hearing; his eyes were like a hawk's; he could see in

I could hear nothing at first; then I heard a slight noise a good way off, and a stick breaking every now and

`Talk of the devil!' growled Jim, `and here he comes. I believe that's Master Warrigal, infernal scoundrel that

he is. Of course he's got a message from our respectable old dad or Starlight, asking us to put our heads in a

`I know it's that ambling horse he used to ride,' says Jim. `I can make out his sideling kind of way of using his

`You're right,' I said, after listening for a minute. `I can hear the regular pace, different from a horse's walk.'

`Some of the telegraphs piped us, I suppose,' I answered. `I begin to wish they forgot us altogether.'

`No such luck,' says Jim. `Let's keep dark and see what this black snake of a Warrigal will be up to. I don't

He was right. The horse hoofs stopped just inside a thick bit of scrub, just outside the open ground on which

the hut stood. After a few seconds we heard the cry of the mopoke. It's not a cheerful sound at the dead of

night, and now, for some reason or other, it affected Jim and me in much the same manner. I remembered the

last time I had heard the bird at home, just before we started over for Terrible Hollow, and it seemed unlucky.

Perhaps we were both a little nervous; we hadn't drunk anything but tea for weeks. We drank it awfully black

Anyhow, as we heard the quick light tread of the horse pacing in his twofeetononeside way over the

sandy, thingrassed soil, every moment coming nearer and nearer, and this queer dismalvoiced bird hooting

its hoarse deep notes out of the dark tree that swished and sighedlike in front of the sandhill, a queer feeling

came over both of us that something unlucky was on the boards for us. We felt quite relieved when the

horse's footsteps stopped. After a minute or so we could see a dark form creeping towards the hut.

Warrigal left his horse at the edge of the timber, for fear he might want him in a hurry, I suppose. He was

pretty `fly', and never threw away a chance as long as he was sober. He could drink a bit, like the rest of us,

now and then not often but when he did it made a regular devil of him that is, it brought the devil

out that lives low down in most people's hearts. He was a worse one than usual, Jim said. He saw him once in

one of his breakouts, and heard him boast of something he'd done. Jim never liked him afterwards. For the

matter of that he hated Jim and me too. The only living things he cared about were Starlight and the

threecornered weed he rode, that had been a `brumbee', and wouldn't let any one touch him, much less ride

him, but himself. How he used to snort if a stranger came near him! He could kick the eye out of a mosquito,

As for Warrigal, Starlight used to knock him down like a log if he didn't please him, but he never offered to

turn upon him. He seemed to like it, and looked regular put out once when Starlight hurt his knuckles against

Us he didn't like, as I said before why, I don't know nor we him. Likes and dislikes are curious things.

People hardly know the rights of them. But if you take a regular strong down upon a man or woman when

you first see 'em it's ten to one that you'll find some day as you've good reason for it. We couldn't say what

grounds we had for hating the sight of Warrigal neither, for he was as good a tracker as ever followed man or

beasts. He could read all the signs of the bush like a printed book. He could ride any horse in the world, and

Sometimes we should have been hard pushed when we were making across country at night only for him.

Hour after hour he'd ride ahead through scrub or forest, up hill or down dale, with that brute of a horse of his

he called him `Bilbah' ambling away, till our horses, except Rainbow, used to shake the lives out of us

He was a fine shot, and could catch fish and game in all sorts of ways that came in handy when we had to

keep dark. He had pluck enough, and could fight a pretty sharp battle with his fists if he wasn't overweighted.

There were white men that didn't at all find him a good thing if they went to bully him. He tried it on with

Jim once, but he knocked the seven senses out of him inside of three rounds, and that satisfied him. He

pretended to make up, but I was always expecting him to play us some dog's trick yet. Anyway, so far he was

all right, and as long as Starlight and us were mixed up together, he couldn't hurt one without the other. He

came gliding up to the old hut in the dull light by bits of moves, just as if he'd been a bush that had changed

He peeped in through a chink. He could see us by the firelight, and didn't suppose we were watching him.

`Hullo, Warrigal!' sung out Jim suddenly, `what's up now? Some devil's work, I suppose, or you wouldn't be

`Wasn't sure it was you,' he answered, showing his teeth; `it don't do to get sold. Might been troopers, for all I

`Pity we wasn't,' said Jim; `I'd have the hobbles on you by this time, and you'd have got "fitted" to rights. I

wish I'd gone into the police sometimes. It isn't a bad game for a chap that can ride and track, and likes a bit

`If I'd been a police tracker I'd have had as good a chance of nailing you, Jim Marston,' spoke up Warrigal.

`Perhaps I will some day. Mr. Garton wanted me bad once, and said they'd never go agin me for old times.

But that says nothin'. Starlight's out at the back and the old man, too. They want you to go to them sharp.'

`Dunno. I was to tell you, and show the camp; and now gimme some grub, for I've had nothing since sunrise

`All right,' said Jim, putting the billy on; `here's some damper and mutton to go on with while the tea warms.'

`Wait till I hobble out Bilbah; he's as hungry as I am, and thirsty too, my word.'

Hungry as Warrigal was and when he began to eat I thought he never would stop he went and looked

after his horse first, and got him a couple of buckets of water out of the cask they used to send us out every

week. There was no surface water near the hut. Then he hobbled him out of a bit of old sheepyard, and came

The more I know of men the more I see what curious lumps of good and bad they're made up of. People that

won't stick at anything in some ways will be that soft and goodfeeling in others ten times more so than

your regular good people. Any one that thinks all mankind's divided into good, bad, and middlin', and that

they can draft 'em like a lot of cattle some to one yard, some to another don't know much. There's a

mob in most towns though, I think, that wants boilin' down bad. Some day they'll do it, maybe; they'll have to

when all the good country's stocked up. After Warrigal had his supper he went out again to see his horse, and

Then he shut his eyes, and his mouth too, and was soon as fast asleep as if he never intended to wake under a

`If you leave it to me,' says Jim, `I say, don't go. It's only some other cross cattle or horse racket. We're bound

to be nobbled some day. Why not cut it now, and stick to the square thing? We couldn't do better than we're

`I'm half a mind to tell Warrigal to go back and say we're not on,' I said. `Lots of other chaps would join

`D the bird! I believe he's the devil in the shape of a mopoke! And yet I don't like Starlight to think

we're afraid. He and the old man might be in a fix and want help. Suppose we toss up?'

You couldn't tell from his face or voice how he felt about it; but I believe now more than that, he let on

once to me that he was awfully cut up about my changing, and thought we were just in for a spell of

We put the fire together. It burnt up bright for a bit. I pulled out a shilling.

There was a heavyish stake on that throw, if we'd only known. Only ruin only death. Four men's lives lost,

`It's all the fault of that cursed owl, I believe,' he said; `I'll have his life if he waits till it's daylight. We must

be off early and get up our horses. I know what a long day for Warrigal and that ambling threecornered

We slept sound enough till daybreak, and COULD SLEEP then, whatever was on the card. As for Jim, he

slept like a baby always once he turned in. When I woke I got up at once. It was half dark; there was a little

light in the east. But Warrigal had been out before me, and was leading his horse up to the hut with the

Our horses were not far off; one of them had a bell on. Jim had his old brown, and I had a chestnut that I

thought nearly as good. We weren't likely to have anything to ride that wasn't middlin' fast and plucky. Them

that overhauled us would have to ride for it. We saddled up and took our blankets and what few things we

couldn't do without. The rest stopped in the hut for any one that came after us. We left our wages, too, and

never asked for 'em from that day to this. A trifle like that didn't matter after what we were going in for.

As we moved off my horse propped once or twice, and Warrigal looked at us in a queer side sort of way and

showed his teeth a bit smile nor laugh it wasn't, only a way he had when he thought he knew more than

`My word! your horse's been where the feed's good. We're goin' a good way today. I wonder if they'll be as

`They'll carry us wherever that threecornered mule of yours will shuffle to tonight,' said Jim. `Never you

mind about them. You ride straight, and don't get up to any monkey tricks, or, by George, I'll straighten you,

`You know a lot, Jim Marston,' said the halfcaste, looking at him with his long dark sleepy eyes which I

always thought were like a halfroused snake's. `Never mind, you'll know more one of these days. We'd

He went off at a handgallop, and then pulled back into a long darting kind of canter, which Bilbah thought

was quite the thing for a journey anyhow, he never seemed to think of stopping it went on mile after

mile as if he was not going to pull up this side of sundown. A wiry brute, always in condition, was this said

Bilbah, and just at this time as hard as nails. Our horses had been doing nothing lately, and being on good

After four or five miles they began to blow. We couldn't well pull up; the ground was hard in places and bad

for tracking. If we went on at the pace we should cook our horses. As soon as we got into a bit of open I raced

`Now, look here, Warrigal,' I said, `you know why you're doing this, and so do I. Our horses are not up to

galloping fifty or sixty miles on end just off a spell and with no work for months. If you don't pull up and go

`Oh! you're riled!' he said, looking as impudent as he dared, but slackening all the same. `Pulled up before if I

knowed your horses were getting baked. Thought they were up to anything, same as you and Jim.'

`So they are. You'll find that one of these days. If there's work ahead you ought to have sense enough not to

`All right. Plenty of work to do, my word. And Starlight said, "Tell 'em to be here today if they can." I know

`That's all right, Warrigal; but you ride steady all the same, and don't be tearing away through thick timber,

like a mallee scrubber that's got into the open and sees the devil behind him until he can get cover again. We

We did drop in for a long day, and no mistake. We only pulled up for a short halt in the middle, and

Warrigal's castiron pony was off again, as if he was bound right away for the other side of the continent.

However, though we were not going slow either, but kept up a reasonable fast pace, it must have been past

midnight when we rode into Starlight's camp; very glad Jim and I were to see the fire not a big one either.

We had been taking it pretty easy, you see, for a month or two, and were not quite so ready for an

eightymile ride as if we had been in something like training. The horses had had enough of it, too, though

neither of them would give in, not if we'd ridden 'em twenty mile farther. As for Warrigal's Bilbah he was

near as fresh as when he started, and kept tossin' his head an' amblin' and pacin' away as if he was walkin' for

As we rode up we could see a gunyah made out of boughs, and a longish wing of dogleg fence, made light

but well put together. As soon as we got near enough a dog ran out and looked as if he was going to worry us;

`It's old Crib,' said Jim, with a big laugh; `blest if it ain't. Father's somewhere handy. They're going to take up

a back block and do the thing regular: Marston, Starlight, and Company that's the fakement. They want us

out to make dams or put up a woolshed or something. I don't see why they shouldn't, as well as Crossman and

Fakesley. It's six of one and halfadozen of the other, as far as being on the square goes. Depend upon it,

`Do you fellows want anything to eat?' said a voice that I knew to be Starlight's. `If you do there's tea near the

fire, and some grub in that flour bag. Help yourselves and hobble out your horses. We'll settle matters a bit in

the morning. Your respected parent's abed in his own camp, and it's just as well not to wake him, unless you

We went with Starlight to his gunyah. A path led through a clump of pines, so thick that a man might ride

round it and never dream there was anything but more pines inside. A clear place had been made in the

sandhill, and a snug crib enough rigged with saplings and a few sheets of bark. It was neat and tidy, like

everything he had to do with. `I was at sea when I was young,' he once said to Jim, when he was a bit `on',

`and a man learns to be neat there.' There was a big chimney outside, and a lot of leaves and rushes out of a

`Put your blankets down there, boys, and turn in. You'll see how the land lies in the morning.' We didn't want

Outside the first thing we saw was father and Starlight talking. Both of these seemed a bit cranky. `It's a

d shame,' we heard Starlight say, as he turned and walked off. `We could have done it well enough by

`I know what I'm about,' says father, `it's all or none. What's the use of crying after being in it up to our neck?'

`Well, lads,' says father, looking straight at us, `I wasn't sure as you'd come. Starlight has been barneying with

me about sending for you. But we've got a big thing on now, and I thought you'd like to be in it.'

`We have come,' says I, pretty short. `Now we're here what's the play called, and when does the curtain rise?

We're on.' I was riled, vexed at Starlight talking as if we were children, and thought I'd show as we were men,

`All right,' says father, and he sat down on a log, and began to tell us how there was any quantity of cattle

running at the back where they were camped a good lot strayed and mixed up, from the last dry season,

and had never been mustered for years. The stockmen hardly ever came out till the autumn musters. One of

the chaps that was in it knew all this side and had told them. They were going to muster for a month or so,

and drive the mob right through to Adelaide. Store cattle were dear then, and we could get them off easy

there and come back by sea. No one was to know we were not regular overlanders; and when we'd got the

notes in our pockets it would be a hard matter to trace the cattle or prove that we were the men that sold 'em.

`A thousand or twelve hundred; half of 'em fat, and twothirds of them young cattle.'

`By George! that's something like a haul; but you can't muster such a lot as that without a yard.'

`I know that,' says father. `We're putting up a yard on a little plain about a mile from here. When they find it,

`Well, if that ain't the cheekiest thing I ever heard tell of,' says I laughingly. `To put up a yard at the back of a

man's run, and muster his cattle for him! I never heard the like before, nor any one else. But suppose the cove

`'Tain't no ways likely,' says father. `They're the sleepiest lot of chaps in this frontage I ever saw. It's hardly

worth while "touching" them. There's no fun in it. It's like shooting pheasants when they ain't preserved.

There's no risk, and when there's no risk there's no pleasure. Anyway that's my notion.'

`Talking about risks, why didn't you work that Marquis of Lorne racket better? We saw in the papers that the

Father looked over at us and then began to laugh not long, and he broke off short. Laughing wasn't much

`Killed him, did we? And a horse worth nigh on to two thousand pounds. You ought to have known your old

father better than that. We did kill A chestnut horse, one we picked out a purpose; white legs, white knee,

short under lip, everything quite regular. We even fed him for a week on prairie grass, just like the Marquis

had been eating. Bless you, we knew how to work all that. We deceived Windhall his own self, and he thinks

`You've some call to crow if you can work things like that. How you ever got him away beats me; but not

more than how you managed to keep him hid with a ring of troopers all round you from every side of the

`We had friends,' father said. `Me and Warrigal done all the travelling by night. No one but him could have

gone afoot, I believe, much less led a blood horse through the beastly scrub and ranges he showed us. But the

devil himself could not beat him and that little brute Bilbah in rough country.'

`I believe you,' I said, thinking of our ride yesterday. `It's quite bad enough to follow him on level ground.

But don't you think our tracks will be easy to follow with a thousand head of cattle before us? Any fool could

`It ain't that as I'm looking at,' said father; `of course an old woman could do it, and knit stockings all the

time; but our dart is to be off and have a month's start before anybody knows they are off the run. They won't

think of mustering before fat cattle takes a bit of a turn. That won't be for a couple of months yet. Then they

We had a long talk with Starlight, and what he said came to much the same. One stockman they had

`squared', and he was to stand in. They had got two or three flash chaps to help muster and drive, who were to

swear they thought we were dealers, and had bought cattle all right. One or two more were to meet us farther

on. If we could get the cattle together and clear off before anything was suspected the rest was easy. The yard

was nearly up, and Jim and I wired in and soon finished it. It didn't want very grand work putting into it as

long as it would last our time. So we put it up roughly, but pretty strong, with pine saplings. The drawing in

was the worst, for we had to `hump' the most of them ourselves. Jim couldn't help bursting out laughing from

`It does seem such a jolly cheeky thing,' he said. `Driving off a mob of cattle on the quiet I've known happen

once or twice; but I'm dashed if ever I heard tell of putting up duffing improvements of a superior class on a

cove's run and clearing off with a thousand drafted cattle, all quiet and regular, and him pottering about his

`People ought to look after their stock closer than they do,' I said. `It is their fault almost as much as ours. But

they are too lazy to look after their own work, and too miserable to pay a good man to do it for them. They

just get a halfandhalf sort of fellow that'll take low wages and make it up with duffing, and of course he's

`You're not far away,' says Jim; `but don't you think they'd have to look precious sharp and get up very early

in the morning to be level with chaps like father and Starlight, let alone Warrigal, who's as good by night as

day? Then there's you and me. Don't try and make us out better than we are, Dick; we're all d

scoundrels, that's the truth of it, and honest men haven't a chance with us, except in the long run except in

`That's quite a long speech for you, Jim,' I said; `but it don't matter much that I know of whose fault it is that

we're in this duffing racket. It seems to be our fate, as the chap says in the book. We'll have a jolly spree in

Adelaide if this journey comes out right. And now let's finish this evening off. Tomorrow they're going to

After that we didn't talk much except about the work. Starlight and Warrigal were out every day and all day.

The three new hands were some chaps who formed part of a gang that did most of the horsestealing in that

neighbourhood, though they never showed up. The way they managed it was this. They picked up any

goodlooking nag or secondclass racehorse that they fell across, and took them to a certain place. There

they met another lot of fellows, who took the horses from them and cleared out to another colony; at the same

time they left the horses they had brought. So each lot travelled different ways, and were sold in places where

After a man had had a year or two at this kind of work, he was good, or rather bad, for anything. These young

chaps, like us, had done pretty well at these games, and one of them, falling in with Starlight, had proposed to

him to put up a couple of hundred head of cattle on Outer Back Momberah, as the run was called; then father

and he had seen that a thousand were as easy to get as a hundred. Of course there was a risky feeling, but it

wasn't such bad fun while it lasted. We were out all day running in the cattle. The horses were in good wind

and condition now; we had plenty of rations flour, tea, and sugar. There was no cart, but some good

packhorses, just the same as if we were a regular station party on our own run. Father had worked all that

before we came. We had the best of fresh beef and veal too you may be sure of that there was no stint

in that line; and at night we were always sure of a yarn from Starlight that is, if he was in a good humour.

He was an astonishing man, certainly. Jim and I used to wonder, by the hour, what he'd been in the old

country. He'd been all over the world in the Islands and New Zealand; in America, and among Malays and

other strange people that we'd hardly ever heard of. Such stories as he'd tell us, too, about slaves and wild

chiefs that he'd lived with and gone out to fight with against their enemy. `People think a great deal of a dead

man now and then in this innocent country,' he said once when the grog was uppermost; `why, I've seen fifty

men killed before breakfast, and in cold blood, too, chopped up alive, or next thing to it; and a drove of slaves

men, women, and children as big nearly as our mob, handed over to a slavedealer, and driven off in

chains just as you'd start a lot of station cattle. They didn't like it, going off their run either, poor devils. The

women would try and run back after their pickaninnies when they dropped, just like that heifer when

Warrigal knocked her calf on the head today.' What a man he was! This was something like life, Jim and I

thought. When we'd sold the cattle, if we got 'em down to Adelaide all right, we'd take a voyage to some

foreign country, perhaps, and see sights too. What a paltry thing working for a pound a week seemed when a

Well, the long and short of it is that we mustered the cattle quite comfortably, nobody coming anext or anigh

us any more than if we'd taken the thing by contract. You wouldn't have thought there was anybody nearer

than Bathurst. Everything seemed to be in our favour. So it was, just at the start. We drafted out all the worst

and weediest of the cattle, besides all the old cows, and when we counted the mob out we had nearly eleven

hundred firstrate store cattle; lots of fine young bullocks and heifers, more than half fat altogether a

prime wellbred mob that no squatter or dealer could fault in any way if the price was right. We could afford

to sell them for a shade under market price for cash. Ready money, of course, we were bound to have.

Just as we were starting there was a fine roan bull came running up with a small mob.

`Cut him out, and beat him back,' says father; `we don't want to be bothered with the likes of him.'

`Why, I'm dashed if that ain't Hood's imported bull,' says Billy the Boy, a Monaro native that we had with us.

`I know him well. How's he come to get back? Why, the cove gave two hundred and fifty notes for him afore

`Bring him along,' said Starlight, who came up just then. `In for a penny, in for a pound. They'll never think

of looking for him on the Coorong, and we'll be there before they miss any cattle worth talking about.'

So we took `Fifteenth Duke of Cambridge' along with us; a red roan he was, with a little white about the

flank. He wasn't more than four year old. He'd been brought out from England as a yearling. How he'd

worked his way out to this back part of the run, where a bull of his quality ain't often seen, nobody could say.

But he was a lively active beast, and he'd got into fine hard fettle with living on saltbush, dry grass, and scrub

for the last few months, so he could travel as well as the others. I took particular notice of him, from his little

waxy horns to his straight locks and long square quarters. And so I'd need to but that came after. He had

only a little bit of a private brand on the shoulder. That was easily faked, and would come out quite different.

We didn't go straight ahead along any main track to the Lower Murray and Adelaide exactly. That would

have been a little too open and barefaced. No; we divided the mob into three, and settled where to meet in

about a fortnight. Three men to each mob. Father and Warrigal took one lot; they had the dog, old Crib, to

help them. He was worth about two men and a boy. Starlight, Jim, and I had another; and the three stranger

chaps another. We'd had a couple of knockabouts to help with the cooking and stockyard work. They were

paid by the job. They were to stay at the camp for a week, to burn the gunyahs, knock down the yard, and

Some of the cattle we'd left behind they drove back and forward across the track every day for a week. If rain

came they were to drop it, and make their way into the frontage by another road. If they heard about the job

being blown or the police set on our track, they were to wire to one of the border townships we had to pass.

Weren't we afraid of their selling us? No, not much; they were well paid, and had often given father and

Starlight information before, though they took care never to show out in the cattle or horsestealing way

themselves. As long as chaps in our line have money to spend, they can always get good information and

other things, too. It is when the money runs short that the danger comes in. I don't know whether

cattleduffing was ever done in New South Wales before on such a large scale, or whether it will ever be

done again. Perhaps not. These wire fences stop a deal of crosswork; but it was done then, you take my

word for it a man's word as hasn't that long to live that it's worth while to lie and it all came out right;

that is as far as our getting safe over, selling the cattle, and having the money in our pockets.

We kept on working by all sorts of outside tracks on the main line of road a good deal by night, too for

the first two or three hundred miles. After we crossed the Adelaide border we followed the Darling down to

the Murray. We thought we were all right, and got bolder. Starlight had changed his clothes, and was dressed

`They were his cattle; he had brought them from one of his stations on the Narran. He was going to take up

country in the Northern Territory. He expected a friend out from England with a lot more capital.'

Jim and I used to hear him talking like this to some of the squatters whose runs we passed through, as grave

as you please. They used to ask him to stay all night, but he always said `he didn't like to leave his men. He

made it a practice on the road.' When we got within a fortnight's drive of Adelaide, he rode in and lived at one

of the best hotels. He gave out that he expected a lot of cattle to arrive, and got a friend that he'd met in the

billiardroom (and couldn't he play surprisin'?) to introduce him to one of the leading stock agents there. So

he had it all cut and dry, when one day Warrigal and I rode in, and the boy handed him a letter, touching his

hat respectfully, as he had been learned to do, before a lot of young squatters and other swells that he was

`My confounded cattle come at last,' he says. `Excuse me for mentioning business. I began to hope they'd

never come; 'pon my soul I did. The time passes so deuced pleasantly here. Well, they'll all be at the yards

tomorrow. You fellows had all better come and see them sold. There'll be a little lunch, and perhaps some

fizz. You go to the stock agents, Runnimall and Co.; here's their address, Jack,' he says to me, looking me

straight in the eyes. `They'll send a man to pilot you to the yards; and now off with you, and don't let me see

How he carried it off! He cantered away with the rest of the party, as if he hadn't a thought in the world

except about pleasure and honest business. Nobody couldn't have told that he wasn't just like them other

young gentlemen with only their stock and station to think about, and a little fun at the races now and then.

And what a risk he was running every minute of his life, he and all the rest of us. I wasn't sorry to be out of

the town again. There were lots of police, too. Suppose one of them was to say, `Richard Marston, I arrest

you for ' It hardly mattered what. I felt as if I should have tumbled down with sheer fright and

cowardliness. It's a queer thing you feel like that off and on. Other times a man has as much pluck in him as if

The agent knew all about us (or thought he did), and sent a chap to show Mr. Carisforth's cattle (Charles

Carisforth, Esq., of Sturton, Yorkshire and Banda, Waroona, and Ebor Downs, New South Wales; that was

the name he went by) the way to the yards. We were to draft them all next morning into separate pens

cows and bullocks, steers and heifers, and so on. He expected to sell them all to a lot of farmers and small

`You couldn't have come into a better market, young fellow,' says the agent's man to me. `Our boss he's

advertised 'em that well as there'll be smart bidding between the farmers and some of the squatters. Good

store cattle's been scarce, and these is in such rattling condition. That's what'll sell 'em. Your master seems a

regular freehanded sort of chap. He's the jolliest squatter there's been in town these years, I hear folk say.

Next day we were at the yards early, you bet. We wanted to have time to draft them into pens of twenty to

fifty each, so that the farmers and small settlers might have a chance to buy. Besides, it was the last day of

our work. Driving all day and watching half the night is pretty stiffish work, good weather and bad, when

you've got to keep it up for months at a time, and we'd been three months and a week on the road.

The other chaps were wild for a spree. Jim and I had made up our minds to be careful; still, we had a lot to

see in a big town like Adelaide; for we'd never been to Sydney even in our lives, and we'd never seen the sea.

Well, we got the cattle drafted to rights, every sort and size and age by itself, as near as could be. That's the

way to draft stock, whether they're cattle, sheep, or horses; then every man can buy what he likes best, and

isn't obliged to lump up one sort with another. We had time to have a bit of dinner. None of us had touched a

There'd been a big tent rigged, as big as a small woolshed, too. It came out in a cart, and then another cart

came with a couple of waiters, and they laid out a long table of boards on trestles with a real firstclass feed

on it, such as we'd never seen in our lives before. Fowls and turkeys and tongues and rounds of beef, beer and

wine in bottles with gilt labels on. Such a setout it was. Father began to growl a bit. `If he's going to feed the

whole country this way, he'll spend half the stuff before we get it, let alone drawing a down on the whole

thing.' But Jim and me could see how Starlight had been working the thing to rights while he was swelling it

in the town among the big bugs. We told him the cattle would fetch that much more money on account of the

lunch and the blowing the auctioneer was able to do. These would pay for the feed and the rest of the fallals

ten times over. `When he gets in with men like his old pals he loses his head, I believe,' father says, `and

fancies he's what he used to be. He'll get "fitted" quite simple some day if he doesn't keep a better lookout.'

That might be, but it wasn't to come about this time. Starlight came riding out by and by, dressed up like a

real gentleman, and lookin' so different that Jim and I hardly dared speak to him on a splendid horse too

(not Rainbow, he'd been left behind; he was always left within a hundred miles of The Hollow, and he could

do it in one day if he was wanted to), and a lot of fine dressed chaps with him young squatters and

officers, and what not. I shouldn't have been surprised if he'd had the Governor out with him. They told us

afterwards he did dine at Government House reg'lar, and was made quite free and welcome there.

Well, he jumps down and shakes hands with us before them all. `Well, Jack! Well, Bill!' and so on, calls us

his good faithful fellows, and how well we'd brought the cattle over; nods to father, who didn't seem able to

take it all in; says he'll back us against any stockmen in Australia; has up Warrigal and shows him off to the

company. `Most intelligent lad.' Warrigal grinned and showed his white teeth. It was as good as a play.

Then everybody goes to lunch swells and selectors, Germans and Paddies, natives and immigrants, a good

many of them, too, and there was eating and drinking and speechifying till all was blue. By and by the

auctioneer looks at his watch. He'd had a pretty good tuckin himself, and they must get to business.

Father opened his eyes at the price the first pen brought, all prime young bullocks, half fat most of them.

Then they all went off like wildfire; the big men and the little men bidding, quite jealous, sometimes one

getting the lot, sometimes another. One chap made a remark about there being such a lot of different brands;

but Starlight said they'd come from a sort of depot station of his, and were the odds and ends of all the mobs

of store cattle that he'd purchased the last four years. That satisfied 'em, particularly as he said it in a careless,

fierce way which he could put on, as if it was like a man's impudence to ask him anything. It made the

By and by we comes to the imported bull. He was in a pen by himself, looking firstrate. His brand had been

faked, and the hair had grown pretty well. It would have took a sharp hand to know him again.

`Well, gentlemen,' says the auctioneer, `here is the imported bull "Duke of Brunswick". It ain't often an

animal of his quality comes in with a mob of store cattle; but I am informed by Mr. Carisforth that he left

orders for the whole of the cattle to be cleared off the run, and this valuable animal was brought away in

mistake. He was to return by sea; but as he happens to be here today, why, sooner than disappoint any

intending buyer, Mr. Carisforth has given me instructions to put him up, and if he realises anything near his

`Yes!' drawls Starlight, as if a dozen imported bulls, more or less, made no odds to him, `put him up, by all

means, Mr. Runnimall. Expectin' rather large shipment of Bates's "Duchess" tribe next month. Rather prefer

them on the whole. The "Duke" here is full of Booth blood, so he may just as well go with the others. I shall

never get what he cost, though; I know that. He's been a most expensive animal to me.'

Many a true word spoken in jest. He had good call to know him, as well as the rest of us, for a most

expensive animal, before all was said and done. What he cost us all round it would be hard indeed to cipher

Anyhow, there was a great laugh at Starlight's easy way of taking it. First one and then another of the

squatters that was going in for breeding began to bid, thinking he'd go cheap, until they got warm, and the

bull went up to a price that we never dreamed he'd fetch. Everything seemed to turn out lucky that day. One

would have thought they'd never seen an imported bull before. The young squatters got running one another,

as I said before, and he went up to 270 Pounds! Then the auctioneer squared off the accounts as sharp as he

could; an' it took him all his time, what with the German and the small farmers, who took their time about it,

paying in greasy notes and silver and copper, out of canvas bags, and the squatters, who were too busy

chaffing and talking among themselves to pay at all. It was dark before everything was settled up, and all the

lots of cattle delivered. Starlight told the auctioneer he'd see him at his office, in a deuced high and mighty

All of us went back to our camp. Our work was over, but we had to settle up among ourselves and divide

shares. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the cattle all sold and gone, and nothing left at the camp

When we got there that night it was late enough. After tea father and I and Jim had a long yarn, settling over

what we should do and wondering whether we were going to get clean away with our share of the money

`By George!' says Jim, `it's a big touch, and no mistake. To think of our getting over all right, and selling out

so easy, just as if they was our own cattle. Won't there be a jolly row when it's all out, and the Momberah

people miss their cattle?' (more than half 'em was theirs). `And when they muster they can't be off seein'

`That's what's botherin' me,' says father. `I wish Starlight hadn't been so thundering flash with it all. It'll draw

more notice on us, and every one 'll be gassin' about this big sale, and all that, till people's set on to ask where

`I don't see as it makes any difference,' I said. `Somebody was bound to buy 'em, and we'd have had to give

the brands and receipts just the same. Only if we'd sold to any one that thought there was a cross look about

it, we'd have had to take half money, that's all. They've fetched a rattling price, through Starlight's working

`Yes, but that ain't all of it,' says the old man, filling his pipe. `We've got to look at what comes after. I never

liked that imported bull being took. They'll rake all the colonies to get hold of him again, partic'ler as he sold

`We must take our share of the risk along with the money,' said Jim. `We shall have our whack of that

according to what they fetched today. It'll be a short life and a merry one, though, dad, if we go on big licks

`Nothing at all for a good spell, if you've any sense,' growled father. `It'll give us all we know to keep dark

when this thing gets into the papers, and the police in three colonies are all in full cry like a pack of beagles.

`I'll go back overland,' says he. `Starlight's going to take Warrigal with him, and they'll be off to the islands

for a turn. If he knows what's best for him, he'll never come back. These other chaps say they'll separate and

sell their horses when they get over to the Murray low down, and work their way up by degrees. Which way

`Jim and I to Melbourne by next steamer,' I said. `May as well see a bit of life now we're in it. We'll come

`All right,' says father, `they won't know where I'm lyin' by for a bit, I'll go bail, and the sooner you clear out

of Adelaide the better. News like ours don't take long to travel, and you might be nabbed very simple. One of

ye write a line to your mother and tell her where you're off to, or she'll be frettin' herself and the gal too

frettin' over what can't be helped. But I suppose it's the natur' o' some women.'

We done our settlingup next day. All the sale money was paid over to Starlight. He cashed the cheques and

drew the lot in notes and gold such a bundle of 'em there was. He brought them out to us at the camp, and

then we `whacked' the lot. There were eight of us that had to share and share alike. How much do you think

we had to divide? Why, not a penny under four thousand pounds. It had to be divided among the eight of us.

That came to five hundred a man. A lot of money to carry about, that was the worst of it.

Next day there was a regular split and squander. We didn't wait long after daylight, you bet. Father was off

and well on his way before the stars were out of the sky. He took Warrigal's horse, Bilbah, back with him; he

and Starlight was going off to the islands together, and couldn't take horses with them. But he was real sorry

to part with the crossgrained varmint; I thought he was going to blubber when he saw father leading him off.

Bilbah wouldn't go neither at first; pulled back, and snorted and went on as if he'd never seen only one man

afore in his life. Father got vexed at last and makes a sign to old Crib; he fetches him such a `heeler' as gave

him something else to think of for a few miles. He didn't hang back much after that.

The three other chaps went their own road. They kept very dark all through. I know their names well enough,

Jim and I cuts off into the town, thinking we was due for a little fun. We'd never been in a big town before,

and it was something new to us. Adelaide ain't as grand quite as Melbourne or Sydney, but there's something

quiet and homelike about it to my thinking great wide streets, planted with trees; lots of steadygoing

German farmers, with their vineyards and orchards and droll little waggons. The women work as hard as the

men, harder perhaps, and get brown and scorched up in no time not that they've got much good looks to

We could always tell the German farmers' places along the road from one of our people by looking outside

the door. If it was an Englishman or an Australian, you'd see where they'd throwed out the teapot leavings; if

it was a German, you wouldn't see nothing. They drink their own sour wine, if their vines are old enough to

make any, or else hop beer; but they won't lay out their money in the tea chest or sugar bag; no fear, or the

grog either, and not far wrong. Then the sea! I can see poor old Jim's face now the day we went down to the

`So we've got to the big waterhole at last,' he said. `Don't it make a man feel queer and small to think of its

going away right from here where we stand to the other side of the world? It's a long way across.'

`Jim,' says I, `and to think we've lived all our lives up to this time and never set eyes on it before. Don't it

seem as if one was shut up in the bush, or tied to a gum tree, so as one can never have a chance to see

`It's not a bad place, though it is rather slow and wired in sometimes,' says Jim. `We might be sorry we ever

We went to the theatre that night, and amused ourselves pretty well next day and till the time came for our

boat to start for Melbourne. We had altered ourselves a bit, had our hair cut and our beards trimmed by the

hairdresser. We bought fresh clothes, and what with this, and the feeling of being in a new place and having

more money in our pockets than we'd ever dreamed about before, we looked so transmogrified when we saw

ourselves in the glass that we hardly knew ourselves. We had to change our names, too, for the first time in

our lives; and it went harder against the grain than you'd think, for all we were a couple of cattleduffers,

`It sounds ugly,' says Jim, after we had given our names as John Simmons and Henry Smith at the hotel

where we put up at till the steamer was ready to start. `I never thought that Jim Marston was to come to this

to be afraid to tell a fat, greasylooking fellow like that innkeeper what his real name was. Seems such a

`It isn't so bad as being called No. 14, No. 221, as they sing out for the fellows in Berrima Gaol. How would

`I'd blow my brains out first,' cried out Jim, `or let some other fellow do it for me. It wouldn't matter which.'

It was very pleasant, those two or three days in Adelaide, if they'd only lasted. We used to stroll about the

lighted streets till all hours, watching the people and the shops and everything that makes a large city

different from the country. The different sorts of people, the carts and carriages, buggies and drays,

ponycarriages and springcarts, all jumbled up together; even the fruit and flowers and oysters and fish

under the gaslights seemed strange and wonderful to us. We felt as if we would have given all the world to

`Only to think,' says he, `that we might have had all this fun some day, and bought and paid for it honest.

Now it isn't paid for. It's out of some other man's pocket. There's a curse on it; it will have to be paid in blood

or prison time before all's done. I could shoot myself for being such a cursed fool.'

`Too late to think of that,' I said; `we'll have some fun in Melbourne for a bit, anyhow. For what comes after

Next day our steamer was to sail. We got Starlight to come down with us and show us how to take our

passage. We'd never done it before, and felt awkward at it. He'd made up his mind to go to New Zealand, and

`I'm not sure that I'll ever come back, boys,' he said, `and if I were you I don't think I would either. If you get

over to San Francisco you'd find the Pacific Slope a very pleasant country to live in. The people and the place

would suit you all to pieces. At any rate I'd stay away for a few years and wait till all this blows over.'

I wasn't sorry when the steamer cleared the port, and got out of sight of land. There we were where we'd

never been before in blue water. There was a stiff breeze, and in halfanhour we shouldn't have turned

our heads if we'd seen Hood and the rest of 'em come riding after us on seahorses, with warrants as big as the

mainsail. Jim made sure he was going to die straight off, and the pair of us wished we'd never seen Outer

Back Momberah, nor Hood's cattle, nor Starlight, nor Warrigal. We almost made up our minds to keep

straight and square to the last day of our lives. However, the wind died down a bit next day, and we both felt

a lot better better in body and worse in mind as often happens. Before we got to Melbourne we could

eat and drink, smoke and gamble, and were quite ourselves again. We'd laid it out to have a reg'lar good

month of it in town, takin' it easy, and stopping nice and quiet at a good hotel, havin' some reasonable

pleasure. Why shouldn't we see a little life? We'd got the cash, and we'd earned that pretty hard. It's the

hardest earned money of all, that's got on the cross, if fellows only knew, but they never do till it's too late.

When we got tired of doing nothing, and being in a strange place, we'd get across the border, above Albury

somewhere, and work on the mountain runs till shearing came round again; and we could earn a fairish bit of

money. Then we'd go home for Christmas after it was all over, and see mother and Aileen again. How glad

and frightened they'd be to see us. It wouldn't be safe altogether, but go we would.

We got to Melbourne all right, and though it's a different sort of a place from Sydney, it's a jolly enough town

for a couple of young chaps with money in their pockets. Most towns are, for the matter of that. We took it

easy, and didn't go on the spree or do anything foolish. No, we weren't altogether so green as that. We looked

out for a quiet place to lodge, near the sea St. Kilda they call it, in front of the beach and we went

about and saw all the sights, and for a time managed to keep down the thought that perhaps sooner or later

we'd be caught, and have to stand our trial for this last affair of ours, and maybe one or two others. It wasn't a

nice thing to think of; and now and then it used to make both of us take an extra drop of grog by way of

driving the thoughts of it out of our heads. That's the worst of not being straight and square. A man's almost

driven to drink when he can't keep from thinking of all sorts of miserable things day and night. We used to go

to the horseyards now and then, and the cattleyards too. It was like old times to see the fat cattle and sheep

penned up at Flemington, and the butchers riding out on their spicy nags or driving trotters. But their

cattleyards was twice as good as ours, and me and Jim used often to wonder why the Sydney people hadn't

managed to have something like them all these years, instead of the miserable cockatoo things at Homebush

However, one day, as we was sitting on the rails, talking away quite comfortable, we heard one butcher say to

another, `My word, this is a smart bit of cattleduffing a thousand head too!' `What's that?' says the other

man. `Why, haven't you heard of it?' says the first one, and he pulls a paper out of his pocket, with this in big

letters: `Great Cattle Robbery. A thousand head of Mr. Hood's cattle were driven off and sold in Adelaide.

Warrants are out for the suspected parties, who are supposed to have left the colony.' Here was a bit of news!

We felt as if we could hardly help falling off the rails; but we didn't show it, of course, and sat there for

halfanhour, talking to the buyers and sellers and cracking jokes like the others. But we got away home as

Warrants were out, of course, for Starlight, and us too. He was known, and so were we. Our descriptions were

sure to be ready to send out all over the country. Warrigal they mightn't have noticed. It was common enough

to have a black boy or a halfcaste with a lot of travelling cattle. Father had not shown up much. He had an

old peajacket on, and they mightn't have dropped down to him or the three other chaps that were in it with

us; they were just like any other road hands. But about there being warrants out, with descriptions, in all the

colonies, for a man to be identified, but generally known as Starlight, and for Richard and James Marston, we

were as certain as that we were in St. Kilda, in a nice quiet little inn, overlooking the beach; and what a

Leave the place we had to do at once. It wouldn't do to be strollin' about Melbourne with the chance of every

policeman we met taking a look at us to see if we tallied with a full description they had at the office:

`Richard and James Marston are twentyfive and twentytwo, respectively; both tall and strongly built;

having the appearance of bushmen. Richard Marston has a scar on left temple. James Marston has lost a front

tooth,' and so on. When we came to think of it, they couldn't be off knowing us, if they took it into their heads

to bail us up any day. They had our height and make. We couldn't help looking like bushmen like men

that had been in the open air all their lives, and that had a look as if saddle and bridle rein were more in our

way than the spade and ploughhandle. We couldn't wash the tan off our skins; faces, necks, arms, all

showed pretty well that we'd come from where the sun was hot, and that we'd had our share of it. They had

my scar, got in a row, and Jim's front tooth, knocked out by a fall from a horse when he was a boy; there was

`It was time for us to go, my boys,' as the song the Yankee sailor sung us one night runs, and then, which way

to go? Every ship was watched that close a strange rat couldn't get a passage, and, besides, we had that

feeling we didn't like to clear away altogether out of the old country; there was mother and Aileen still in it,

and every man, woman, and child that we'd known ever since we were born. A chap feels that, even if he ain't

much good other ways. We couldn't stand the thought of clearin' out for America, as Starlight advised us. It

was like death to us, so we thought we'd chance it somewhere in Australia for a bit longer.

Now where we put up a good many drovers from Gippsland used to stay, as they brought in cattle from there.

The cattle had to be brought over Swanston Street Bridge and right through the town after twelve o'clock at

night. We'd once or twice, when we'd been out late, stopped to look at them, and watched the big heavy

bullocks and fat cows staring and starting and slipping all among the lamps and pavements, with the street all

so strange and quiet, and laughed at the notion of some of the shopkeepers waking up and seeing a couple of

hundred wild cattle, with three or four men behind 'em, shouldering and horning one another, then rushing

Some of these chaps, seeing we was cattlemen and knew most things in that line, used to open out about

where they'd come from, and what a grand place Gippsland was splendid grass country, rivers that run all

the year round, great fattening country; and snowy mountains at the back, keeping everything cool in the

summer. Some of the mountain country, like Omeo, that they talked a lot of, seemed about one of the most

outoftheway places in the world. More than that, you could get back to old New South Wales by way of

Going away was easy enough, in a manner of speaking; but we'd been a month in Melbourne, and when you

mind that we were not badlooking chaps, fairishly dressed, and with our pockets full of money, it was only

what might be looked for if we had made another friend or two besides Mrs. Morrison, the landlady of our

inn, and Gippsland drovers. When we had time to turn round a bit in Melbourne of course we began to make

a few friends. Wherever a man goes, unless he keeps himself that close that he won't talk to any one or let any

one talk to him, he's sure to find some one he likes to be with better than another. If he's old and done with

most of his fancies, except smokin' and drinkin' it's a man. If he's young and got his life before him it's a

woman. So Jim and I hadn't been a week in Melbourne before we fell across a couple of well, friends

that we were hard set to leave. It was a way of mine to walk down to the beach every evening and have a look

at the boats in the bay and the fishermen, if there were any anything that might be going on. Sometimes a

big steamer would be coming in, churning the water under her paddles and tearing up the bay like a hundred

bunyips. The first screwboat Jim and I saw we couldn't make out for the life of us what she moved by. We

thought all steamers had paddles. Then the sailing boats, flying before the breeze like seagulls, and the waves,

if it was a rough day, rolling and beating and thundering on the beach. I generally stayed till the stars came

out before I went back to the hotel. Everything was so strange and new to a man who'd seen so little else

except green trees that I was never tired of watching, and wondering, and thinking what a little bit of a

shabby world chaps like us lived in that never seen anything but a slab hut, maybe, all the year round, and a

Sometimes I used to feel as if we hadn't done such a bad stroke in cutting loose from all this. But then the

horrible feeling would come back of never being safe, even for a day, of being dragged off and put in the

dock, and maybe shut up for years and years. Sometimes I used to throw myself down upon the sand and

curse the day when I ever did anything that I had any call to be ashamed of and put myself in the power of

Well, one day I was strolling along, thinking about these things, and wondering whether there was any other

country where a man could go and feel himself safe from being hounded down for the rest of his life, when I

saw a woman walking on the beach ahead of me. I came up with her before long, and as I passed her she

turned her head and I saw she was one of two girls that we had seen in the landlady's parlour one afternoon.

The landlady was a good, decent Scotch woman, and had taken a fancy to both of us (particularly to Jim

as usual). She thought she was that simple that we were upcountry squatters from some farback

place, or overseers. Something in the sheep or cattle line everybody could see that we were. There was no

hiding that. But we didn't talk about ourselves overmuch, for very good reasons. The less people say the more

others will wonder and guess about you. So we began to be looked upon as bosses of some sort, and to be

treated with a lot of respect that we hadn't been used to much before. So we began to talk a bit natural

enough this girl and I. She was a goodlooking girl, with a wonderful fresh clear skin, full of life and

spirits, and pretty well taught. She and her sister had not been a long time in the country; their father was

dead, and they had to live by keeping a very small shop and by dressmaking. They were some kind of cousins

of the landlady and the same name, so they used to come and see her of evenings and Sundays. Her name was

Kate Morrison and her sister's was Jeanie. This and a lot more she told me before we got back to the hotel,

After this we began to be a deal better acquainted. It all came easy enough. The landlady thought she was

doing the girls a good turn by putting them in the way of a couple of hardworking welltodo fellows like

us; and as Jim and the younger one, Jeanie, seemed to take a fancy to each other, Mrs. Morrison used to make

up boating parties, and we soon got to know each other well enough to be joked about falling in love and all

After a bit we got quite into the way of calling for Kate and Jeanie after their day's work was done, and taking

them out for a walk. I don't know that I cared so much for Kate in those days anyhow, but by degrees we got

to think that we were what people call in love with each other. It went deeper with her than me, I think. It

mostly does with women. I never really cared for any woman in the world except Gracey Storefield, but she

was far away, and I didn't see much likelihood of my being able to live in that part of the world, much less to

settle down and marry there. So, though we'd broken a sixpence together and I had my half, I looked upon

her as ever so much beyond me and out of my reach, and didn't see any harm in amusing myself with any

So, partly from idleness, partly from liking, and partly seeing that the girl had made up her mind to throw in

her lot with me for good and all, I just took it as it came; but it meant a deal more than that, if I could have

I hadn't seen a great many women, and had made up my mind that, except a few bad ones, they was mostly of

one sort good to lead, not hard to drive, and, above all, easy to see through and understand.

I often wonder what there was about this Kate Morrison to make her so different from other women; but she

was born unlike them, I expect. Anyway, I never met another woman like her. She wasn't outandout

handsome, but there was something very taking about her. Her figure was pretty near as good as a woman's

could be; her step was light and active; her feet and hands were small, and she took a pride in showing them.

I never thought she had any temper different from other women; but if I'd noticed her eyes, surely I'd have

seen it there. There was something very strange and out of the way about them. They hardly seemed so bright

when you looked at them first; but by degrees, if she got roused and set up about anything, they'd begin to

burn with a steady sort of glitter that got fiercer and brighter till you'd think they'd burn everything they

looked at. The light in them didn't go out again in a hurry, either. It seemed as if those wonderful eyes would

I didn't find out all about her nature at once trust a woman for that. Vain and fond of pleasure I could see

she was; and from having been always poor, in a worrying, miserable, illcontented way, she had got to be

hungry for money and jewels and fine clothes; just like a person that's been starved and shivering with cold

longs for a fire and a full meal and a warm bed. Some people like these things when they can get them; but

others never seem to think about anything else, and would sell their souls or do anything in the whole world

to get what their hearts are set on. When men are like this they're dangerous, but they hardly hurt anybody,

only themselves. When women are born with hearts of this sort it's a bad lookout for everybody they come

near. Kate Morrison could see that I had money. She thought I was rich, and she made up her mind to attract

me, and go shares in my property, whatever it might be. She won over her younger sister, Jeanie, to her plans,

and our acquaintance was part of a regular putup scheme. Jeanie was a soft, goodtempered, goodhearted

girl, with beautiful fair hair, blue eyes, and the prettiest mouth in the world. She was as good as she was

pretty, and would have worked away without grumbling in that dismal little shop from that day to this, if

she'd been let alone. She was only just turned seventeen. She soon got to like Jim a deal too well for her own

good, and used to listen to his talk about the country across the border, and such simple yarns as he could tell

her, poor old Jim! until she said she'd go and live with him under a saltbush if he'd come back and marry her

after Christmas. And of course he did promise. He didn't see any harm in that. He intended to come back if he

could, and so did I for that matter. Well, the long and short of it was that we were both regularly engaged and

had made all kinds of plans to be married at Christmas and go over to Tasmania or New Zealand, when this

terrible blow fell upon us like a shell. I did see one explode at a review in Melbourne and, my word! what

Well, we had to let Kate and Jeanie know the best way we could that our business required us to leave

It was terrible hard work to make out any kind of a story that would do. Kate questioned and

crossquestioned me about the particular kind of business that called us away like a lawyer (I've seen plenty

of that since) until at last I was obliged to get a bit cross and refuse to answer any more questions.

Jeanie took it easier, and was that downhearted and miserable at parting with Jim that she hadn't the heart to

ask any questions of any one, and Jim looked about as dismal as she did. They sat with their hands in each

other's till it was nearly twelve o'clock, when the old mother came and carried the girls off to bed. We had to

start at daylight next morning; but we made up our minds to leave them a hundred pounds apiece to keep for

us until we came back, and promised if we were alive to be at St. Kilda next January, which they had to be

Jeanie did not want to take the money; but Jim said he'd very likely lose it, and so persuaded her.

We were miserable and lowspirited enough ourselves at the idea of going away all in a hurry. We had come

to like Melbourne, and had bit by bit cheated ourselves into thinking that we might live comfortably and

settle down in Victoria, out of reach of our enemies, and perhaps live and die unsuspected.

From this dream we were roused up by the confounded advertisement. Detectives and constables would be

seen to be pretty thick in all the colonies, and we could not reasonably expect not to be taken some time or

We thought it over and over again, in every way. The more we thought over it the more dangerous it seemed

to stop in Melbourne. There was only one thing for it, that was to go straight out of the country. The

Gippsland men were the only bushmen we knew at all well, and perhaps that door might shut soon.

So we paid our bill. They thought us a pair of quiet, respectable chaps at that hotel, and never would believe

otherwise. People may say what they like, but it's a great thing to have some friends that can say of you

`Well, I never knew no harm of him; a better tempered chap couldn't be; and all the time we knowed him he

was that particular about his bills and money matters that a banker couldn't have been more regular. He may

have had his faults, but we never seen 'em. I believe a deal that was said of him wasn't true, and nothing won't

These kind of people will stand up for you all the days of your life, and stick to you till the very last moment,

no matter what you turn out to be. Well, there's something pleasant in it; and it makes you think human nature

ain't quite such a low and paltry thing as some people tries to make out. Anyhow, when we went away our

good little landlady and her sister was that sorry to lose us, as you'd have thought they was our blood

relations. As for Jim, every one in the house was fit to cry when he went off, from the dogs and cats upwards.

Jim never was in no house where everybody didn't seem to take naturally to him. Poor old Jim!

We bought a couple of horses, and rode away down to Sale with these chaps that had sold their cattle in

Melbourne and was going home. It rained all the way, and it was the worst road by chalks we'd ever seen in

our lives; but the soil was wonderful, and the grass was something to talk about; we'd hardly ever seen

anything like it. A few thousand acres there would keep more stock than half the country we'd been used to.

We didn't stay more than a day or so in Sale. Every morning at breakfast some one was sure to turn up the

paper and begin jabbering about the same old infernal business, Hood's cattle, and what a lot were taken, and

We heard of a job at Omeo while we were in Sale, which we thought would just about suit us. All the cattle

on a run there were to be mustered and delivered to a firm of stock agents that had bought them; they wanted

people to do it by contract at so much a head. Anybody who took it must have money enough to buy stock

horses. The price per head was pretty fair, what would pay well, and we made up our minds to go in for it.

So we made a bargain; bought two more horses each, and started away for Omeo. It was near 200 miles from

where we were. We got up there all right, and found a great rich country with a big lake, I don't know how

many feet above the sea. The cattle were as wild as hares, but the country was pretty good to ride over. We

were able to keep our horses in good condition in the paddocks, and when we had mustered the whole lot we

It was a little bit strange buckling to after the easy life we'd led for the last few months; but after a day or two

we found ourselves as good men as ever, and could spin over the limestone boulders and through the thick

mountain timber as well as ever we did. A man soon gets right again in the fresh air of the bush; and as it

used to snow there every now and then the air was pretty fresh, you bet, particularly in the mornings and

After we'd settled up we made up our minds to get as far as Monaro, and wait there for a month or two. After

that we might go in for the shearing till Christmas, and then whatever happened we would both make a strike

We tried as well as we could to keep away from the large towns and the regular mail coach road. We worked

on runs where the snow came down every now and then in such a way as to make us think that we might be

snowed up alive some fine morning. It was very slow and tedious work, but the newspapers seldom came

there, and we were not worried day after day with telegrams about our Adelaide stroke, and descriptions of

Starlight's own look and way of speaking. We got into the old way of working hard all day and sleeping well

at night. We could eat and drink well; the corned beef and the damper were good, and Jim, like when we

were at the back of Boree when Warrigal came, wished that we could stick to this kind of thing always, and

But it couldn't be done. We had to leave and go shearing when the spring came on. We did go, and went from

one big station to the other when the spring was regularly on and shearers were scarce. By and by the weather

`I don't care,' says Jim, `if there's a policeman standing at every corner of the street, I must make a start for

home. They may catch us, but our chance is a pretty good one; and I'd just as soon be lagged outright as have

to hide and keep dark and moulder away life in some of these Godforsaken spots.'

So we made up to start for home and chance it. We worked our way by degrees up the Snowy River, by

Buchan and Galantapee, and gradually made towards Balooka and Buckley's Crossing. On the way we

`My word, Dick,' said Jim one day, as we were walking along and leading our horses, `we could find a place

here if we were hard pushed near as good for hiding in as the Hollow. Look at that bit of tableland that runs

up towards Black Mountain, any man that could find a track up to it might live there for a year and all the

`That long chap we stayed with at Wargulmerang told us that there were wild cattle on all those tablelands.

Often they get snowed up in winter and die, making a circle in the snow. Then fish in all the creeks, besides

the old Snowy, and there are places on the south side of him that people didn't see once in five years. I

believe I shall make a camp for myself on the way, and live in it till they've forgot all about these cursed

One blazing hot day in the Christmas week Jim and I rode up the `gap' that led from the Southern road

towards Rocky Creek and the little flat near the water where our hut stood. The horses were tired, for we'd

ridden a long way, and not very slow either, to get to the old place. How small and queer the old homestead

looked, and everything about it after all we had seen. The trees in the garden were in full leaf, and we could

see that it was not let go to waste. Mother was sitting in the verandah sewing, pretty near the same as we went

away, and a girl was walking slowly up from the creek carrying a bucket of water. It was Aileen. We knew

her at once. She was always as straight as a rush, and held her head high, as she used to do; but she walked

very slow, and looked as if she was dull and weary of everything. All of a sudden Jim jumped off, dropped

his horse's bridle on the ground, and started to run towards her. She didn't see him till he was pretty close;

then she looked up astonishedlike, and put her bucket down. She gave a sudden cry and rushed over to him;

I came along quiet. I knew she'd be glad to see me but, bless you, she and mother cared more for Jim's

little finger than for my whole body. Some people have a way of gettin' the biggest share of nearly

everybody's liking that comes next or anigh 'em. I don't know how it's done, or what works it. But so it is; and

Jim could always count on every man, woman, and child, wherever he lived, wearing his colours and backing

`Oh, Jim, my dear old Jim! now I'll die happy; mother and I were only talking of you today, and wondering

whether we should see you at Christmas and now you have come. Oh, Dick! and you too. But we shall be

`Well, we're here now, Aileen, and that's something. I had a great notion of clearing out for San Francisco

We walked up to the house, leading our horses, Jim and Aileen hand in hand. Mother looked up and gave a

`Mother of Mercy! I vowed to you for this,' she said; `sure she hears our prayers. I wanted to see ye both

before I died, and I didn't think you'd come. I was afraid ye'd be dreadin' the police, and maybe stay away for

We went in and enjoyed our tea. We had had nothing to eat that day since breakfast; but better than all was

Aileen's pleasant, clever tongue, though she said it was getting stiff for want of exercise. She wanted to know

all about our travels, and was never tired of listening to Jim's stories of the wonders we had seen in the great

`Oh! how happy you must have been!' she would say, `while we have been pining and wearying here, all

through last spring and summer, and then winter again cold and miserable it was last year; and now

Christmas has come again. Don't go away again for a good while, or mother and I'll die straight out.'

Well, what could we say? Tell her we'd never go away at all if we could help it only she must be a good

girl and make the best of things, for mother's sake? When had she seen father last?

`Oh! he was away a good while once; that time you and Jim were at Mr. Falkland's back country. You must

have had a long job then; no wonder you've got such good clothes and look so smartened up like. He comes

`Oh! about a month ago. He said he might be here about Christmas; but he wasn't sure. And so you saved

Miss Falkland from being killed off her horse, Jim? Tell me all about it, like a good boy, and what sort of a

`All right,' said Jim. `I'll unload the story bag before we get through; there's a lot in there yet; but I want to

`Oh! he's just the same good, kind, steadygoing fellow he always was,' says she. `I don't know what we

should do without him when you're away. He comes and helps with the cows now and then. Two of the

horses got into Bargo pound, and he went and released them for us. Then a storm blew off best part of the

roof of the barn, and the bit of wheat would have been spoiled only for him. He's the best friend we have.'

`You'd better make sure of him for good and all,' I said. `I suppose he's pretty welltodo now with that new

`Oh! you saw that,' she said. `Yes; he bought out the Cumberers. They never did any good with Honeysuckle

Flat, though the land was so good. He's going to lay it all down in lucerne, he says.'

`And then he'll smarten up the cottage, and sister Aileen 'll go over, and live in it,' says Jim; `and a better

`I don't know,' she said. `Poor George, I wish I was fonder of him. There never was a better man, I believe;

but I cannot leave mother yet, so it's no use talking.' Then she got up and went in.

`That's the way of the world,' says Jim. `George worships the ground she treads on, and she can't make

herself care two straws about him. Perhaps she will in time. She'll have the best home and the best chap in the

`There's a deal of "if" in this world,' I said; `and "if" we're "copped" on account of that last job, I'd like to

`We might have done that, and not killed ourselves with work either,' said Jim, rather sulkily for him; and he

I thought, too, how we might have been ten times, twenty times, as happy if we'd only kept on steady

dingdong work, like George Storefield, having patience and seeing ourselves get better off even a little

year by year. What had he come to? And what lay before us? And though we were that fond of poor

mother and Aileen that we would have done anything in the world for them that is, we would have given

our lives for them any day yet we had left them father, Jim, and I to lead this miserable, lonesome

life, looked down upon by a lot of people not half good enough to tie their shoes, and obliged to a neighbour

Jim and I thought we'd chance a few days at home, no matter what risk we ran; but still we knew that if

warrants were out the old home would be well watched, and that it was the first place the police would come

to. So we made up our minds not to sleep at home, but to go away every night to an old deserted shepherd's

hut, a couple of miles up the gully, that we used to play in when we were boys. It had been strongly built at

first; time was not much matter then, and there were no wages to speak of, so that it was a good shelter. The

weather was that hot, too, it was just as pleasant sleeping under a tree as anywhere else. So we didn't show at

home more than one at a time, and took care to be ready for a bolt at any time, day or night, when the police

might show themselves. Our place was middling clear all round now, and it was hard for any one on

horseback to get near it without warning; and if we could once reach the gully we knew we could run faster

One night, latish, just as we were walking off to our hut there was a scratching at the door; when we opened it

there was old Crib! He ran up to both of us and smelt round our legs for a minute to satisfy himself; then

jumped up once to each of us as if he thought he ought to do the civil thing, wagged his stump of a tail, and

laid himself down. He was tired, and had come a long way. We could see that, and that he was footsore too.

We knew that father wasn't so very far off, and would soon be in. If there'd been anybody strange there Crib

would have run back fast enough; then father'd have dropped there was something up and not shown. No fear

of the dog not knowing who was right and who wasn't. He could tell every sort of a man a mile off, I believe.

He knew the very walk of the police troopers' horses, and would growl, father said, if he heard their hoofs

About a quarter of an hour after father walks in, quiet as usual. Nothing never made no difference to him,

except he thought it was worth while. He was middlin' glad to see us, and behaved kind enough to mother, so

the poor soul looked quite happy for her. It was little enough of that she had for her share. By and by father

It was a brightish kind of starlight night. As we walked down to the creek I thought how often Jim and I had

come out on just such a night 'possum hunting, and came home so tired that we were hardly able to pull our

boots off. Then we had nothing to think about when we woke in the morning but to get in the cows; and

didn't we enjoy the fresh butter and the damper and bacon and eggs at breakfast time! It seems to me the

older people get the more miserable they get in this world. If they don't make misery for themselves other

people do it for 'em; or just when everything's going straight, and they're doing their duty firstrate and all

that, some accident happens 'em just as if they was the worst people in the world. I can't make it out at all.

`Well, boys,' says dad, `you've been lucky so far; suppose you had a pretty good spree in Melbourne? You

seen the game was up by the papers, didn't you? But why didn't you stay where you were?'

`Why, of course, that brought us away,' says Jim; `we didn't want to be fetched back in irons, and thought

`But even if they'd grabbed Starlight,' says the old man, `you'd no call to be afeard. Not much chance of his

`You don't mean to say there ain't warrants against us and the rest of the lot?' I said.

`There's never a warrant out agin any one but Starlight,' said the old man. `I've had the papers read to me

regular, and I rode over to Bargo and saw the reward of 200 Pounds (a chap alongside of me read it) as is

offered for a man generally known as Starlight, supposed to have left the country; but not a word about you

`So we might as well have stayed where we were, Jim.' Jim gave a kind of groan. `Still, when you look at it,

isn't it queer,' I went on, `that they should only spot Starlight and leave us out? It looks as if they was keepin'

`It's this way I worked it,' says father, rubbing his tobacco in his hands the old way, and bringing out his pipe:

`they couldn't be off marking down Starlight along of his carryin' on so. Of course he drawed notice to

himself all roads. But the rest of us only come in with the mob, and soon as they was sold stashed the camp

and cleared out different ways. Them three fellers is in Queensland long ago, and nobody was to know them

from any other road hands. I was back with the old mare and Bilbah in mighty short time. I rode 'em night

and day, turn about, and they can both travel. You kept pretty quiet, as luck had it, and was off to Melbourne

quick. I don't really believe they dropped to any of us, bar Starlight; and if they don't nab him we might get

shut of it altogether. I've known worse things as never turned up in this world, and never will now.' Here the

old man showed his teeth as if he were going to laugh, but thought better of it.

`Anyhow, we'd made it up to come home at Christmas,' says Jim; `but it's all one. It would have saved us a

deal of trouble in our minds all the same if we'd known there was no warrants out after us two. I wonder if

`They can't be well off it,' says father. `He's gone off his head, and stopped in some swell town in New

Zealand Canterbury, I think it's called livin' tiptop among a lot of young English swells, instead of

`I know, and that's enough,' snarls father. `I hear a lot in many ways about things and people that no one

guesses on, and I know this that he's pretty well marked down by old Stillbrook the detective as went

`Yes, of course, as soon as I heard tell; but it's too late, I'm thinking. He has the devil's luck as well as his

`I believe you're the smartest man of the crowd, dad,' says Jim, laying his hand on father's shoulder. He could

pretty nigh get round the old chap once in a way, could Jim, surly as he was. `What do you think we'd better

Father shook off his hand, but not roughly, and his voice wasn't so hard when he said

`Why, stop at home quiet, of course, and sleep in your beds at night. Don't go planting in the gully, or some

one 'll think you're wanted, and let on to the police. Ride about the country till I give you the office. Never

fear but I'll have word quick enough. Go about and see the neighbours round just as usual.'

Jim and I was quite stunned by this bit of news; no doubt we was pretty sorry as ever we left Melbourne, but

there was nothing for it now but to follow it out. After all, we were at home, and it was pleasant to think we

wouldn't be hunted for a bit and might ride about the old place and enjoy ourselves a bit. Aileen was as happy

as the day was long, and poor mother used to lay her head on Jim's neck and cry for joy to have him with her.

Even father used to sit in the front, under the quinces, and smoke his pipe, with old Crib at his feet, most as if

he thought he was happy. I wonder if he ever looked back to the days when he was a farmin' boy and hadn't

took to poaching? He must have been a smart, handy kind of lad, and what a different look his face must have

We had our own horses in pretty good trim, so we foraged up Aileen's mare, and made it up to ride over to

George Storefield's, and gave him a lookup. He'd been away when we came, and now we heard he was

`George has been doing well all this time, of course,' I said. `I expect he'll turn squatter some day and be

`Like enough,' says Jim. `More than one we could pick began lower down than him, and sits on the Bench

and gives coves like us a turn when we're brought up before 'em. Fancy old George sayin', "Is anything

known, constable, of this prisoner's anterseedents?" as I heard old Higgler say one day at Bargo.'

`Why do you make fun of these things, Jim, dear?' says Aileen, looking so solemn and mournful like.

`Oughtn't a steady worker to rise in life, and isn't it sad to see cleverer men and better workers if they

`Why wasn't your roan mare born black or chestnut?' says Jim, laughing, and pretending to touch her up.

`Poor Lowan,' says she, patting the mare's smooth neck (she was a wonderful neat, wellbred, dark roan, with

black points one of dad's, perhaps, that he'd brought her home one time he was in special good humour

about something. Where she was bred or how, nobody ever knew); `she was born pretty and good. How little

trouble her life gives her. It's a pity we can't all say as much, or have as little on our minds.'

`Whose fault's that?' says Jim. `The dingo must live as well as the collie or the sheep either. One's been made

just the same as the other. I've often watched a dingo turn round twice, and then pitch himself down in the

long grass like as if he was dead. He's not a bad sort, old dingo, and has a good time of it as long as it lasts.'

`Yes, till he's trapped or shot or poisoned some day, which he always is,' said Aileen bitterly. `I wonder any

man should be content with a wicked life and a shameful death.' And she struck Lowan with a switch, and

spun down the slope of the hill between the trees like a foresterdoe with the hunterhound behind her.

When we came up with her she was all right again, and tried to smile. Whatever put her out for the time she

always worked things by kindness, and would lead us straight if she could. Driven, she knew we couldn't be;

and I believe she did us about ten times as much good that way as if she had scolded and raged, or even

When we rode up to Mr. Storefield's farm we were quite agreeable and pleasant again, Jim makin' believe his

horse could walk fastest, and saying that her mare's pace was only a double shuffle of an amble like Bilbah's,

and she declaring that the mare's was a true walk and so it was. The mare could do pretty well everything

Old Mrs. Storefield was pottering about in the garden with a big sunbonnet on. She was a great woman for

`Come along in, Aileen, my dear,' she said. `Gracey's in the dairy; she'll be out directly. George only came

home yesterday. Who be these you've got with ye? Why, Dick!' she says, lookin' again with her sharp, old,

gray eyes, `it's you, boy, is it? Well, you've changed a deal too; and Jim too. Is he as full of mischief as ever?

Well, God bless you, boys, I wish you well! I wish you well. Come in out of the sun, Aileen; and one of you

Aileen had jumped down by this time, and had thrown her rein to Jim, so we rode up to the stable, and a very

good one it was, not long put up, that we could see. How the place had changed, and how different it was

from ours! We remembered the time when their hut wasn't a patch on ours, when old Isaac Storefield, that

had been gardener at Mulgoa to some of the big gentlemen in the old days, had saved a bit of money and

taken up a farm; but bit by bit their place had been getting better and bigger every year, while ours had stood

George Storefield's place, for the old man was dead and all the place belonged to him and Gracey, quite

stunned Jim and me. We'd been away more than a year, and he'd pulled down the old fences and put up new

ones firstrate work it was too; he was always a dead hand at splitting. Then there was a big hayshed,

chockfull of good sweet hay and wheat sheaves, and, last of all, the new stable, with six stalls and a loft

above, and racks, all built of ironbark slabs, as solid and reg'lar as a church, Jim said.

They'd a good sixroomed cottage and a new garden fence ever so long. There were more fruit trees in the

garden and a lot of good draught horses standing about, that looked well, but as if they'd come off a journey.

The stable door opens, and out comes old George as hearty as ever, but looking full of business.

`Glad to see you, boys,' he says; `what a time you've been away! Been away myself these three months with a

lot of teams carrying. I've taken greatly to the business lately. I'm just settling up with my drivers, but put the

horses in, there's chaff and corn in the mangers, and I'll be down in a few minutes. It's well on to dinnertime,

We took the bridles off and tied up the horses there was any amount of feed for them and strolled

`Wonder whether Gracey's as nice as she used to be,' says Jim. `Next to Aileen I used to think she wasn't to

be beat. When I was a little chap I believed you and she must be married for certain. And old George and

`The first two don't look like coming off,' I said. `You're the likeliest man to marry and settle if Jeanie sticks

`She'd better go down to the pier and drown herself comfortably,' said Jim. `If she knew what was before us

all, perhaps she would. Poor little Jeanie! We'd no right to drag other people into our troubles. I believe we're

`You won't think so when it comes, old man,' I said. `Don't bother your head it ain't the best part of you

about things that can't be helped. We're not the only horses that can't be kept on the course with a good

`"They want shooting like the dingoes," as Aileen said. They're never no good, except to ruin those that back

'em and disgrace their owners and the stable they come out of. That's our sort, all to pieces. Well, we'd better

When we went away last Grace Storefield was a little over seventeen, so now she was nineteen all out, and a

fine girl she'd grown. Though I never used to think her a beauty, now I almost began to think she must be.

She wasn't tall, and Aileen looked slight alongside of her; but she was wonderful fair and fresh coloured for

an Australian girl, with a lot of soft brown hair and a pair of clear blue eyes that always looked kindly and

honestly into everybody's face. Every look of her seemed to wish to do you good and make you think that

nothing that wasn't square and right and honest and true could live in the same place with her.

`Well, Dick, so you're back again. You must have been to the end of the world, and Jim, too. I'm very glad to

She looked into my face with that pleased look that put me in mind of her when she was a little child and

used to come toddling up to me, staring and smiling all over her face the moment she saw me. Now she was a

grown woman, and a sweetlooking one too. I couldn't lift her up and kiss her as I used to do, but I felt as if I

should like to do it all the same. She was the only creature in the whole world, I think, that liked me better

than Jim. I'd been trying to drive all thoughts of her out of my heart, seeing the tangle I'd got into in more

ways than one; but now the old feeling which had been a part of me ever since I'd grown up came rushing

`Dick doesn't remember you, Gracey. You've grown such a swell, too. You can't be the little girl we used to

`Dick remembers very well,' she says, and her very voice was ever so much fuller and softer, `don't you,

Dick?' and she looked into my face as innocent as a child. `I don't think he could pull me out of the water and

`You tumble in and we'll try,' says Jim; `first man to keep you for good eh, Gracey? It's fine hot weather,

`You're just as saucy as ever, Jim,' says she, blushing and smiling. `I see George coming, so I must go and

fetch in dinner. Aileen's going to help me instead of mother. You must tell us all about your travels when we

When George came in he began to talk to make up for lost time, and told us where he had been a long

way out in some new back country, just taken up with sheep. He had got a firstrate paying price for his

`I intend to do it every year for a bit,' he said. `I can breed and feed a good stamp of draught horse here. I pay

drivers for three waggons and drive the fourth myself. It pays firstrate so far, and we had very fair feed all

`We shall have to carry forage, of course; but then carriage will be higher, and it will come to the same thing.

I don't like being so long away from home; but it pays firstrate, and I think I see a way to its paying better

`So you've ridden over to show them the way, Aileen,' he said, as the girls came in; `very good of you it was.

`I never forget the way to a friend's place, George,' she said, `and you've been our best friend while these

naughty boys have left mother and me so long by ourselves. But you've been away yourself.'

`Only four months,' he said; `and after a few more trips I shan't want to go away any more.'

`That will be a good day for all of us,' she said. `You know, Gracey, we can't do without George, can we? I

`He wouldn't have gone away at all if you'd held up your little finger, you know that, you hardhearted girl,'

`Oh! I couldn't interfere with Mr. Storefield's business,' said Aileen, looking very grave. `What kind of a

`Not a bad place for sheep and cattle and blacks,' said poor George, looking rather glum; `and not a bad

country to make money or do anything but live in, but that hot and dry and full of flies and mosquitoes that

I'd sooner live on a pound a week down here than take a good station as a present there. That is, if I was

There never was a greater mistake in the world, I believe, than for a man to let a woman know how much he

cares for her. It's right enough if she's made up her mind to take him, no odds what happens. But if there's any

halfandhalf feeling in her mind about him, and she's uncertain and doubtful whether she likes him well

enough, all this downonyourknees business works against you, more than your worst enemy could do. I

didn't know so much about it then. I've found it out since, worse luck. And I really believe if George had had

the savey to crack himself up a little, and say he'd met a nice girl or two in the back country and hid his hand,

Aileen would have made it up with him that very Christmas, and been a happy woman all her life.

When old Mrs. Storefield came in she put us through our facings pretty brisk where we'd been, what we'd

done? What took us to Melbourne, how we liked it? What kind of people they were? and so on. We had to

tell her a good lot, part of it truth, of course, but pretty mixed. It made rather a good yarn, and I could see

Grace was listening with her heart as well as her ears. Jim said generally we met some very nice people in

I don't think I ever knew Jim do so much lying before; but after he'd begun he had to stick to it. He told me

afterwards he nearly broke down about the three daughters; but was rather proud of making the youngest the

`I can see Gracey's as fond of you as ever she was, Dick,' says he; `that's why she made me tell all those

crammers. It's an awful pity we can't all square it, and get spliced this Christmas. Aileen would take George if

she wasn't a fool, as most women are. I'd like to bring Jeanie up here, and join George in the carrying

business. It's going to be a big thing, I can see. You might marry Gracey, and look after both places while we

`The devil take her! and then he'd have a bargain. I wish you'd never dropped across her, and that she wasn't

Jeanie's sister,' blurts out Jim. `She'll bring bad luck among us before she's done, I feel, as sure as we're

`It's all a toss up like our lives; married or lagged, bushwork or roadwork (in irons), free or bond. We can't

`I've half a mind to shoot myself,' says Jim, `and end it all. I would, too, only for mother and Aileen. What's

the use of life that isn't life, but fear and misery, from one day's end to another, and we only just grown up?

We didn't ride home till quite the evening. Grace would have us stay for tea; it was a pretty hot day, so there

was no use riding in the sun. George saddled his horse, and he and Grace rode part of the way home with us.

He'd got regular sunburnt like us, and, as he could ride a bit, like most natives, he looked better outside of a

horse than on his own legs, being rather thickset and shortish; but his heart was in the right place, like his

sister's, and his head was screwed on right, too. I think more of old George now than I ever did before, and

wish I'd had the sense to value his independent straightahead nature, and the track it led him, as he deserved.

Jim and I rode in front, with Gracey between us. She had on a neat habit and a better hat and gloves than

Aileen, but nothing could ever give her the seat and hand and light, easy, graceful way with her in the saddle

that our girl had. All the same she could ride and drive too, and as we rode side by side in the twilight, talking

about the places I'd been to, and she wanting to know everything (Jim drew off a bit when the road got

narrow), I felt what a fool I'd been to let things slide, and would have given my right hand to have been able

At last we got to the Gap; it was the shortest halt from their home. George shook hands with Aileen, and

`All right,' I said, holding Grace's hand for a bit. And so we parted for how long, do you think?

When we got home it was pretty late, and the air was beginning to cool after the hot day. There was a low

moon, and everything showed out clear, so that you could see the smallest branches of the trees on Nulla

Mountain, where it stood like a dark cloudbank against the western sky. There wasn't the smallest breeze.

The air was that still and quiet you could have heard anything stir in the grass, or almost a 'possum digging

his claws into the smooth bark of the white gum trees. The curlews set up a cry from time to time; but they

didn't sound so queer and shrill as they mostly do at night. I don't know how it was, but everything seemed

quiet and pleasant and homelike, as if a chap might live a hundred years, if it was all like this, and keep

growing better and happier every day. I remember all this so particular because it was the only time I'd felt

`Oh! what a happy day I've had,' Aileen said, on a sudden. Jim and I and her had been riding a long spell

without speaking. `I don't know when I've enjoyed myself so much; I've got quite out of the way of being

happy lately, and hardly know the taste of it. How lovely it would be if you and Jim could always stay at

home like this, and we could do our work happy and comfortable together, without separating, and all this

deadly fear of something terrible happening, that's never out of my mind. Oh! Dick, won't you promise me to

stop quiet and work steady at home, if you if you and Jim haven't anything brought against you?'

She bent forward and looked into my face as she said this. I could see her eyes shine, and every word she said

seemed to come straight from her heart. How sad and pitiful she looked, and we felt for a moment just as we

did when we were boys, and she used to come and persuade us to go on with our work and not grieve mother,

Her mare, Lowan, was close alongside of my horse, stepping along at her fast tearing walk, throwing up her

head and snorting every now and then, but Aileen sat in her saddle better than some people can sit in a chair;

`We'll do all we can, Aileen dear, for you and poor mother, won't we, Jim?' I felt soft and downhearted then,

if ever I did. `But it's too late too late! You'll see us now and then; but we can't stop at home quiet, nor

work about here all the time as we used to do. That day's gone. Jim knows it as well as me. There's no help

for it now. We'll have to do like the rest enjoy ourselves a bit while we can, and stand up to our fight

She took her hand away, and rode on with her rein loose and her head down. I could see the tears falling

down her face, but after a bit she put herself to rights, and we rode quietly up to the door. Mother was

working away in her chair, and father walking up and down before the door smoking.

`I've got a bit of news for you, boys; Starlight's been took, and the darkie with him.'

`Where?' I said. Somehow I felt struck all of a heap by hearing this. I'd got out of the way of thinking they'd

drop on him. As for Jim, he heard it straight enough, but he went on whistling and patting the mare's neck,

teasing her like, because she was so uneasy to get her headstall off and run after the others.

`Why, in New Zealand, to be sure. The blamed fool stuck there all this time, just because he found himself

comfortably situated among people as he liked. I wonder how he'll fancy Berrima after it all? Sarves him well

`But how did you come to hear about it?' We knew father couldn't read nor write.

`I have a chap as is paid to read the papers reg'lar, and to put me on when there's anything in 'em as I want to

know. He's bin over here today and give me the office. Here's the paper he left.'

Father pulls out a crumpledup dirtylookin' bit of newspaper. It wasn't much to look at; but there was

enough to keep us in readin', and thinkin', too, for a good while, as soon as we made it out. In pretty big

Our readers may remember the description given in this journal, some months since, of a cattle robbery on

the largest scale, when upwards of a thousand head were stolen from one of Mr. Hood's stations, driven to

Adelaide, and then sold, by a party of men whose names have not as yet transpired. It is satisfactory to find

that the leader of the gang, who is well known to the police by the assumed name of `Starlight', with a

halfcaste lad recognised as an accomplice, has been arrested by this active officer. It appears that, from

information received, Detective Stillbrook went to New Zealand, and, after several months' patient search,

took his passage in the boat which left that colony, in order to meet the mail steamer, outward bound, for San

Francisco. As the passengers were landing he arrested a gentlemanlike and welldressed personage, who,

with his servant, was about to proceed to Menzies's Hotel. Considerable surprise was manifested by the other

passengers, with whom the prisoner had become universally popular. He indignantly denied all knowledge of

the charge; but we have reason to believe that there will be no difficulty as to identification. A large sum of

This looked bad; for a bit we didn't know what to think. While Jim and I was makin' it all out, with the help

of a bit of candle we smuggled out we dursn't take it inside father was smokin' his pipe in the old

fashion and saying nothing. When we'd done he put up his pipe in his pouch and begins to talk.

`It's come just as I said, and knowed it would, through Starlight's cussed flashness and carryin's on in fine

company. If he'd cleared out and made for the Islands as I warned him to do, and he settled to, or as good,

afore he left us that day at the camp, he'd been safe in some o' them 'Merikin places he was always gassin'

`He couldn't help that,' says Jim; `he thought they'd never know him from any other swell in Canterbury or

wherever he was. He's been took in like many another man. What I look at is this: he won't squeak. How are

`That's what I'm dubersome about,' says father, lightin' his pipe again. `Nobody down there got much of a

look at me, and I let my beard grow on the road and shaved clean soon's I got back, same as I always do.

`Nobody's likely to know but him and Warrigal. The knockabouts and those other three chaps won't come it

on us for their own sakes. We may as well stop here till Christmas is over and then make down to the

Barwon, or somewhere thereabouts. We could take a long job at droving till the derry's off a bit.'

`If you'll be said by me,' the old man growls out, `you'll make tracks for the Hollow afore daylight and keep

dark till we hear how the play goes. I know Starlight's as close as a springlock; but that chap Warrigal don't

cotton to either of you, and he's likely to give you away if he's pinched himself that's my notion of him.'

`Starlight 'll keep him from doing that,' Jim says; `the boy 'll do nothing his master don't agree to, and he'd

`Starlight and he ain't in the same cell, you take your oath. I don't trust no man except him. I'll be off now,

and if you'll take a fool's advice, though he is your father, you'll go too; we can be there by daylight.'

`We promised to stay Chris'mas with mother and Aileen,' says he, `and if all the devils in hell tried to stop us,

I wouldn't break my word. But we'll come to the Hollow on Boxing Day, won't we, Dick?'

`All right! It's only two or three days. The day after tomorrow's Chris'mas Eve. We'll chance that, as it's

`Take your own way,' growls father. `Fetch me my saddle. The old mare's close by the yard.'

Jim fetches the saddle and bridle, and Crib comes after him, out of the verandah, where he had been lying.

Bless you! he knew something was up. Just like a Christian he was, and nothing never happened that dad was

`Not another minute,' says the old man, and he whips the bridle out of Jim's hand and walks over to the old

`Goodbye,' he says, and he shook hands with both of us; `if I don't see you again I'll send you word if I hear

In another minute we heard the old mare's hoofs proceeding away among the rocks up the gully, and

Then we went in. Mother and Aileen had been in bed an hour ago, and all the better for them. Next morning

we told mother and Aileen that father had gone. They didn't say much. They were used to his ways. They

never expected him till they saw him, and had got out of the fashion of asking why he did this or that. He had

reasons of his own, which he never told them, for going or coming, and they'd left off troubling their heads

about it. Mother was always in dread while he was there, and they were far easier in their minds when he was

As for us, we had made up our minds to enjoy ourselves while we could, and we had come to his way of

thinking, that most likely nothing was known of our being in the cattle affair that Starlight and the boy had

been arrested for. We knew nothing would drag it out of Starlight about his pals in this or any other job. Now

they'd got him, it would content them for a bit, and maybe take off their attention from us and the others that

There were two days to Christmas. Next day George and his sister would be over, and we all looked forward

to that for a good reminder of old times. We were going to have a merry Christmas at home for once in a

way. After that we would clear out and get away to some of the far out stations, where chaps like ourselves

always made to when they wanted to keep dark. We might have the luck of other men that we had known of,

and never be traced till the whole thing had died out and been halfforgotten. Though we didn't say much to

each other we had pretty well made up our minds to go straight from this out. We might take up a bit of back

country, and put stock on it with some of the money we had left. Lots of men had begun that way that had

things against them as bad as us, and had kept steady, and worked through in course of time. Why shouldn't

we as well as others? We wanted to see what the papers said of us, so we rode over to a little post town we

We have heard from time to time of cattle being stolen in lots of reasonable size, say from ten to one hundred,

or even as high as two hundred head at the outside. But we never expected to have to record the erecting of a

substantial stockyard and the carrying off and disposing of a whole herd, estimated at a thousand or eleven

hundred head, chiefly the property of one proprietor. Yet this has been done in New South Wales, and done,

we regret to say, cleverly and successfully. It has just transpired, beyond all possibility of mistake, that Mr.

Hood's Outer Back Momberah run has suffered to that extent in the past winter. The stolen herd was driven to

Adelaide, and there sold openly. The money was received by the robbers, who were permitted to decamp at

When we mention the name of the notorious `Starlight', no one will be surprised that the deed was planned,

carried out, and executed with consummate address and completeness. It seems matter of regret that we

cannot persuade this illustrious depredator to take the command of our police force, that body of lifeassurers

and propertyprotectors which has proved so singularly ineffective as a preventive service in the present

case. On the wellknown proverbial principle we might hope for the best results under Mr. Starlight's

intelligent supervision. We must not withhold our approval as to one item of success which the force has

scored. Starlight himself and a halfcaste henchman have been cleverly captured by Detective Stillbrook, just

as the former, who has been ruffling it among the `aristocratic' settlers of Christchurch, was about to sail for

Honolulu. The names of his other accomplices, six in number, it is said, have not as yet transpired.

This last part gave us confidence, but all the same we kept everything ready for a bolt in case of need. We got

up our horses every evening and kept them in the yard all night. The feed was good by the creek now a

little dried up but plenty of bite, and better for horses that had been ridden far and fast than if it was green.

We had enough of last year's hay to give them a feed at night, and that was all they wanted. They were two

pretty good ones and not slow either. We took care of that when we bought them. Nobody ever saw us on bad

ones since we were boys, and we had broken them in to stand and be caught day or night, and to let us jump

All that day, being awful hot and close, we stayed in the house and yarned away with mother and Aileen till

they thought poor souls that we had turned over a new leaf and were going to stay at home and be

good boys for the future. When a man sees how little it takes to make women happy them that's good and

never thinks of anything but doing their best for everybody belonging to 'em it's wonderful how men ever

make up their minds to go wrong and bring all that loves them to shame and grief. When they've got nobody

but themselves to think of it don't so much matter as I know of; but to keep on breaking the hearts of those as

never did you anything but good, and wouldn't if they lived for a hundred years, is cowardly and unmanly

any way you look at it. And yet we'd done very little else ourselves these years and years.

We all sat up till nigh on to midnight with our hands in one another's Jim down at mother's feet; Aileen

and I close beside them on the old seat in the verandah that father made such a time ago. At last mother gets

up, and they both started for bed. Aileen seemed as if she couldn't tear herself away. Twice she came back,

then she kissed us both, and the tears came into her eyes. `I feel too happy,' she said; `I never thought I should

feel like this again. God bless you both, and keep us all from harm.' `Amen,' said mother from the next room.

We turned out early, and had a bathe in the creek before we went up to the yard to let out the horses. There

wasn't a cloud in the sky; it was safe to be a roasting hot day, but it was cool then. The little waterhole where

we learned to swim when we were boys was deep on one side and had a rocky ledge to jump off. The birds

just began to give out a note or two; the sun was rising clear and bright, and we could see the dark top of

`George and Gracey 'll be over soon after breakfast,' I said; `we must have everything look shipshape as

`The horses may as well go down to the flat,' Jim says; `we can catch them easy enough in time to ride back

part of the way with them. I'll run up Lowan, and give her a bit of hay in the calfpen.'

We went over to the yard, and Jim let down the rails and walked in. I stopped outside. Jim had his horse by

the mane, and was patting his neck as mine came out, when three police troopers rose up from behind the

bushes, and covering us with their rifles called out, `Stand, in the Queen's name!'

Jim made one spring on to his horse's back, drove his heels into his flank, and was out through the gate and

Just as Jim cleared the gate a tall man rose up close behind me and took a cool pot at him with a revolver. I

saw Jim's hat fly off, and another bullet grazed his horse's hip. I saw the hair fly, and the horse make a plunge

that would have unseated most men with no saddle between their legs. But Jim sat close and steady and only

threw up his arm and gave a shout as the old horse tore down the hill a few miles an hour faster.

`Dn those cartridges,' said the tall trooper; `they always put too much powder in them for close shooting.

Now, Dick Marston!' he went on, putting his revolver to my head, `I'd rather not blow your brains out before

your people, but if you don't put up your hands by I'll shoot you where you stand.' I had been staring

after Jim all the time; I believe I had never thought of myself till he was safe away.

`Get your horses, you dd fools,' he shouts out to the men, `and see if you can follow up that madman.

There was nothing else for it but to do it and be handcuffed. As the steel locks snapped I saw mother standing

`Better come down and get your coat on, Dick,' said the senior constable. `We want to search the place, too.

By Jove! we shall get pepper from Sir Ferdinand when we go in. I thought we had you both as safe as

chickens in a coop. Who would have thought of Jim givin' us the slip, on a barebacked horse, without so

much as a halter? I'm devilish sorry for your family; but if nothing less than a thousand head of cattle will

`What are you talking about?' I said. `You've got the wrong story and the wrong men.'

`All right; we'll see about that. I don't know whether you want any breakfast, but I should like a cup of tea.

It's deuced slow work watching all night, though it isn't cold. We've got to be in Bargo barracks tonight, so

It was all over now the worst HAD come. What fools we had been not to take the old man's advice, and

clear out when he did. He was safe in the Hollow, and would chuckle to himself and be sorry, too

when he heard of my being taken, and perhaps Jim. The odds were he might be smashed against a tree,

They searched the house, but the money they didn't get. Jim and I had taken care of that, in case of accidents.

Mother sat rocking herself backwards and forwards, every now and then crying out in a pitiful way, like the

women in her country do, I've heard tell, when some one of their people is dead; `keening', I think they call it.

Well, Jim and I were as good as dead. If the troopers had shot the pair of us there and then, same as bushmen

told us the black police did their prisoners when they gave 'em any trouble, it would have been better for

everybody. However, people don't die all at once when they go to the bad, and take to stealing or drinking, or

any of the devil's favourite traps. Pity they don't, and have done with it once and for all.

I know I thought so when I was forced to stand there with my hands chained together for the first time in my

life (though I'd worked for it, I know that); and to see Aileen walking about laying the cloth for breakfast like

The troopers were civil enough, and Goring, the senior constable, tried to comfort them as much as he could.

He knew it was no fault of theirs; and though he said he meant to have Jim if mortal men and horses could do

it he thought he had a fair chance of getting away. `He's sure to be caught in the long run, though,' he went on

to say. `There's a warrant out for him, and a description in every "Police Gazette" in the colonies. My advice

to him would be to come back and give himself up. It's not a hanging matter, and as it's the first time you've

been fitted, Dick, the judge, as like as not, will let you off with a light sentence.'

So they talked away until they had finished their breakfast. I couldn't touch a mouthful for the life of me, and

as soon as it was all over they ran up my horse and put the saddle on. But I wasn't to ride him. No fear!

Goring put me on an old screw of a troop horse, with one leg like a gatepost. I was helped up and my legs

tied under his belly. Then one of the men took the bridle and led me away. Goring rode in front and the other

As we rose the hill above the place I looked back and saw mother drop down on the ground in a kind of fit,

while Aileen bent over her and seemed to be loosening her dress. Just at that moment George Storefield and

his sister rode up to the door. George jumped off and rushed over to Aileen and mother. I knew Gracey had

seen me, for she sat on her horse as if she had been turned to stone, and let her reins drop on his neck. Strange

things have happened to me since, but I shall never forget that to the last day of my miserable life.

I wasn't in the humour for talking, but sometimes anything's better than one's own thoughts. Goring threw in

a word from time to time. He'd only lately come into our district, and was sure to be promoted, everybody

said. Like Starlight himself, he'd seen better days at home in England; but when he got pinched he'd taken the

right turn and not the wrong one, which makes all the difference. He was earning his bread honest, anyway,

and he was a chap as liked the fun and dash of a mounted policeman's life. As for the risk and there is

some danger, more than people thinks, now and then he liked that the best of it. He was put out at losing

Jim; but he believed he couldn't escape, and told me so in a friendly way. `He's inside a circle and he can't get

away, you mark my words,' he said, two or three times. `We have every policestation warned by wire,

within a hundred miles of here, three days ago. There's not a man in the colony sharper looked after than

`That's as it may be,' he answered, biting his lip. `Anyhow, there isn't a shepherd's hut within miles that he

can get to without our knowing it. The country's rough, but there's word gone for a black tracker to go down.

I had a good guess where Jim would make for, and he knew enough to hide his tracks for the last few miles if

That night we rode into Bargo. A long day too we'd had we were all tired enough when we got in. I was

locked up, of course, and as soon as we were in the cell Goring said, `Listen to me,' and put on his official

face devilish stern and hardlooking he was then, in spite of all the talking and nonsense we'd had coming

`Richard Marston, I charge you with unlawfully taking, stealing, and carrying away, in company with others,

one thousand head of mixed cattle, more or less the property of one Walter Hood, of Outer Back, Momberah,

`That'll do,' he said, nodding his head, `you decline to say anything. Well, I can't exactly wish you a merry

Christmas fancy this being Christmas Eve, by Jove! but you'll be cool enough this deuced hot weather

till the sessions in February, which is more than some of us can say. Goodnight.' He went out and locked the

door. I sat down on my blanket on the floor and hid my head in my hands. I wonder it didn't burst with what I

felt then. Strange that I shouldn't have felt half as bad when the judge, the other day, sentenced me to be a

Christmas Day! Christmas Day! So this is how I was to spend it after all, I thought, as I woke up at dawn, and

saw the gray light just beginning to get through the bars of the window of the cell.

Here was I locked up, caged, ironed, disgraced, a felon and an outcast for the rest of my life. Jim, flying for

his life, hiding from every honest man, every policeman in the country looking after him, and authorised to

catch him or shoot him down like a sheepkilling dog. Father living in the Hollow, like a blackfellow in a

cave, afraid to spend the blessed Christmas with his wife and daughter, like the poorest man in the land could

do if he was only honest. Mother half dead with grief, and Aileen ashamed to speak to the man that loved and

respected her from her childhood. Gracey Storefield not daring to think of me or say my name, after seeing

me carried off a prisoner before her eyes. Here was a load of misery and disgrace heaped up together, to be

borne by the whole family, now and for the time to come by the innocent as well as the guilty. And for

what? Because we had been too idle and careless to work regularly and save our money, though well able to

do it, like honest men. Because, little by little, we had let bad dishonest ways and flash manners grow upon

And now the day of reckoning had come sharp and sudden with a vengeance! Well, what call had we to

look for anything else? We had been working for it; now we had got it, and had to bear it. Not for want of

warning, neither. What had mother and Aileen been saying ever since we could remember? Warning upon

warning. Now the end had come just as they said. Of course I knew in a general way that I couldn't be

punished or be done anything to right off. I knew law enough for that. The next thing would be that I should

have to be brought up before the magistrates and committed for trial as soon as they could get any evidence.

After breakfast, flour and water or hominy, I forget which, the warder told me that there wasn't much chance

of my being brought up before Christmas was over. The police magistrate was away on a month's leave, and

the other magistrates would not be likely to attend before the end of the week, anyway. So I must make

`Well, not that he'd heard of; but Goring said it was impossible for him to get away. At twelve he'd bring me

I was pretty certain they wouldn't catch Jim, in spite of Goring being so cocksure about it. If he wasn't

knocked off the first mile or so, he'd find ways of stopping or steadying his horse, and facing him up to where

we had gone to join father at the tableland of the Nulla Mountain. Once he got near there he could let go his

horse. They'd be following his track, while he made the best of his way on foot to the path that led to the

Hollow. If he had five miles start of them there, as was most likely, all the blacks in the country would never

track where he got to. He and father could live there for a month or so, and take it easy until they could slip

out and do a bit of father's old trade. That was about what I expected Jim to do, and as it turned out I was as

nearly right as could be. They ran his track for ten miles. Then they followed his horsetracks till late the

second day, and found that the horse had slued round and was making for home again with nobody on him.

Jim was nowhere to be seen, and they'd lost all that time, never expecting that he was going to dismount and

They searched Nulla Mountain from top to bottom; but some of the smartest men of the old Mounted Police

and the best of the stockmen in the old days men not easy to beat had tried the same country many

years before, and never found the path to the Hollow. So it wasn't likely any one else would. They had to

come back and own that they were beat, which put Goring in a rage and made the inspector, Sir Ferdinand

Morringer, blow them all up for a lot of duffers and old women. Altogether they had a bad time of it, not that

After the holidays a magistrate was fished up somehow, and I was brought before him and the apprehending

constable's evidence taken. Then I was remanded to the Bench at Nomah, where Mr. Hood and some of the

other witnesses were to appear. So away we started for another journey. Goring and a trooper went with me,

and all sorts of care was taken that I didn't give them the slip on the road. Goring used to put one of my

handcuffs on his own wrist at night, so there wasn't much chance of moving without waking him. I had an old

horse to ride that couldn't go much faster than I could run, for fear of accident. It was even betting that he'd

fall and kill me on the road. If I'd had a laugh in me, I should have had a joke against the Police Department

for not keeping safer horses for their prisoners to ride. They keep them till they haven't a leg to stand upon,

and long after they can't go a hundred yards without trying to walk on their heads they're thought good

`Some day,' Goring said, `one of those old screws will be the death of a prisoner before he's committed for

We hadn't a bad journey of it on the whole. The troopers were civil enough, and gave me a glass of grog now

and then when they had one themselves. They'd done their duty in catching me, and that was all they thought

about. What came afterwards wasn't their lookout. I've no call to have any bad feeling against the police,

and I don't think most men of my sort have. They've got their work to do, like other people, and as long as

they do what they're paid for, and don't go out of their way to harass men for spite, we don't bear them any

malice. If one's hit in fair fight it's the fortune of war. What our side don't like is men going in for police duty

that's not in their line. That's interfering, according to our notions, and if they fall into a trap or are met with

when they don't expect it they get it pretty hot. They've only themselves to thank for it.

Goring, I could see by his ways, had been a swell, something like Starlight. A good many young fellows that

don't drop into fortunes when they come out here take to the police in Australia, and very good men they

make. They like the halfsoldiering kind of life, and if they stick steady at their work, and show pluck and

gumption, they mostly get promoted. Goring was a real smart, dashing chap, a good rider for an Englishman;

that is, he could set most horses, and hold his own with us natives anywhere but through scrub and mountain

country. No man can ride there, I don't care who he is, the same as we can, unless he's been at it all his life.

There we have the pull not that it is so much after all. But give a native a good horse and thick country,

By and by we got to Nomah, a regular hot hole of a place, with a log lockup. I was stuck in, of course, and

had legirons put on for fear I should get out, as another fellow had done a few weeks back. Starlight and

Warrigal hadn't reached yet; they had farther to come. The trial couldn't come till the Quarter Sessions.

January, and February too, passed over, and all this time I was mewed up in a bit of a place enough to stifle a

I heard afterwards that they wanted to bring some of the cattle over, so as Mr. Hood could swear to 'em being

his property. But he said he could only swear to its being his brand; that he most likely had never set eyes on

them in his life, and couldn't swear on his own knowledge that they hadn't been sold, like lots of others, by

his manager. So this looked like a hitch, as juries won't bring a man in guilty of cattlestealing unless there's

clear swearing that the animals he sold were the property of the prosecutor, and known by him to be such.

Mr. Hood had to go all the way to Adelaide himself, and they told me we might likely have got out of it all,

only for the imported bull. When he saw him he said he could swear to him point blank, brand or no brand.

He'd no brand on him, of course, when he left England; but Hood happened to be in Sydney when he came

out, and at the station when he came up. He was stabled for the first six months, so he used to go and look

him over every day, and tell visitors what a pot of money he'd cost, till he knew every hair in his tail, as the

saying is. As soon as he seen him in Adelaide he said he could swear to him as positive as he could to his

favourite riding horse. So he was brought over in a steamer from Adelaide, and then drove all the way up to

Next thing I saw was Starlight being brought in, handcuffed, between two troopers, and looking as if he'd

ridden a long way. He was just as easygoing and devilmaycare as ever. He said to one of the troopers

`Here we are at last, and I'm deuced glad of it. It's perfectly monstrous you fellows haven't better horses. You

ought to make me remount agent, and I'd show you the sort of horses that ought to be bought for police

service. Let me have a glass of beer, that's a good fellow, before I'm locked up. I suppose there's no tap worth

`It will be some time before you get another, captain. Here's a long one for you; make the most of it.'

Where, in the devil's name, is that Warrigal? I thought to myself. Has he given them the slip? He had, as it

turned out. He had slipped the handcuffs over his slight wrists and small hands, bided his time, and then

dashed into a scrub. There he was at home. They rode and rode, but Warrigal was gone like a rock wallaby. It

All this time I'd been wondering how it was they came to drop on our names so pat, and to find out that Jim

and I had a share in the Momberah cattle racket. All they could have known was that we left the back of

Boree at a certain day; and that was nothing, seeing that for all they knew we might have gone away to new

country or anywhere. The more I looked at it the more I felt sure that some one had given to the police

information about us somebody who was in it and knew all about everything. It wasn't Starlight. We could

have depended our life on him. It might have been one of the other chaps, but I couldn't think of any one,

except Warrigal. He would do anything in the world to spite me and Jim, I knew; but then he couldn't hurt us

without drawing the net tighter round Starlight. Sooner than hurt a hair of his head he'd have put his hand into

Starlight and I hadn't much chance of a talk, but we managed to get news from each other, a bit at a time; that

can always be managed. We were to be defended, and a lawyer fetched all the way from Sydney to fight our

case for us. The money was there. Father managed the other part of it through people he had that did every

The weary long summer days every one of them about twenty hours long came to an end somehow or

other. It was so hot and close and I was that miserable I had two minds to knock my brains out and finish the

whole thing. I couldn't settle to read, as I did afterwards. I was always wishing and wondering when I'd hear

some news from home, and none ever came. Nomah was a bit of a place where hardly anybody did anything

but idle and drink, and spend money when they had it. When they had none they went away. There wasn't

even a place to take exercise in, and the legirons I wore night and day began to eat into my flesh. I wasn't

used to them in those days. I could feel them in my heart, too. Last of all I got ill, and for a while was so

At last we heard that the judge and all his lot were on the road, and would be up in a few days. We were

almost as glad when the news came as if we were sure of being let off. One day they did come, and all the

little town was turned upside down. The judge stopped at one hotel (they told us); the lawyers at another.

Then the witnesses in ours and other cases came in from all parts, and made a great difference, especially to

the publicans. The jurors were summoned, and had to come, unless they had a fancy for being fined. Most of

this I heard from the constables; they seemed to think it was the only thing that made any difference in their

lives. Last of all I heard that Mr. Hood had come, and the imported bull, and some other witnesses.

There were some small cases first, and then we were brought out, Starlight and I, and put in the dock. The

court was crammed and crowded; every soul within a hundred miles seemed to have come in; there never

were so many people in the little courthouse before. Starlight was quietly dressed, and looked as if he was

there by mistake. Anybody would have thought so, the way he lounged and stared about, as if he thought

there was something very curious and hard to understand about the whole thing. I was so weak and ill that I

couldn't stand up, and after a while the judge told me to sit down, and Starlight too. Starlight made a most

polite bow, and thanked his Honour, as he called him. Then the jury were called up, and our lawyer began his

work. He stood alongside of Starlight, and whispered something to him, after which Starlight stood up, and

about every second man called out `Challenge'; then that juror had to go down. It took a good while to get our

jury all together. Our lawyer seemed very particular about the sort of jury he was satisfied with; and when

they did manage to get twelve at last they were not the bestlooking men in the court by a very long way.

The trial had to go on, and then the Crown Prosecutor made a speech, in which he talked about the dishonesty

which was creeping unchecked over the land, and the atrocious villainy of criminals who took a thousand

head of cattle in one lot, and made out the country was sure to go to destruction if we were not convicted. He

said that unfortunately they were not in a position to bring many of the cattle back that had been taken to

another colony; but one remarkable animal was as good for purposes of evidence as a hundred. Such an

animal he would produce, and he would not trespass on the patience of jurors and gentlemen in attendance

John Dawson, sworn: Was head stockman and cattle manager at Momberah; knew the back country, and in a

general way the cattle running there; was not out much in the winter; the ground was boggy, and the cattle

were hardly ever mustered till spring; when he did go, with some other stockriders, he saw at once that a

large number of the Momberah cattle, branded HOD and other brands, were missing; went to Adelaide a few

months after; saw a large number of cattle of the HOD brand, which he was told had been sold by the

prisoner now before the court, and known as Starlight, and others, to certain farmers; he could swear that the

cattle he saw bore Mr. Hood's brand; could not swear that he recognised them as having been at Momberah in

his charge; believed so, but could not swear it; he had seen a shorthorn bull outside of the court this

morning; he last saw the said bull at the station of Messrs. Fordham Brothers, near Adelaide; they made a

communication to him concerning the bull; he would and could swear to the identity of the animal with the

Fifteenth Duke of Cambridge, an imported shorthorn bull, the property of Mr. Hood; had seen him before

that at Momberah; knew that Mr. Hood had bought said bull in Sydney, and was at Momberah when he was

sent up; could not possibly be mistaken; when he saw the bull at Momberah, nine months since, he had a

small brand like H on the shoulder; Mr. Hood put it on in witness's presence; it was a horsebrand, now it

resembled JE; the brand had been `faked' or cleverly altered; witness could see the original brand quite plain

underneath; as far as he knew Mr. Hood never sold or gave any one authority to take the animal; he had

missed him some months since, and always believed he had strayed; knew the bull to be a valuable animal,

We had one bit of luck in having to be tried in an outoftheway place like Nomah. It was a regular outside

bush township, and though the distance oughtn't to have much to say to people's honesty, you'll mostly find

Except the squatters and overseers, the other people's mostly a shady lot. Some's run away from places that

were too hot to hold 'em. The women ain't the men's wives that they live with, but somebody else's who's

well rid of 'em too if all was known. There's most likely a bit of horse and cattle stealing done on the quiet,

and the publicans and storekeepers know who are their best customers, the square people or the cross ones. It

ain't so easy to get a regular upanddown straightahead jury in a place of this sort. So Starlight and I knew

that our chance was a lot better than if we'd been tried at Bargo or Dutton Forest, or any steadygoing places

If we'd made up our minds from the first that we were to get into it it wouldn't have been so bad; we'd have

known we had to bear it. Now we might get out of it, and what a thing it would be to feel free again, and walk

about in the sun without any one having the right to stop you. Almost, that is there were other things

against us; but there wasn't so much of a chance of their turning up. This was the great stake. If we won we

were as good as made. I felt ready to swear I'd go home and never touch a shilling that didn't come honest

again. If we lost it seemed as if everything was so much the worse, and blacker than it looked at first, just for

After the bull had been sworn to by Mr. Hood and another witness, they brought up some more evidence, as

they called it, about the other cattle we had sold in Adelaide. They had fetched some of the farmers up that

had been at the sale. They swore straight enough to having bought cattle with certain brands from Starlight.

They didn't know, of course, at the time whose they were, but they could describe the brands fast enough.

There was one fellow that couldn't read nor write, but he remembered all the brands, about a dozen, in the

pen of steers he bought, and described them one by one. One brand, he said, was like a longhandled shovel.

It turned out to be D.* TD Tom Dawson's, of Mungeree. About a hundred of his were in the mob. They

had drawn back for Mungeree, as was nearly all frontage and cold in the winter. He was the worst witness for

* In the original text, the horizontal bar is represented by a capital "I" rotated 90 degrees, and a bit lower

than centre but from the description, `D' may be better, where the `' represents the upright of the T in

`Yes; both of 'em,' says he. I wish I could have got at him. `I see the swell chap first him as made out he

was the owner, and gammoned all the Adelaide gentlemen so neat. There was a halfcaste chap with him as

followed him about everywhere; then there was another man as didn't talk much, but seemed, by letting down

sliprails and what not, to be in it. I heard this Starlight, as he calls hisself now, say to him, "You have

everything ready to break camp by ten o'clock, and I'll be there tomorrow and square up." I thought he

meant to pay their wages. I never dropped but what they was his men his hired servants as he was

`Will you swear,' our lawyer says, `that the younger prisoner is the man you saw at Adelaide with the cattle?'

`Yes; I'll swear. I looked at him pretty sharp, and nothing ain't likely to make me forget him. He's the man,

`Yes; there was an oldish, very quiet, but determinedlike man he had a stunnin' dorg with him and a

young man something like this gentleman I mean the prisoner. I didn't see the other young man nor the

`That's all very well,' says our lawyer, very fierce; `but will you swear, sir, that the prisoner Marston took any

`No, I can't,' says the chap. `I see him a drafting 'em in the morning, and he seemed to know all the brands,

and so on; but he done no more than I've seen hired servants do over and over again.'

The other witnesses had done, when some one called out, `Herbert Falkland,' and Mr. Falkland steps into the

court. He walks in quiet and a little proud; he couldn't help feeling it, but he didn't show it in his ways and

He's asked by the Crown Prosecutor if he's seen the bull outside of the court this day.

`Has heard generally that he belonged to Mr. Hood, of Momberah; but does not know it of his own

`Knows the younger prisoner, who has been in the habit of working for him in various ways.'

`He, with his brother James, who rendered his family a service he shall never forget, was working for him,

`Was it known to you in what direction they proceeded after leaving your service?'

`Did you not think it curious that ordinary labourers should leave so large a sum in your hands?'

`It struck me as unusual, but I did not attach much weight to the circumstance. I thought they would come

back and ask for it before the next shearing. I am heartily sorry that they did not do so, and regret still more

deeply that two young men worthy of a better fate should have been arraigned on such a charge.'

`One moment, Mr. Falkland,' says our counsel, as they call them, and a firstrate counsellor ours was. If we'd

been as innocent as two schoolgirls he couldn't have done more for us. `Did the prisoner Marston work well

`No man better,' says Mr. Falkland, looking over to me with that pitying kind of look in his eyes as made me

feel what a fool and rogue I'd been ten times worse than anything else. `No man better; he and his brother

were in many respects, according to my overseer's report, the most hardworking and bestconducted

Mr. Runnimall, the auctioneer, swore that the older prisoner placed certain cattle in his hands, to arrive, for

sale in the usual way, stating that his name was Mr. Charles Carisforth, and that he had several stations in

other colonies. Had no reason for doubting him. Prisoner was then very well dressed, was gentlemanly in his

manners, and came to his office with a young gentleman of property whom he knew well. The cattle were

sold in the usual way for rather high prices, as the market was good. The proceeds in cash were paid over to

the prisoner, whom he now knew by the name of Starlight. He accounted for there being an unusual number

of brands by saying publicly at the sale that the station had been used as a depot for other runs of his, and the

He had seen a shorthorn bull outside of the court this day branded `JE' on the shoulder. He identified him

as one of the cattle placed in his hands for sale by the prisoner Starlight. He sold and delivered him according

to instructions. He subsequently handed over the proceeds to the said prisoner. He included the purchase

money in a cheque given for the bull and other cattle sold on that day. He could swear positively to the bull;

`Had he seen the prisoner Marston when the cattle were sold now alleged to belong to Mr. Hood?'

`Yes; he was confident that prisoner was there with some other men whom he (witness) did not particularly

remark. He helped to draft the cattle, and to put them in pens on the morning of the sale.'

`Was he prepared to swear that prisoner Marston was not a hired servant of prisoner Starlight?'

`No; he could not swear. He had no way of knowing what the relations were between the two. They were

`How could you see that?' said our lawyer. `Have you never seen a paid stockman do all that you saw

`We have nothing to do with your fancies, sir,' says our man, mighty hot, as he turns upon him; `you are here

to give evidence as to facts, not as to what you fancy. Have you any other grounds for connecting prisoner

`You can go down, sir, and I only wish you may live to experience some of the feelings which fill the breasts

This about ended the trial. There was quite enough proved for a moderate dose of transportation. A quiet,

oldishlooking man got up now and came forward to the witnessbox. I didn't know who he was; but

Starlight nodded to him quite pleasant. He had a short, closetrimmed beard, and was one of those

nothingparticularlooking old chaps. I'm blessed if I could have told what he was. He might have been a

merchant, or a squatter, or a head clerk, or a wine merchant, or a broker, or lived in the town, or lived in the

country; any of halfadozen trades would suit him. The only thing that was out of the common was his

eyes. They had a sort of curious way of looking at you, as if he wondered whether you was speaking true, and

yet seein' nothing and tellin' nothing. He regular took in Starlight (he told me afterwards) by always talking

about the China Seas; he'd been there, it seems; he'd been everywhere; he'd last come from America; he didn't

say he'd gone there to collar a clerk that had run off with two or three thousand pounds, and to be ready to

Anyhow he'd watched Starlight in Canterbury when he was riding and flashing about, and had put such a lot

of things together that he took a passage in the same boat with him to Melbourne. Why didn't he arrest him in

New Zealand? Because he wasn't sure of his man. It was from something Starlight let out on board ship. He

told me himself afterwards that he made sure of his being the man he wanted; so he steps into the

witnessbox, very quiet and respectablelooking, with his white waistcoat and silk coat it was hot enough

to fry beefsteaks on the roof of the courthouse that day and looks about him. The Crown Prosecutor

`My name is Stephen Stillbrook. I am a sergeant of detective police in the service of the Government of New

South Wales. From information received, I proceeded to Canterbury, in New Zealand, about the month of

September last. I saw there the older prisoner, who was living at a firstclass hotel in Christchurch. He was

moving in good society, and was apparently possessed of ample means. He frequently gave expensive

entertainments, which were attended by the leading inhabitants and high officials of the place. I myself

obtained an introduction to him, and partook of his hospitality on several occasions. I attempted to draw him

out in conversation about New South Wales; but he was cautious, and gave me to understand that he had been

engaged in large squatting transactions in another colony. From his general bearing and from the character of

his associates, I came to the belief that he was not the individual named in the warrant, and determined to

return to Sydney. I was informed that he had taken his passage to Melbourne in a mail steamer. From

something which I one day heard his halfcaste servant say, who, being intoxicated, was speaking carelessly,

I determined to accompany them to Melbourne. My suspicions were confirmed on the voyage. As we went

ashore at the pier at Sandridge I accosted him. I said, "I arrest you on suspicion of having stolen a herd of

cattle, the property of Walter Hood, of Momberah." Prisoner was very cool and polite, just as any other

gentleman would be, and asked me if I did not think I'd made a most ridiculous mistake. The other passengers

began to laugh, as if it was the best joke in the world. Starlight never moved a muscle. I've seen a good many

cool hands in my time, but I never met any one like him. I had given notice to one of the Melbourne police as

he came aboard, and he arrested the halfcaste, known as Warrigal. I produced a warrant, the one now before

the court, which is signed by a magistrate of the territory of New South Wales.'

The witnessing part was all over. It took the best part of the day, and there we were all the time standing up in

the dock, with the court crammed with people staring at us. I don't say that it felt as bad as it might have done

nigh home. Most of the Nomah people looked upon fellows stealing cattle or horses, in small lots or big, just

like most people look at boys stealing fruit out of an orchard, or as they used to talk of smugglers on the

English coast, as I've heard father tell of. Any man might take a turn at that sort of thing, now and then, and

not be such a bad chap after all. It was the duty of the police to catch him. If they caught him, well and good,

it was so much the worse for him; if they didn't, that was their lookout. It wasn't anybody else's business

anyhow. And a man that wasn't caught, or that got turned up at his trial, was about as good as the general run

After the witnesses had said all they knew our lawyer got up and made a stunning speech. He made us out

such firstrate chaps that it looked as if we ought to get off flying. He blew up the squatters in a general way

for taking all the country, and not giving the poor man a chance for neglecting their immense herds of

cattle and suffering them to roam all over the country, putting temptation in the way of poor people, and

causing confusion and recklessness of all kinds. Some of these cattle are never seen from the time they are

branded till they are mustered, every two or three years apparently. They stray away hundreds of miles

probably a thousand who is to know? Possibly they are sold. It was admitted by the prosecutor that he had

sold 10,000 head of cattle during the last six years, and none had been rebranded to his knowledge. What

means had he of knowing whether these cattle that so much was said about had not been legally sold before?

It was a most monstrous thing that men like his clients men who were an honour to the land they lived in

should be dragged up to the very centre of the continent upon a paltry charge like this a charge which

rested upon the flimsiest evidence it had ever been his good fortune to demolish.

With regard to the socalled imported bull the case against his clients was apparently stronger, but he placed

no reliance upon the statements of the witnesses, who averred that they knew him so thoroughly that they

could not be deceived in him. He distrusted their evidence and believed the jury would distrust it too. The

brand was as different as possible from the brand seen to have been on the beast originally. One shorthorn

was very like another. He would not undertake to swear positively in any such case, and he implored the jury,

as men of the world, as men of experience in all transactions relating to stock (here some of the people in the

court grinned) to dismiss from their minds everything of the nature of prejudice, and looking solely at the

miserable, incomplete, unsatisfactory nature of the evidence, to acquit the prisoners.

It sounded all very pleasant after everything before had been so rough on our feelings, and the jury looked as

Then the judge put on his glasses and began to go all over the evidence, very grave and steady like, and read

bits out of the notes which he'd taken very careful all the time. Judges don't have such an easy time of it as

some people thinks they have. I've often wondered as they take so much trouble, and works away so patient

trying to find out the rights and wrongs of things for people that they never saw before, and won't see again.

However, they try to do their best, all as I've ever seen, and they generally get somewhere near the right and

justice of things. So the judge began and read went over the evidence bit by bit, and laid it all out before

the jury, so as they couldn't but see it where it told against us, and, again, where it was a bit in our favour.

As for the main body of the cattle, he made out that there was strong grounds for thinking as we'd taken and

sold them at Adelaide, and had the money too. The making of a stockyard at the back of Momberah was not

the thing honest men would do. But neither of us prisoners had been seen there. There was no identification

of the actual cattle, branded `HOD', alleged to have been stolen, nor could Mr. Hood swear positively that

they were his cattle, had never been sold, and were a portion of his herd. It was in the nature of these cases

that identification of live stock, roaming over the immense solitudes of the interior, should be difficult,

occasionally impossible. Yet he trusted that the jury would give full weight to all the circumstances which

went to show a continuous possession of the animals alleged to be stolen. The persons of both prisoners had

been positively sworn to by several witnesses as having been seen at the sale of the cattle referred to. They

were both remarkablelooking men, and such as if once seen would be retained in the memory of the

But the most important piece of evidence (here the judge stopped and took a pinch of snuff) was that afforded

by the shorthorn bull, Fifteenth Duke of Cambridge he had been informed that was his name. That

animal, in the first place, was sworn to most positively by Mr. Hood, and claimed as his property. Other

credible witnesses testified also to his identity, and corroborated the evidence of Mr. Hood in all respects; the

Then there was the auctioneer, Mr. Runnimall, who swore that this animal had been, with other cattle, placed

in his hands for sale by the older prisoner. The bull is accordingly sold publicly by him, and in the prisoner's

presence. He subsequently receives from the witness the price, about 270 Pounds, for which the bull was

sold. The younger prisoner was there at the same time, and witnessed the sale of the bull and other cattle,

giving such assistance as would lead to the conclusion that he was concerned in the transaction.

He did not wish to reflect upon this or any other jury, but he could not help recalling the fact that a jury in

that town once committed the unpardonable fault, the crime, he had almost said, of refusing to find a prisoner

guilty against whom well confirmed evidence had been brought. It had been his advice to the Minister for

Justice, so glaring was the miscarriage of justice to which he referred, that the whole of the jurymen who had

He, the judge, was perfectly convinced in his own mind that no impropriety of this sort was likely to be

committed by the intelligent, respectable jury whom he saw before him; but it was his duty to warn them that,

in his opinion, they could not bring in any verdict but `Guilty' if they respected their oaths. He should leave

the case confidently in their hands, again impressing upon them that they could only find one verdict if they

The jury all went out. Then another case was called on, and a fresh jury sworn in for to try it. We sat in the

dock. The judge told Starlight he might sit down, and we waited till they came back. I really believe that

waiting is the worst part of the whole thing, the bitterest part of the punishment. I've seen men when they

were being tried for their lives haven't I done it, and gone through it myself? waiting there an hour

two hours, half through the night, not knowing whether they was to be brought in guilty or not. What a hell

they must have gone through in that time doubt and dread, hope and fear, wretchedness and despair, over

and over and over again. No wonder some of 'em can't stand it, but keeps twitching and shifting and getting

paler and turning faint when the jury comes back, and they think they see one thing or the other written in

their faces. I've seen a strong man drop down like a dead body when the judge opened his mouth to pass

sentence on him. I've seen 'em faint, too, when the foreman of the jury said `Not guilty.' One chap, he was an

innocent upcountry fellow, in for his first bit of duffing, like we was once, he covered his face with his

hands when he found he was let off, and cried like a child. All sorts and kinds of different ways men takes it.

I was in court once when the judge asked a man who'd just been found guilty if he'd anything to say why he

shouldn't pass sentence of death upon him. He'd killed a woman, cut her throat, and a regular right down cruel

murder it was (only men 'll kill women and one another, too, for some causes, as long as the world lasts); and

he just leaned over the dock rails, as if he'd been going to get three months, and said, cool and quiet, `No,

your Honour; not as I know of.' He'd made up his mind to it from the first, you see, and that makes all the

difference. He knew he hadn't the ghost of a chance to get out of it, and when his time came he faced it. I

remember seeing his worst enemy come into the court, and sit and look at him then just to see how he took it,

but he didn't make the least sign. That man couldn't have told whether he seen him or not.

Starlight and I wasn't likely to break down not much whatever the jury did or the judge said. All the

same, after an hour had passed, and we still waiting there, it began to be a sickening kind of feeling. The day

had been all taken up with the evidence and the rest of the trial; all long, dragging hours of a hot summer's

day. The sun had been blazing away all day on the iron roof of the courthouse and the red dust of the streets,

that lay inches deep for a mile all round the town. The flies buzzed all over the courthouse, and round and

round, while the lawyers talked and wrangled with each other; and still the trial went on. Witness after

witness was called, and crossexamined and bullied, and confused and contradicted till he was afraid to say

what he knew or what he didn't know. I began to think it must be some kind of performance that would go on

At last the sun came shining level with the lower window, and we knew it was getting late. After a while the

twilight began to get dimmer and grayer. There isn't much out there when the sun goes down. Then the judge

`Your Honour, the jury has agreed.' I felt my teeth shut hard; but I made no move or sign. I looked over at

`I wish to heaven they'd make more haste,' he said quietly; `his Honour and we are both being done out of our

I said nothing. I was looking at the foreman's face. I thought I knew the word he was going to say, and that

word was `Guilty.' Sure enough I didn't hear anything more for a bit. I don't mind owning that. Most men feel

that way the first time. There was a sound like rushing waters in my ears, and the courthouse and the people

The first I heard was Starlight's voice again, just as cool and leisurely as ever. I never heard any difference in

it, and I've known him speak in a lot of different situations. If you shut your eyes you couldn't tell from the

tone of his voice whether he was fighting for his life or asking you to hand him the salt. When he said the

hardest and fiercest thing and he could be hard and fierce he didn't raise his voice; he only seemed to

speak more distinct like. His eyes were worse than his voice at such times. There weren't many men that liked

Now he said, `That means five years of Berrima, Dick, if not seven. It's cooler than these infernal logs, that's

I said nothing. I couldn't joke. My throat was dry, and I felt hot and cold by turns. I thought of the old hut by

the creek, and could see mother sitting rocking herself, and crying out loud, and Aileen with a set dull look on

her face as if she'd never speak or smile again. I thought of the days, months, years that were to pass under

lock and key, with irons and shame and solitude all for company. I wondered if the place where they shut up

I heard part of what the judge said, but not all bits here and there. The jury had brought in a most

righteous verdict; just what he should have expected from the effect of the evidence upon an intelligent,

wellprincipled Nomah jury. (We heard afterwards that they were six to six, and then agreed to toss up how

the verdict was to go.) `The crime of cattle and horse stealing had assumed gigantic proportions. Sheep, as

yet, appeared to be safe; but then there were not very many within a few hundred miles of Nomah. It

appeared to him that the prisoner known as Starlight, though from old police records his real name appeared

Here he drew himself up and faced the judge in defiance. Then like lightning he seemed to change, and said

`Your Honour, I submit that it can answer no good purpose to disclose my alleged name. There are others

The judge stopped a bit; then hesitated. Starlight bowed. `I do not a know whether there is any

necessity to make public a name which many years since was not better known than honoured. I say the a

prisoner known as Starlight has, from the evidence, taken the principal part in this nefarious transaction. It

is not the first offence, as I observe from a paper I hold in my hand. The younger prisoner, Marston, has very

properly been found guilty of criminal complicity with the same offence. It may be that he has been

concerned in other offences against the law, but of that we have no proof before this court. He has not been

previously convicted. I do not offer advice to the elder criminal; his own heart and conscience, the

promptings of which I assume to be dulled, not obliterated, I feel convinced, have said more to him in the

way of warning, condemnation, and remorse than could the most impressive rebuke, the most solemn

exhortation from a judicial bench. But to the younger man, to him whose vigorous frame has but lately

attained the full development of early manhood, I feel compelled to appeal with all the weight which age and

experience may lend. I adjure him to accept the warning which the sentence I am about to pass will convey to

him, to endure his confinement with submission and repentance, and to lead during his remaining years,

which may be long and comparatively peaceful, the free and necessarily happy life of an honest man. The

prisoner Starlight is sentenced to seven years' imprisonment; the prisoner Richard Marston to five years'

I heard the door of the dock unclose with a snap. We were taken out; I hardly knew how. I walked like a man

in his sleep. `Five years, Berrima Gaol! Berrima Gaol!' kept ringing in my ears.

The day was done, the stars were out, as we moved across from the courthouse to the lockup. The air was

fresh and cool. The sun had gone down; so had the sun of our lives, never to rise again.

Morning came. Why did it ever come again? I thought. What did we want but night? black as our hearts

dark as our fate dismal as the death which likely would come quick as a living tomb, and the sooner

the better. Mind you, I only felt this way the first time. All men do, I suppose, that haven't been born in gaols

`You're young and soft, Dick,' Starlight said to me as we were rumbling along in the coach next day, with

hand and legirons on, and a trooper opposite to us. `Why don't I feel like it? My good fellow, I have felt it

all before. But if you sear your flesh or your horse's with a redhot iron you'll find the flesh hard and callous

ever after. My heart was seared once ay, twice and deeply, too. I have no heart now, or if I ever feel at

`You were sorry father let us come in the first time,' I said. `How do you account for that, if you've no heart?'

`Really! Well, listen, Richard. Did I? If you guillotine a man cut off his head, as they do in France, with

an axe that falls like the monkey of a piledriver the limbs quiver and stretch, and move almost naturally

for a good while afterwards. I've seen the performance more than once. So I suppose the internal

arrangements immediately surrounding my heart must have performed some kind of instinctive motion in

your case and Jim's. By the way, where the deuce has Jim been all this time? Clever James!'

`Better ask Evans here if the police knows. It is not for want of trying if they don't.'

`By the Lord Harry, no!' said the trooper, a young man who saw no reason not to be sociable. `It's the most

surprisin' thing out where he's got to. They've been all round him, reg'lar cordonlike, and he must have

It took us a week's travelling or more to get to Berrima. Sometimes we were all night in the coach as well as

all day. There were other passengers in the coach with us. Two or three bushmen, a station overseer with his

wife and daughter, a Chinaman, and a lunatic that had come from Nomah, too. I think it's rough on the public

to pack madmen and convicts in irons in the same coach with them. But it saves the Government a good deal

We would have made a bolt of it if we'd had a chance, but we never had, night nor day, not half a one. The

police were civil, but they never left us, and slept by us at night. That is, one watched while the other slept.

We began to sleep soundly ourselves and to have a better appetite. Going through the fresh air had something

to do with it, I daresay. And then there was no anxiety. We had played for a big stake and lost. Now we had

to pay and make the best of it. It was the tenth day (there were no railways then to shorten the journey) when

we drove up to the big gate and looked at the high walls and dark, heavy lines of Berrima Gaol, the largest,

the most severe, the most dreaded of all the prisons in New South Wales. It had leaked out the day before,

somehow, that the famous Starlight and the other prisoner in the great Momberah cattle robbery were to be

brought in this particular day. There was a fairsized crowd gathered as we were helped down from the

coach. At the side of the crowd was a small mob of blacks with their dogs, spears, 'possum rugs and all

complete. They and their gins and pickaninnies appeared to take great notice of the whole thing. One tallish

gin, darker than the others, and with her hair tucked under an old bonnet, wrapped her 'possum cloak closely

round her shoulders and pushed up close to us. She looked hard at Starlight, who appeared not to see her. As

she drew back some one staggered against her; an angry scowl passed over her face, so savage and bitter that

I felt quite astonished. I should have been astonished, I mean, if I had not been able, by that very change, to

It was only a look, and he was gone. The lock creaked, the great iron door swung back, and we were

swallowed up in a tomb a stone vault where men are none the less buried because they have separate cells.

They do not live, though they appear to be alive; they move, and sometimes speak, and appear to hear words.

Some have to be sent away and buried outside. They have been dead a long time, but have not seemed to

want putting in the ground. That makes no change in them not much, I mean. If they sleep it's all right; if

they don't sleep anything must be happiness after the life they have escaped. `Happy are the dead' is written

What I suffered in that first time no tongue can tell. I can't bear now to think of it and put it down. The

solitary part of it was enough to drive any man mad that had been used to a free life. Day after day, night after

Then the dark cells. I got into them for a bit. I wasn't always as cool as I might be more times that mad

with myself that I could have smashed my own skull against the wall, let alone any one else's. There was one

of the warders I took a dislike to from the first, and he to me, I don't doubt. I thought he was rough and surly.

He thought I wanted to have my own way, and he made it up to take it out of me, and run me every way he

could. We had a goodish spell of fighting over it, but he gave in at last. Not but what I'd had a lot to bear, and

took a deal of punishment before he jacked up. I needn't have had it. It was all my own obstinacy and a sort

of dogged feeling that made me feel I couldn't give in. I believe it done me good, though. I do really think I

should have gone mad else, thinking of the dreadful long months and years that lay before me without a

Sometimes I'd take a low fit and refuse my food, and very near give up living altogether. The least bit more,

and I'd have died outright. One day there was a party of ladies and gentlemen came to be shown over the

gaol. There was a lot of us passing into the exercise yard. I happened to look up for a minute, and saw one of

the ladies looking steadily at us, and oh! what a pitying look there was in her face. In a moment I saw it was

Miss Falkland, and, by the change that came into her face, that she knew me again, altered as I was. I

wondered how she could have known me. I was a differentlooking chap from when she had seen me last.

With a beastly yellowgray suit of prison clothes, his face scraped smooth every day, like a freshkilled pig,

and the look of a free man gone out of his face for ever how any woman, gentle or simple, ever can know

a man in gaol beats me. Whether or no, she knew me. I suppose she saw the likeness to Jim, and she told him,

I just looked at her, and turned my head away. I felt as if I'd make a fool of myself if I didn't. All the depth

down that I'd fallen since I was shearing there at Boree rushed into my mind at once. I nearly fell down, I

know. I was pretty weak and low then; I'd only just come out of the doctor's hands.

I was passing along with the rest of the mob. I heard her voice quite clear and firm, but soft and sweet, too.

`I wish to speak a few words to the third prisoner in the line the tall one. Can I do so, Captain Wharton?'

`Oh! certainly, Miss Falkland,' said the old gentleman, who had brought them all in to look at the wonderful

neat garden, and the baths, and the hospital, and the unnatural washedup, sweptup barracks that make the

cleanest gaol feel worse than the roughest hut. He was the visiting magistrate, and took a deal of interest in

the place, and believed he knew all the prisoners like a book. `Oh! certainly, my dear young lady. Is Richard

`He and his brother worked for my father at Boree,' she said, quite stately. `His brother saved my life.'

I was called back by the warder. Miss Falkland stepped out before them all, and shook hands with me. Yes,

If anything could have given a man's heart a turn the right way that would have done it. I felt again as if some

one cared for me in the world, as if I had a soul worth saving. And people may talk as they like, but when a

man has the notion that everybody has given him up as a bad job, and has dropped troubling themselves

`Richard Marston, I cannot tell how grieved I am to see you here. Both papa and I were so sorry to hear all

`No, Miss Falkland,' I said. `They've never caught Jim yet, and, what's more, I don't think they will. He

She looked as if she was going to smile, but she didn't. I saw her eyes sparkle, though, and she said softly

`Poor Jim! so he got away; I am glad of that. What a wonderful rider he was! But I suppose he will be caught

some day. Oh, I do so wish I could say anything that would make you repent of what you have done, and try

and do better by and by. Papa says you have a long life before you most likely, and might do so much with it

`I'll do what I can, miss,' I said; `and if I ever see Jim again I'll tell him of your kindness.'

`Thank you, and goodbye,' she said, and she held out her hand again and took mine. I walked away, but I

I ain't much of a religious chap, wasn't then, and I am farther off it now than ever, but I've heard a power of

the Bible and all that read in my time; and when the parson read out next Sunday about Jesus Christ dying for

men, and wanting to have their souls saved, I felt as if I could have a show of understanding it better than I

ever did before. If I'd been a Catholic, like Aileen and mother, I should have settled what the Virgin Mary

was like when she was alive, and never said a prayer to her without thinking of Miss Falkland.

While I was dying one week and getting over it another, and going through all the misery every fellow has in

his first year of gaol, Starlight was just his old self all the time. He took it quite easy, never gave any one

trouble, and there wasn't a soul in the place that wouldn't have done anything for him. The visiting magistrate

thought his a most interesting case, and believed in his heart that he had been the means of turning him from

the error of his ways he and the chaplain between them, anyhow. He even helped him to be allowed to be

kept a little separate from the other prisoners (lest they should contaminate him!), and in lots of ways made

It was reported about that it was not the first time that he had been in a gaol. That he'd `done time', as they

call it, in another colony. He might or he might not. He never said. And he wasn't the man, with all his soft

By the look of it you wouldn't think he cared about it a bit. He took it very easy, read half his time, and had

no sign about him that he wasn't perfectly satisfied. He intended when he got out to lead a new life, the

One day we had a chance of a word together. He got the soft side of the chaplain, who thought he wanted to

convert me and take me out of my sulky and obstinate state of mind. He took good care that we were not

`Well, Richard, how are you feeling? I am happy to say that I have been led to think seriously of my former

evil ways, and I have made up my mind, besides, to use every effort in my power to clear out of this infernal

collection of tombstones when the moon gets dark again, about the end of this month.'

`How have you taken to become religious?' I said. `Are you quite sure that what you say can be depended

`I have had many doubts in my mind for a long time,' he said, `and have watched and prayed long, and

listened for the word that was to come; and the end of it is that I have at length heard the news that makes the

soul rejoice, even for the heathen, the boy Warrigal, who will be waiting outside these walls with fresh

horses. I must now leave you, my dear Richard,' he said; `and I hope my words will have made an impression

on you. When I have more to communicate for your good I will ask leave to return.'

After I heard this news I began to live again. Was there a chance of our getting out of this terrible tomb into

the free air and sunshine once more? However it was to be managed I could not make out. I trusted mostly to

Starlight, who seemed to know everything, and to be quite easy about the way it would all turn out.

All that I could get out of him afterwards was that on a certain night a man would be waiting with two horses

outside of the gaol wall; and that if we had the luck to get out safe, and he thought we should, we would be

on their backs in three minutes, and all the police in New South Wales wouldn't catch us once we got five

This was all very well if it came out right; but there was an awful lot to be done before we were even near it.

The more I began to think over it the worse it looked; sometimes I quite lost heart, and believed we should

We knew from the other prisoners that men had tried from time to time to get away. Three had been caught.

One had been shot dead he was lucky another had fallen off the wall and broke his leg. Two had got

We were all locked up in our cells every evening, and at five o'clock, too. We didn't get out till six in the

morning; a long, long time. Cold enough in the bitter winter weather, that had then come in, and a long,

Well, first of all, we had to get the cell door open. That was the easiest part of the lot. There's always men in a

big gaol that all kinds of keys and locks are like large print to. They can make most locks fly open like magic;

what's more, they're willing to do it for anybody else, or show them how. It keeps their hand in; they have a

The getting out of the cell was easy enough, but there was a lot of danger after you had got out. A passage to

cross, where the warder, with his rifle, walked up and down every halfhour all night; then a big courtyard;

then another smaller door in the wall; then the outer yard for those prisoners who are allowed to work at

After all this there was the great outer wall to climb up and drop down from on the other side.

We managed to pick our night well. A French convict, who liked that sort of thing, gave me the means of

undoing the cell door. It was three o'clock in the morning, when in winter most people are sleepy that haven't

much on their minds. The warder that came down the passage wasn't likely to be asleep, but he might have

made it up in his mind that all was right, and not taken as much notice as usual. This was what we trusted to.

Besides, we had got a few fivepound notes smuggled in to us; and though I wouldn't say that we were able

to bribe any of the gaolers, we didn't do ourselves any harm in one or two little ways by throwing a few

I did just as I was told by the Frenchman, and I opened the cell door as easy as a wooden latch. I had to shut it

again for fear the warder would see it and begin to search and sound the alarm at once. Just as I'd done this he

came down the passage. I had only time to crouch down in the shadow when he passed me. That was right;

I crawled and scrambled, and crept along like a snake until little by little I got to the gate through the last wall

but one. The lock here was not so easy as the cell door, and took me more time. While I stood there I was in a

regular tremble with fright, thinking some one might come up, and all my chance would be gone. After a bit

the lock gave way, and I found myself in the outer yard. I went over to the wall and crept along it till I came

to one of the angles. There I was to meet Starlight. He was not there, and he was to bring some spikes to

I waited and waited for halfanhour, which seemed a month. What was I to do if he didn't come? I could not

climb the thirtyfoot wall by myself. One had to be cautious, too, for there were towers at short distances

along the wall; in every one of these a warder, armed with a rifle, which he was sure to empty at any one that

looked like gaolbreaking. I began to think he had made a mistake in the night. Then, that he had been

discovered and caught the moment he tried to get out of the cell. I was sure to be caught if he was prevented

Then I heard a man's step coming up softly; I knew it was Starlight. I knew his step, and thought I would

always tell it from a thousand other men's; it was so light and firm, so quick and free. Even in a prison it was

different from other men's; and I remembered everything he had ever said about walking and running, both of

He was just as cool as ever. `All right, Dick; take these spikes.' He had halfadozen stout bits of iron; how

ever he got them I know no more than the dead, but there they were, and a light strong coil of rope as well. I

knew what the spikes were for, of course; to drive into the wall between the stones and climb up by. With the

rope we were to drop ourselves over the wall the other side. It was thirty feet high no fool of a drop. More

than one man had been picked up disabled at the bottom of it. He had a short stout piece of iron that did to

hammer the spikes in; and that had to be done very soft and quiet, you may be sure.

It took a long time. I thought the night would be over and the daylight come before it was all done; it was so

slow. I could hear the ticktack of his iron every time he knocked one of the spikes in. Of course he went

higher every time. They were just far enough apart for a man to get his foot on from one to another. As he

went up he had one end of the coil of the rope round his wrist. When he got to the top he was to draw it up to

fasten to the top spike, and lower himself down by it to the ground on the other side. At last I felt him pull

hard on the rope. I held it, and put my foot on the first spike. I don't know that I should have found it so very

easy in the dark to get up by the spikes it was almost blackfellows' work, when they put their big toe into

a notch cut in the smooth stem of a gum tree that runs a hundred feet without a branch, and climb up the

outside of it but Jim and I had often practised this sort of climbing when we were boys, and were both

pretty good at it. As for Starlight, he had been to sea when he was young, and could climb like a cat.

When I got to the top I could just see his head above the wall. The rope was fastened well to the top spike,

which was driven almost to the head into the wall. Directly he saw me, he began to lower himself down the

rope, and was out of sight in a minute. I wasn't long after him, you may be sure. In my hurry I let the rope slip

through my hands so fast they were sore for a week afterwards. But I didn't feel it then. I should hardly have

felt it if I had cut them in two, for as my feet touched the ground in the darkness I heard the stamp of a horse's

hoof and the jingle of a bit not much of a sound, but it went through my heart like a knife, along with the

thought that I was a free man once more; that is, free in a manner of speaking. I knew we couldn't be taken

As I stood up a man caught my hand and gave it a squeeze as if he'd have crushed my fingers in. I knew it

was Jim. Of course, I'd expected him to be there, but wasn't sure if he'd be able to work it. We didn't speak,

but started to walk over to where two horses were standing, with a man holding 'em. It was pretty dark, but I

could see Rainbow's star just in his forehead it was the only white he had about him. Of course it was

`We must doublebank my horse,' whispers Jim, `for a mile or two, till we're clear of the place; we didn't

He jumped up, and I mounted behind him. Starlight was on Rainbow in a second. The halfcaste

disappeared, he was going to keep dark for a few days and send us the news. Jim's horse went off as if he had

only ten stone on his back instead of pretty nigh fiveandtwenty. And we were free! Lord God! to think that

men can be such fools as ever to do anything of their own free will and guiding that puts their liberty in

danger when there's such a world outside of a gaol wall such a heaven on earth as long as a man's young

and strong, and has all the feelings of a free man, in a country like this. Would I do the first crooked thing

again if I had my life to live over again, and knew a hundredth part of what I know now? Would I put my

hand in the fire out of laziness or greed? or sit still and let a snake sting me, knowing I should be dead in

twelve hours? Any man's fool enough to do one that'll do the other. Men and women don't know this in time,

that's the worst of it; they won't believe half they're told by them that do know and wish 'em well. They run

on heedless and obstinate, too proud to take advice, till they do as we did. The world's always been the same,

What a different feel from prison air the fresh night breeze had as we swept along a lonely outside track! The

stars were out, though the sky was cloudy now and then, and the big forest trees looked strange in the broken

light. It was so long since I'd seen any. I felt as if I was going to a new world. None of us spoke for a bit. Jim

pulled up at a small hut by the roadside; it looked like a farm, but there was not much show of crops or

anything about the place. There was a tumbledown old barn, with a strong door to it, and a padlock; it

seemed the only building that there was any care taken about. A man opened the door of the hut and looked

`Fit enough to go for the Hawkesbury Guineas. I was up and fed him three hours ago. He's '

The man went straight to the barn, and after a minute or two brought out a horse the same I'd ridden from

Gippsland, saddled and bridled, and ready to jump out of his skin. Jim leaned forward and put something into

All this time Starlight had sat on his horse in the shade of a tree a good bit away. When we started he rode

alongside of us. We were soon in a pretty fair handgallop, and we kept it up. All our horses were good, and

What a ride it was! It was a grand night, anyway I thought so. I blessed the stars, I know. Mile after mile, and

still the horses seemed to go all the fresher the farther they went. I felt I could ride on that way for ever. As

the horses pulled and snorted and snatched at their bridles I felt as happy as ever I did in my life. Mile after

mile it was all the same; we could hear Rainbow snorting from time to time and see his star move as he

tossed up his head. We had many a night ride after together, but that was the best. We had laid it out to make

for a place we knew not so far from home. We dursn't go there straight, of course, but nigh enough to make a

We knew directly we were missed the whole countryside would be turned out looking for us, and that every

trooper within a hundred miles would be hoping for promotion in case he was lucky enough to drop on either

of the Marstons or the notorious Starlight. His name had been pretty well in every one's mouth before, and

It was too far to ride to the Hollow in a day, but Jim had got a place ready for us to keep dark in for a bit, in

case we got clear off. There's never any great trouble in us chaps finding a home for a week or two, and

somebody to help us on our way as long as we've the notes to chuck about. All the worse in the long run. We

rode hardish (some people would have called it a handgallop) most of the way; up hill and down, across the

rocky creeks, through thick timber. More than one river we had to swim. It was mountain water, and Starlight

cursed and swore, and said he would catch his death of cold. Then we all laughed; it was the first time we'd

done that since we were out. My heart was too full to talk, much less laugh, with the thought of being out of

that cursed prison and on my own horse again, with the free bush breeze filling my breast, and the free forest

I'd lived in all my life once more around me. I felt like a king, and as for what might come afterwards I had

no more thought than a schoolboy has of his next year's lessons at the beginning of his holidays. It might

come now. As I took the old horse by the head and raced him down the mountain side, I felt I was living

The sun was just rising, the morning was misty and drizzling; the long sourgrass, the branches of the

scrubby trees, everything we touched and saw was dripping with the night dew, as we rode up a `gap'

between two stiffish hills. We had been riding all night from track to track, sometimes steering by guesswork.

Jim seemed to know the country in a general way, and he told us father and he had been about there a good

deal lately, cattledealing and so on. For the last hour or so we had been on a pretty fair beaten road, though

there wasn't much traffic on it. It was one of the old mail tracks once, but new coach lines had knocked away

all the traffic. Some of the old inns had been good big houses, well kept and looked after then. Now lots of

them were empty, with broken windows and everything in ruins; others were just good enough to let to

people who would live in them, and make a living by cultivating a bit and selling grog on the sly. Where we

pulled up was one of these places, and the people were just what you might expect.

First of all there was the man of the house, Jonathan Barnes, a tall, slouching, flashlooking native; he'd been

a little in the horseracing line, a little in the prizefighting line enough to have his nose broken, and was

fond of talking about `pugs' as he'd known intimate a little in the farming and carrying line, a little in

every line that meant a good deal of gassing, drinking, and idling, and mighty little hard work. He'd a decent,

industrious little wife, about forty times too good for him, and the girls, Bella and Maddie, worked well, or

else he'd have been walking about the country with a swag on his back. They kept him and the house too, like

many another man, and he took all the credit of it, and ordered them about as if he'd been the best and

straightest man in the land. If he made a few pounds now and then he'd drop it on a horserace before he'd

had it a week. They were glad enough to see us, anyhow, and made us comfortable, after a fashion. Jim had

brought fresh clothes, and both of us had stopped on the road and rigged ourselves out, so that we didn't look

so queer as men just out of the jug mostly do, with their closeshaved faces, cropped heads, and prison

clothes. Starlight had brought a false moustache with him, which he stuck on, so that he looked as much like

a swell as ever. Warrigal had handed him a small parcel, which he brought with him, just as we started; and,

with a ring on his finger, some notes and gold in his pocket, he ate his breakfast, and chatted away with the

Our horses were put in the stable and well looked to, you may be sure. The man that straps a cross cove's

horse don't go short of his halfcrown two or three of them, maybe. We made a firstrate breakfast of it;

what with the cold and the wet and not being used to riding lately, we were pretty hungry, and tired too. We

Of course we ran a bit of a risk, but not as bad as we should by riding in broad daylight. The hills on the

south were wild and rangy enough, but there were all sorts of people about on their business in the daytime;

and of course any of them would know with one look that three men, all on wellbred horses, riding right

across country and not stopping to speak or make free with any one, were likely to be `on the cross' all the

more if the police were making particular inquiries about them. We were all armed, too, now. Jim had seen to

that. If we were caught, we intended to have a flutter for it. We were not going back to Berrima if we knew it.

So we turned in, and slept as if we were never going to wake again. We'd had a glass of grog or two, nothing

to hurt, though; and the food and one thing and another made us sleep like tops. Jim was to keep a good

lookout, and we didn't take off our clothes. Our horses were kept saddled, too, with the bridles on their

heads, and only the bits out of their mouths we could have managed without the bits at a pinch

everything ready to be out of the house in one minute, and in saddle and off fullsplit the next. We were

Besides that, Jonathan kept a good lookout, too, for strangers of the wrong sort. It wasn't a bad place in that

way. There was a long stony track coming down to the house, and you could see a horseman or a carriage of

any kind nearly a mile off. Then, in the old times, the timber had been cleared pretty nigh all round the place,

so there was no chance of any one sneaking up unknown to people. There couldn't have been a better harbour

for our sort, and many a jolly spree we had there afterwards. Many a queer sight that old table in the little

parlour saw years after, and the notes and gold and watches and rings and things I've seen the girls handling

Well, about an hour before dark Jim wakes us up, and we both felt as right as the bank. It took a good deal to

knock either of us out of time in those days. I looked round for a bit and then burst out laughing.

`Blest if I didn't think I was in the thundering old cell again,' I said. `I could have sworn I heard the bolt snap

`Well, I hope we shan't, any of us, be shopped again for a while,' says he, rather slow like. `It's bad work, I'm

afraid, and worse to come; but we're in it up to our neck and must see it out. We'll have another feed and be

`Anybody called?' says Starlight, sauntering in, washed and dressed and comfortablelooking. `You told

Jim smiled in spite of himself, though he wasn't in a very gay humour. Poor old Jim was looking ahead a bit,

We had a scrumptious feed that night, beefsteaks and eggs, fresh butter and milk, things we hadn't smelt for

months. Then the girls waited on us; a goodlooking pair they was too, full of larks and fun of all kinds, and

not very particular what sort of jokes they laughed at. They knew well enough, of course, where we'd come

from, and what we laid by all day and travelled at night for; they thought none the worse of us for that, not

they. They'd been bred up where they'd heard all kinds of rough talk ever since they was little kiddies, and

They were a bit afraid of Starlight at first, though, because they seen at once that he was a swell. Jim they

knew a little of; he and father had called there a good deal the last season, and had done a little in the stock

line through Jonathan Barnes. They could see I was something in the same line as Jim. So I suppose they had

made it up to have a bit of fun with us that evening before we started. They came down into the parlour where

our tea was, dressed out in their best and looking very grand, as I thought, particularly as we hadn't seen the

`Well, Mr. Marston,' says the eldest girl, Bella, to Jim, `we didn't expect you'd travel this way with friends so

`Wasn't sure about it,' says Jim, `and when you ain't it's safest to hold your tongue. There's a good many

`I feel certain, Jim,' says Starlight, with his soft voice and pleasant smile, which no woman as I ever saw

could fight against long, `that any man's secret would be safe with Miss Bella. I would trust her with my life

`Oh! Captain,' says poor Bella, and she began to blush quite innocent like, `you needn't fear; there ain't a girl

from Shoalhaven to Albury that would let on which way you were heading, if they were to offer her all the

`Not even a diamond necklace and earrings? Think of a lovely pendant, a cross all brilliants, and a brooch to

`I wouldn't "come it", unless I could get that lovely horse of yours,' says the youngest one, Maddie; `but I'd

do anything in the world to have him. He's the greatest darling I ever saw. Wouldn't he look stunning with a

`You shall have a ride on Rainbow next time we come,' says Starlight. `I've sworn never to give him away or

sell him, that is as long as I'm alive; but I'll tell you what I'll do I'll leave him to you in my will.'

`Why, if I drop one of these fine days and it's on the cards any time you shall have Rainbow; but, mind

now, you're to promise me' here he looked very grave `that you'll neither sell him, nor lend him, nor

`Oh! you don't mean it,' says the girl, jumping up and clapping her hands; `I'd sooner have him than anything

I ever saw in the world. Oh! I'll take such care of him. I'll feed him and rub him over myself; only I forgot,

`Not a bit,' says Starlight; `we must all go when our time comes. If anything happens to me soon he'll be

young enough to carry you for years yet. And you'll win all the ladies' hackney prizes at the shows.'

`But you must now. I've promised him to you, and though I am a well an indifferent character, I never

`Haven't you anything to give me, Captain?' says Bella; `you're in such a generous mind.'

`I must bring you something,' says he, `next time we call. What shall it be? Now's the time to ask. I'm like the

fellow in the "Arabian Nights", the slave of the ring your ring.' Here he took the girl's hand, and

pretending to look at a ring she wore took it up and kissed it. It wasn't a very ugly one neither. `What will you

`I'd like a watch and chain,' she said, pretending to look a little offended. `I suppose I may as well ask for a

Starlight pulled out a pocketbook, and, quite solemn and regular, made a note of it.

`It's yours,' he said, `within a month. If I cannot conveniently call and present it in person, I'll send it by a

The horses were out by this time; the groom was walking Rainbow up and down; he'd put a regular

Frenchpolish on his coat, and the old horse was arching his neck and chawing his bit as if he thought he was

going to start for the Bargo Town Plate. Jonathan himself was holding our two horses, but looking at him.

`My word!' he said, `that's a real picture of a horse; he's too good for a well these roads; he ought to be

in Sydney carrying some swell about and never knowing what a day's hardship feels like. Isn't he a regular

outandouter to look at? And they tell me his looks is about the worst of him. Well here's luck!' Starlight

had called for drinks all round before we started. `Here's luck to roads and coaches, and them as lives by 'em.

They'll miss the old coaching system some day mark my word. I don't hold with these railways they're

`Quite right, Jonathan,' says Starlight, throwing his leg over Rainbow, and chucking the old groom a

sovereign. `The times have never been half as good as in the old coaching days, before we ever smelt a funnel

in New South Wales. But there's a coach or two left yet, isn't there? and sometimes they're worth attending

He bowed and smiled to the girls, and Rainbow sailed off with his beautiful easy, springy stride. He always

put me in mind of the deer I once saw at Mulgoa, near Penrith; I'd never seen any before. My word! how one

of them sailed over a farmer's wheat paddock fence. He'd been in there all night, and when he saw us coming

he just up and made for the fence, and flew it like a bird. I never saw any horse have the same action, only

Rainbow. You couldn't tire him, and he was just the same the end of the day as the beginning. If he hadn't

fallen into Starlight's hands as a colt he'd have been a secondclass racehorse, and wore out his life among

touts and ringmen. He was better where he was. Off we went; what a ride we had that night! Just as well we'd

fed and rested before we started, else we should never have held out. All that night long we had to go, and

keep going. A deal of the road was rough near the Shoalhaven country, across awful deep gullies with a

regular climbup the other side, like the side of a house. Through dismal ironbark forests that looked as black

by night as if all the treetrunks were castiron and the leaves gunmetal. The night wasn't as dark as it

might have been, but now and again there was a storm, and the whole sky turned as black as a wolf's throat,

as father used to say. We got a few knocks and scrapes against the trees, but, partly through the horses being

pretty clever in their kind of way, and having sharpish eyesight of our own, we pulled through. It's no use

talking, sometimes I thought Jim must lose his way. Starlight told us he'd made up his mind that we were

going round and round, and would fetch up about where we'd started from, and find the Moss Vale police

`All right, Captain,' says Jim; `don't you flurry yourself. I've been along this track pretty often this last few

months, and I can steer by the stars. Look at the Southern Cross there; you keep him somewhere on the right

shoulder, and you'll pull up not so very far off that black range above old Rocky Flat.'

`You're not going to be so mad as to call at your own place, Jim, are you?' says he. `Goring's sure to have a

`Trust old dad for that,' says Jim; `he knows Dick and you are on the grass again. He'll meet us before we get

to the place and have fresh horses. I'll bet he's got a chap or two that he can trust to smell out the traps if they

are close handy the old spot. They'll be mighty clever if they get on the blind side of father.'

`Well, we must chance it, I suppose,' I said; `but we were sold once, and I've not much fancy for going back

`They're all looking for you the other way this blessed minute, I'll go bail,' says Jim. `Most of the coves that

bolt from Berrima takes down the southern road to get across the border into Port Philip as soon as they can

`So they are in some ways; I wouldn't mind if we were back there again,' I said. `There's worse places than

Melbourne; but once we get to the Hollow, and that'll be some time today, we may take it easy and spell for

The night was long, and that cold that Jim's beard was froze as stiff as a board; but I sat on my horse, I

declare to heaven, and never felt anything but pleasure and comfort to think I was loose again. You've seen a

dog that's been chained up. Well, when he's let loose, don't he go chevying and racing about over everything

and into everything that's next or anigh him? He'll jump into water or over a fence, and turn aside for nothing.

He's mad with joy and the feeling of being off the chain; he can't hardly keep from barking till he's hoarse,

and rushing through and over everything till he's winded and done up. Then he lies down with his tongue out

Well a man's just like that when he's been on the chain. He mayn't jump about so much, though I've seen

foreign fellows do that when their collar was unbuckled; but he feels the very same things in his heart as that

So, as I said, though I was sitting on a horse all that long cold winter's night through, and had to mind my eye

a bit for the road and the rocks and the hanging branches, I felt my heart swell that much and my courage rise

that I didn't care whether the night was going to turn into a snowstorm like we'd been in Kiandra way, or

whether we'd have a dozen rivers to swim, like the headwaters of the M`Alister, in Gippsland, as nearly

drowned the pair of us. There I sat in my saddle like a man in a dream, lettin' my horse follow Jim's up hill

and down dale, and half the time lettin' go his head and givin' him his own road. Everything, too, I seemed to

notice and to be pleased with somehow. Sometimes it was a rock wallaby out on the feed that we'd come

close on before we saw one another, and it would jump away almost under the horse's neck, taking two or

three awful long springs and lighting square and level among the rocks after a dropleap of a dozen feet, like

a cat jumping out of a window. But the cat's got four legs to balance on and the kangaroo only two. How they

manage it and measure the distance so well, God only knows. Then an old 'possum would sing out, or a

blackfurred flying squirrel pongos, the blacks call 'em would come sailing down from the top of an

ironbark tree, with all his stern sails spread, as the sailors say, and into the branches of another, looking as big

as an eaglehawk. And then we'd come round the corner of a little creek flat and be into the middle of a mob

of wild horses that had come down from the mountain to feed at night. How they'd scurry off through the

scrub and up the range, where it was like the side of a house, and that full of slatebars all upon edge that you

could smell the hoofs of the brumbies as the sharp stones rasped and tore and struck sparks out of them like

Then, just as I thought daybreak was near, a great mopoke flits close over our heads without any rustling or

noise, like the ghost of a bird, and begins to hoot in a big, bare, hollow tree just ahead of us. Hoohoo!

hoohoo! The last time I heard it, it made me shiver a bit. Now I didn't care. I was a desperate man that had

done bad things, and was likely to do worse. But I was free of the forest again, and had a good horse under

Daylight broke when we were close up to the Black Range, safe enough, a little off the line but nothing to

signify. Then we hit off the track that led over the Gap and down into a little flat on a creek that ran the same

Jim had managed for father and Warrigal to meet us somewhere near here with fresh horses. There was an

old shepherd's hut that stood by itself almost covered with marshmallows and nettles. As we came down the

steep track a dog came up snuffing and searching about the grass and stones as if he'd lost something. It was

`Now we're getting home, Jim,' says Starlight. `It's quite a treat to see the old scamp again. Well, old man,' he

says to the dog, `how's all getting on at the Hollow?' The dog came right up to Rainbow and rubbed against

his fetlock, and jumped up two or three times to see if he could touch his rider. He was almost going to bark,

Dad was sitting on a log by the hut smoking, just the same as he was before he left us last time. He was

holding two fresh horses, and we were not sorry to see them. Horses are horses, and there wasn't much left in

our two. We must have ridden a good eighty miles that night, and it was as bad as a hundred by daylight.

Father came a step towards us as we jumped off. By George, I was that stiff with the long ride and the cold

that I nearly fell down. He'd got a bit of a fire, so we lit our pipes and had a comfortable smoke.

`Well, Dick, you're back agin, I see,' he says, pretty pleasant for him. `Glad to see you, Captain, once more.

It's been lonesome work nobody but me and Jim and Warrigal, that's like a bear with a sore head half his

time. I'd a mind to roll into him once or twice, and I should too only for his being your property like.'

`Thank you, Ben, I'll knock his head off myself as soon as we get settled a bit. Warrigal's not a bad boy, but a

good deal like a Rocky Mountain mule; he's no good unless he's knocked down about once a month or so,

`You'll see him about a mile on,' says father. `He told me he'd be behind the big rock where the tree grows

on the left of the road. He said he'd get you a fresh horse, so as he could take Rainbow back to the Hollow the

Sure enough after we'd just got well on the road again Warrigal comes quietly out from behind a big granite

boulder and shows himself. He was riding Bilbah, and leading a wellbred, goodlooking chestnut. He was

one of the young ones out of the Hollow. He'd broken him and got him quiet. I remembered when I was there

first spotting him as a yearling. I knew the blaze down his face and his three white legs.

Warrigal jumps off Bilbah and throws down the bridle. Then he leads the chestnut up to where Starlight was

standing smoking, and throws himself down at his feet, bursting out crying like a child. He was just like a

dog that had found his master again. He kept looking up at Starlight just like a dog does, and smiling and

going on just as if he never expected to see such a good thing again as long as he lived.

`Well, Warrigal,' says Starlight, very careless like, `so you've brought me a horse, I see. You've been a very

good boy. Take Rainbow round the long way into the Hollow. Look after him, whatever you do, or I'll

murder you. Not that he's done, or anything near it; but had enough for one ride, poor old man. Off with you!'

He changed the saddle, and Warrigal hopped on to Bilbah, and led off Rainbow, who tossed his head, and

trotted away as if he'd lots to spare, and hadn't had twelve hours under saddle; best part without a halt or a

bait. I've seen a few good 'uns in my time, but I never saw the horse that was a patch on Rainbow, take him

We pushed on again, then, for ten miles, and somewhere about eight o'clock we pulled up at home at

home. Aileen knew we were coming, and ran out to meet us. She threw her arms round me, and kissed and

cried over me for ever so long before she took any notice of Starlight, who'd got down and was looking

another way. `Oh! my boy, my boy,' she said, `I never thought to see you again for years. How thin you've

got and pale, and strange looking. You're not like your old self at all. But you're in the bush again now, by

God's blessing. We must hide you better next time. I declare I begin to feel quite wicked, and as if I could

`Well spoken, Miss Marston,' said Starlight, just lifting his hat and making a bit of a bow like, just as if she

was a real lady; but he was the same to all women. He treated them all alike with the same respect of manner

as if they were duchesses; young or old, gentle or simple it made no odds to him. `We must have your

assistance if we're to do any good. Though whether it wouldn't be more prudent on your part to cut us all

`Captain Starlight, it's too late now; but words can never tell how I hate and despise the whole thing. My love

for Dick got the better of my reason for a bit, but I could Why, how pale you look!'

He was growing pale, and no mistake. He had been ill for a bit before he left Berrima, though he wouldn't

give in, and the ride was rather too much for him, I suppose. Anyhow, down he tumbles in a dead faint.

Aileen rushed over and lifted up his head. I got some water and dabbed it over him. After a bit he came to. He

raises himself on his elbows and looks at Aileen. Then he smiles quietly and says

`I'm quite ashamed of myself. I'm growing as delicate as a young lady. I hope I haven't given you much

When he got up and walked to the verandah he quite staggered, showing he was that weak as he could hardly

`And where are you going when you leave this place?' she asked. `Surely you and my brothers never can live

`We must try, at all events, Miss Marston,' Starlight answered, raising up his head and looking proud. `You

We made out that there was no great chance of our being run into at the old place. Father went on first with

Crib. He was sure to give warning in some way, best known to father himself, if there was any one about that

Mother was inside. I thought it was queer that she didn't come outside. She was always quick enough about

that when we came home before, day or night. When I went in I could see, when she got up from her chair,

that she was weak, and looked as if she'd been ill. She looked ever so much older, and her hair was a lot

She held out her arms and clung round my neck as if I'd been raised from the dead. So I was in a kind of a

way. But she didn't say much, or ask what I was going to do next. Poor soul! she knew it couldn't be much

good anyway; and that if we were hunted before, we'd be worse hunted now. Those that hadn't heard of our

little game with the Momberah cattle would hear of our getting out of Berrima Gaol, which wasn't done every

We hadn't a deal of time to spare, because we meant to start off for the Hollow that afternoon, and get there

some time in the night, even if it was late. Jim and dad knew the way in almost blindfold. Once we got there

we could sleep for a week if we liked, and take it easy all roads. So father told mother and Aileen straight that

`Oh! father, can't Dick and Jim stop for a day?' cries out Aileen. `It does seem so hard when we haven't seen

`D'ye want to have us all took the same as last time?' growls father. `Women's never contented as I can see.

For two pins I wouldn't have brought them this way at all. I don't want to be making roads from this old crib

`We must do what's best, of course,' said poor Aileen; `but it's hard very hard on us. It's mother I'm

thinking of, you know. If you knew how she always wakes up in the night, and calls for Dick, and cries when

`Comfort her!' says dad; `why, what can I do? Don't I tell you if we stay about here we're shopped as safe as

anything ever was? Will that comfort her, or you either? We're safe today because I've got telegraphs on the

outside that the police can't pass without ringing the bell in a way of speaking. But you see tomorrow

there'll be more than one lot here, and I want to be clean away before they come.'

`You know best,' says Aileen; `but suppose they come here tomorrow morning at daylight, as they did last

time, and bring a black tracker with them, won't he be able to follow up your track when you go away

`No, he won't; for this reason, we shall all ride different ways as soon as we leave here. A good while before

we get near the place where we all meet we shall find Warrigal on the lookout. He can take the Captain in

by another track, and there'll be only Jim and I and the old dog, the only three persons that'll go in the near

`Somewheres about a month, I suppose, if we've luck. There's a deal belongs to that. You'd better go and see

what there is for us to eat. We've a long way and a rough way to go before we get to the Hollow.'

Aileen was off at this, and then she set to work and laid a clean tablecloth in the sittingroom and set us

down our meal breakfast, or whatever it was. It wasn't so bad corned beef, firstrate potatoes, fresh

damper, milk, butter, eggs. Tea, of course, it's the great drink in the bush; and although some doctors say it's

We had no intention of stopping the whole night, though we were tempted to do so to have one night's rest

in the old place where we used to sleep so sound before. It was no good thinking of anything of that kind,

anyhow, for a good while to come. What we'd got to do was to look out sharp and not be caught simple again

After we had our tea we sat outside the verandah, and tried to make the best of it. Jim stayed inside with

mother for a good while; she didn't leave her chair much now, and sat knitting by the hour together. There

was a great change come over her lately. She didn't seem to be afraid of our getting caught as she used to be,

nor half as glad or sorry about anything. It seemed like as if she'd made up her mind that everything was as

bad as it could be, and past mending. So it was; she was right enough there. The only one who was in real

good heart and spirits was Starlight. He'd come round again, and talked and rattled away, and made Aileen

and Jim and me laugh, in spite of everything. He said we had all fine times before us now for a year or two,

any way. That was a good long time. After that anything might happen. What it would be he neither knew nor

cared. Life was made up of short bits; sometimes it was hard luck; sometimes everything went jolly and well.

We'd got our liberty again, our horses, and a place to go to, where all the police in the country would never

find us. He was going in for a short life and a merry one. He, for one, was tired of small adventures, and he

was determined to make the name of Starlight a little more famous before very long. If Dick and Jim would

take his advice the advice of a desperate, illfated outcast, but still staunch to his friends they would

clear out, and leave him to sink or swim alone, or with such associates as he might pick up, whose destination

would be no great matter whatever befell them. They could go into hiding for a while make for

Queensland and then go into the northern territory. There was new country enough there to hide all the

`But why don't you take your own advice?' said Aileen, looking over at Starlight as he sat there quite careless

and comfortablelooking, as if he'd no call to trouble his head about anything. `Isn't your life worth mending

or saving? Why keep on this reckless miserable career which you yourself expect to end ill?'

`If you ask me, Miss Marston,' he said, `whether my life what is left of it is worth saving, I must

distinctly answer that it is not. It is like the last coin or two in the gambler's purse, not worth troubling one's

head about. It must be flung on the board with the rest. It might land a reasonable stake. But as to

economising and arranging details that would surely be the greatest folly of all.'

I heard Aileen sigh to herself. She said nothing for a while; and then old Crib began to growl. He got up and

walked along the track that led up the hill. Father stood up, too, and listened. We all did except Starlight, who

Presently the dog came walking slowly back, and coiled himself up again close to Starlight, as if he had made

up his mind it didn't matter. We could hear a horse coming along at a pretty good bat over the hard, rocky,

gravelly road. We could tell it was a single horse, and more than that, a barefooted one, coming at a

handgallop up hill and down dale in a careless kind of manner. This wasn't likely to be a police trooper. One

man wouldn't come by himself to a place like ours at night; and no trooper, if he did come, would clatter

along a hard track, making row enough to be heard more than a mile off on a quiet night.

`It's all right,' says father. `The old dog knowed him; it's Billy the Boy. There's something up.'

Just as he spoke we saw a horseman come in sight; and he rattled down the stony track as hard as he could

lick. He pulled up just opposite the house, close by where we were standing. It was a boy about fifteen,

dressed in a ragged pair of moleskin trousers, a good deal too large for him, but kept straight by a leather

strap round the waist. An old cabbagetree hat and a blue serge shirt made up the rest of his rig. Boots he had

on, but they didn't seem to be fellows, and one rusty spur. His hair was like a haycoloured mop,

halfhanging over his eyes, which looked sharp enough to see through a gum tree and out at the other side.

He jumped down and stood before us, while his horse's flanks heaved up and down like a pair of bellows.

`My word, governor, you was all in great luck as I come home last night, after bein' away with them cattle to

pound. Bobby, he don't know a p'leeceman from a woodan'water joey; he'd never have dropped they was

`Fust thing in the morning,' says the young wit, grinning all over his face. `Won't they be jolly well sold when

they rides up and plants by the yard, same as they did last time, when they took Dick.'

`Which ones was they?' asks father, fillin' his pipe quite businesslike, just as if he'd got days to spare.

`Them two fellers from Bargo; one of 'em's a new chum got his hair cut short, just like Dick's. My word, I

thought he'd been waggin' it from some o' them Gov'ment institoosh'ns. I did raly, Dick, old man.'

`You're precious free and easy, my young friend,' says Starlight, walking over. `I rather like you. You have a

keen sense of humour, evidently; but can't you say how you found out that the men were her Majesty's police

`You're Cap'n Starlight, I suppose,' says the youngster, looking straight and square at him, and not a bit put

out. `Well, I've been pretty quick coming; thirty mile inside of three hours, I'll be bound. I heard them talking

about you. It was Starlight this and Starlight that all the time I was going in and out of the room, pretending

`No fear. They thought we didn't tumble, I expect; but I seen their horses hung up outside, both shod all

round; bits and irons bright. Stabled horses, too, I could swear. Then the youngest chap him with the old

Here he squared his shoulders, put his hands by his side, and marched up and down, looking for all the world

`There's no hiding the military air, you think, Billy?' said Starlight. `That fellow was a recruit, and had been

`I d'no. Mother got 'em to stay, and began to talk quite innocentlike of the bad characters there was in the

country. Ha! ha! It was as good as a play. Then they began to talk almost right out about Sergeant Goring

having been away on a wrong scent, and how wild he was, and how he would be after Starlight's mob

tomorrow morning at daylight, and some p'leece was to meet him near Rocky Flat. They didn't say they was

`Not he,' says the boy; `I wish I had him or the likes of him. He belongs to old Driver. I was just workin' it

how I'd get out and catch our old moke without these chaps being fly as I was going to talligrarph, when

`"You catch old Johnny Smoker and look for her till you do find her, if it's ten o'clock tonight," says mother,

very fierce. "Your father'll give you a fine larrupin' if he comes home and there's that cow lost."

`So off I goes and mans old Johnny, and clears out straight for here. When I came to Driver's I runs his horses

up into a yard nigh the angle of his outside paddock and collars this little 'oss, and lets old Johnny go in

`So it seems,' says Starlight; `here's a sovereign for you, youngster. Keep your ears and eyes open; you'll

always find that good information brings a good price. I'd advise you to keep away from Mr. Marston, sen.,

and people of his sort, and stick to your work, if I thought there was the least earthly chance of your doing so;

but I see plainly that you're not cut out for the industrious, steadygoing line.'

`Not if I know it,' said the boy; `I want to see life before I die. I'm not going to keep on milling and slaving

day after day all the year round. I'll cut it next year as sure as a gun. I say, won't you let me ride a bit of the

`Not a yard,' says father, who was pretty cranky by this time; `you go home again and put that horse where

you got him. We don't want old Driver tracking and swearing after us because you ride his horses; and keep

Billy the Boy nodded his head, and jumping into his saddle, rode off again at much about the same pace he'd

come at. He was a regular reckless young devil, as bold as a twoyearold colt in a brandingyard, that's

ready to jump at anything and knock his brains out against a stockyard post, just because he's never known

any real regular hurt or danger, and can't realise it. He was terrible cruel to horses, and would ruin a horse in

less time than any man or boy I ever seen. I always thought from the first that he'd come to a bad end.

Howsoever, he was a wonderful chap to track and ride; none could beat him at that; he was nearly as good as

Warrigal in the bush. He was as cunning as a pet dingo, and would look as stupid before any one he didn't

know, or thought was too respectable, as if he was half an idiot. But no one ever stirred within twenty or

thirty miles of where he lived without our hearing about it. Father fished him out, having paid him pretty well

We had the horses up, ready saddled and fed, by sundown, and as soon as the moon rose we made a start of it.

I had time for a bit of a talk with Aileen about the Storefields, though I couldn't bring myself to say their

names at first. I was right in thinking that Gracey had seen me led away a prisoner by the police. She came

into the hut afterwards with Aileen, as soon as mother was better, and the two girls sat down beside one

George Storefield had been very good, and told Aileen that, whatever happened to us or the old man, it would

make no difference to him or to his feelings towards her. She thanked him, but said she could never consent

to let him disgrace himself by marrying into a family like ours. He had come over every now and then, and

had seen they wanted for nothing when father and Jim were away; but she always felt her heart growing

colder towards him and his prosperity while we were so low down in every way. As for Gracey, she (Aileen)

believed that she was in love with me in a quiet, steady way of her own, without showing it much, but that

she would be true to me, if I asked her, to the end of the world, and she was sure that she could never marry

any one else as long as I lived. She was that sort of girl. So didn't I think I ought to do everything I could to

get a better character, and try and be good enough for such a girl? She knew girls pretty well. She didn't think

And when we went away where were we going to hide? I could not say about particular distances, but I told

her generally that we'd keep out of harm's way, and be careful not to be caught. We might see her and mother

now and then, and by bushtelegraphs and other people we could trust should be able to send news about

`What's the Captain going to do?' she said suddenly. `He doesn't look able to bear up against hardship like the

rest of you. What beautiful small hands he has, and his eyes are like sleeping fires.'

`Oh, he's a good deal stronger than he looks,' I said; `he's the smartest of the lot of us, except it is dad, and

I've heard the old man say he must knock under to him. But don't you bother your head about him; he's quite

able to take care of himself, and the less a girl like you thinks about a man like him the better for her.'

`Oh, nonsense,' she said, at the same time looking down in a halfconfused sort of way. `I'm not likely to

think about him or any one else just now; but it seems such a dreadful thing to think a man like him, so clever

and daring, and so handsome and gentle in his ways, should be obliged to lead such a life, hunted from place

`Like a bushranger, Ailie,' I said, `for that'll be the long and short of it. You may as well know it now, we're

`You don't say that, Dick,' she said. `Oh! surely you will never be so mad. Do you want to kill mother and me

right out? If you do, why not take a knife or an axe and do it at once? Her you've been killing all along. As

for me, I feel so miserable and degraded and despairing at times that but for her I could go and drown myself

`What's the use of going on like that, Aileen?' I said roughly. `If we're caught now, whatever we do, great or

small, we're safe for years and years in gaol. Mayn't we as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb? What odds can

it make? We'll only have bolder work than duffing cattle and faking horsebrands like a lot of miserable

`I hear, I hear,' says sister, sitting down and putting her head in her hands. `Surely the devil has power for a

season to possess himself of the souls of men, and do with them what he will. I know how obstinate you are,

Dick. Pray God you may not have poor Jim's blood to answer for as well as your own before all is done.

Goodbye. I can't say God bless you, knowing what I do; but may He turn your heart from all wicked ways,

and keep you from worse and deadlier evil than you have committed! Goodnight. Why, oh why, didn't we

I brought it out suddenlike to Aileen before I could stop myself, but it was all true. How we were to make

the first start we couldn't agree; but we were bound to make another big touch, and this time the police would

be after us for something worth while. Anyhow, we could take it easy at the Hollow for a bit, and settle all the

Our dart now was to get to the Hollow that night some time, and not to leave much of a track either. Nobody

had found out the place yet, and wasn't going to if we knew. It was too useful a hidingplace to give away

without trouble, and we swore to take all sorts of good care to keep it secret, if it was to be done by the art of

We went up Nulla Mountain the same way as we remembered doing when Jim and I rode to meet father that

time he had the lot of weaners. We kept wide and didn't follow on after one another so as to make a marked

trail. It was a long, dark, dreary ride. We had to look sharp so as not to get dragged off by a breasthigh

bough in the thick country. There was no fetching a doctor if any one was hurt. Father rode ahead. He knew

the ins and outs of the road better than any of us, though Jim, who had lived most of his time in the Hollow

after he got away from the police, was getting to know it pretty well. We were obliged to go slow mostly

for a good deal of the track lay along the bed of a creek, full of boulders and rocks, that we had to cross ever

so many times in a mile. The sharpedged rocks, too, overhung low enough to knock your brains out if you

It was far into the night when we got to the old yard. There it stood, just as I recollect seeing it the time Jim

and I and father branded the weaners. It had only been used once or twice since. It was patched up a bit in

places, but nobody seemed to have gone next or nigh it for a long time. The grass had grown up round the

sliprails; it was as strange and forsakenlooking as if it belonged to a deserted station.

As we rode up a man comes out from an angle of the fence and gives a whistle. We knew, almost without

looking, that it was Warrigal. He'd come there to meet Starlight and take him round some other way. Every

track and short cut there was in the mountains was as easy to him as the road to George Storefield's was to us.

Nulla Mountain was full of curious gullies and caves and places that the devil himself could hardly have run a

man to ground in, unless he'd lived near it all his life as Warrigal had. He wasn't very free in showing them to

us, but he'd have made a bridge of his own body any time to let Starlight go safe. So when they rode away

together we knew he was safe whoever might be after us, and that we should see him in the Hollow some

We went on for a mile or two farther; then we got off, and turned our horses loose. The rest of the way we

had to do on foot. My horse and Jim's had got regularly broke into Rocky Flat, and we knew that they'd go

home as sure as possible, not quite straight, but keeping somewhere in the right direction. As for father he

always used to keep a horse or two, trained to go home when he'd done with him. The pony he rode tonight

would just trot off, and never put his nose to the ground almost till he got wind of home.

We humped our saddles and swags ourselves; a stiffish load too, but the night was cool, and we did our best.

It was no use growling. It had to be done, and the sooner the better. It seemed a long time following father

step by step before we came to the place where I thought the cattle were going to be driven over the

precipice. Here we pulled up for a bit and had a smoke. It was a queer time and a queer lookout.

Three o'clock in the morning the stars in the sky, and it so clear that we could see Nulla Mountain rising

up against it a big black lump, without sign of tree or rock; underneath the valley, one sea of mist, and we just

agoing to drop into it; on the other side of the Hollow, the clear hill we called the Sugarloaf. Everything

seemed dead, silent, and solitary, and a rummier start than all, here were we three desperate men, driven

to make ourselves a home in this lonesome, Godforsaken place! I wasn't very fanciful by that time, but if the

devil had risen up to make a fourth amongst us I shouldn't have been surprised. The place, the time, and the

We smoked our pipes out, and said nothing to each other, good or bad. Then father makes a start, and we

follows him; took a goodish while, but we got down all right, and headed for the cave. When we got there our

troubles were over for a while. Jim struck a match and had a fire going in no time; there was plenty of dry

wood, of course. Then father rolls a keg out of a hole in the wall; firstrate dark brandy it was, and we felt a

sight better for a good stiff nip all round. When a man's cold and tired, and hungry, and down on his luck as

well, a good caulker of grog don't do him no harm to speak of. It strings him up and puts him straight. If he's

anything of a man he can stand it, and feel all the better for it; but it's a precious sight too easy a lesson to

learn, and there's them that can't stop, once they begin, till they've smothered what brains God Almighty put

inside their skulls, just as if they was to bore a hole and put gunpowder in. No! they wouldn't stop if they

were sure of going to heaven straight, or to hell next minute if they put the last glass to their lips. I've heard

We were none of us like that. Not then, anyhow. We could take or leave it, and though dad could do with his

share when it was going, he always knew what he was about, and could put the peg in any time. So we had

one strongish tot while the tea was boiling. There was a bag of ship biscuit; we fried some hung beef, and

made a jolly good supper. We were that tired we didn't care to talk much, so we made up the fire last thing

and rolled ourselves in our blankets; I didn't wake till the sun had been up an hour or more.

I woke first; Jim was fast asleep, but dad had been up a goodish while and got things ready for breakfast. It

was a fine, clear morning; everything looked beautiful, 'specially to me that had been locked up away from

this sort of thing so long. The grass was thick and green round the cave, and right up to the big sandstone

slabs of the floor, looking as if it had never been eat down very close. No more it had. It would never have

paid to have overstocked the Hollow. What cattle and horses they kept there had a fine time of it, and were

Opposite where we were the valley was narrow. I could see the sandstone precipices that walled us in, a sort

of yellowish, white colour, all lighted up with the rays of the morning sun, looking like gold towers against

the heavy green forest timber at the foot of them. Birds were calling and whistling, and there was a little

spring that fell drip, drip over a rough rock basin all covered with ferns. A little mob of horses had fed pretty

close up to the camp, and would walk up to look curiouslike, and then trot off with their heads and tails up.

It was a pretty enough sight that met my eyes on waking. It made me feel a sort of false happiness for a time,

to think we had such a place to camp in on the quiet, and call our own, in a manner of speaking.

`Well, boys, what d'ye think of the Hollow again? It's not a bad earth for the old dogfox and his cubs when

the hounds have run him close. They can't dig him out here, or smoke him out either. We've no call to do

anything but rest ourselves for a week or two, anyhow; then we must settle on something and buckle to it

more businesslike. We've been too helterskelter lately, Jim and I. We was beginning to run risks, got

There's no mistake, it's a grand thing to wake up and know you've got nothing to do for a bit but to take it

easy and enjoy yourself. No matter how light your work may be, if it's regular and has to be done every day,

the harness 'll gall somewhere; you get tired in time and sick of the whole thing.

Jim and I knew well that, bar accidents, we were as safe in the Hollow as we used to be in our beds when we

were boys. We'd searched it through and through last time, till we'd come to believe that only three or four

people, and those sometimes not for years at a time, had ever been inside of it. There were no tracks of more.

We could see how the first gang levied; they were different. Every now and then they had a big drink `a

mad carouse', as the books say when they must have done wild, strange things, something like the Spanish

Main buccaneers we'd read about. They'd brought captives with them, too. We saw graves, halfadozen

We had a quiet, comfortable meal, and a smoke afterwards. Then Jim and I took a long walk through the

Hollow, so as to tell one another what was in our minds, which we hadn't a chance to do before. Before we'd

`It was no use sending it to you, old man, while you was in the jug,' he says; `it was quite bad enough without

this, so I thought I'd keep it till we were settled a bit like. Now we're going to set up in business on our own

I knew the writing well, though I hadn't seen it lately. It was from her from Kate Morrison that was. It

So this is the end of your high and mighty doings, Richard Marston, passing yourself and Jim off as squatters.

I don't blame him [no, of course not, nobody ever blamed Jim, or would, I suppose, if he'd burned down

Government House and stuck up his Excellency as he was coming out of church] but when I saw in the

papers that you had been arrested for cattlestealing I knew for the first time how completely Jeanie and I

I won't pretend that I didn't think of the money you were said to have, and how pleasant it would be to spend

some of it after the miserable, scrambling, skimping life we had lately been used to. But I loved you, Dick

Marston, for YOURSELF, with a deep and passionate love which you will never know now, which you

would scorn and treat lightly, perhaps, if you did know. You may yet find out what you have lost, if ever you

I was not such a silly fool as to pine and fret over our romance so cruelly disturbed, though Jeanie was; it

nearly broke her heart. No, Richard, my nature is not of that make. I generally get even with people who

wrong me. I send you a photo, giving a fair idea of myself and my HUSBAND, Mr. Mullockson. I accepted

his offer soon after I saw your adventures, and those of your friend Starlight, in every newspaper in the

colonies. I did not hold myself bound to live single for your sake, so did what most women do, though they

Mr. Mullockson has plenty of money, which is NEARLY everything in this world, so that I am comfortable

and well off, as far as that goes. If I am not happy that is your fault your fault, I say, because I am not able

to tear your false image and false self from my thoughts. Whatever happens to me in the future you may

consider yourself to blame for. I should have been a happy and fairly good woman, as far as women go, if

you had been true, or rather if everything about you had not been utterly false and despicable.

You think it fortunate after reading this, I daresay, that we are separated for ever, BUT WE MAY MEET

AGAIN, Richard Marston. THEN you may have reason to curse the day, as I do most heartily, when you first

Not a pleasant letter, by no manner of means. I was glad I didn't get it while I was eating my heart out under

the stifling low roof of the cell at Nomah, or when I was bearing my load at Berrima. A few pounds more

when the weight was all I could bear and live would have crushed the heart out of me. I didn't want anything

to cross me when I was looking at mother and Aileen and thinking how, between us, we'd done everything

our worst enemy could have wished us to do. But here, when there was plenty of time to think over old days

and plan for the future, I could bear the savage, spiteful sound of the whole letter and laugh at the way she

had got out of her troubles by taking up with a rough old fellow whose chequebook was the only decent

thing about him. I wasn't sorry to be rid of her either. Since I'd seen Gracey Storefield again every other

woman seemed disagreeable to me. I tore up the letter and threw it away, hoping I had done for ever with a

`Glad you take it so quiet,' Jim says, after holding his tongue longer than he did mostly. `She's a bad,

coldhearted jade, though she is Jeanie's sister. If I thought my girl was like her she'd never have another

thought from me, but she isn't, and never was. The worse luck I've had the closer she's stuck to me, like a

little brick as she is. I'd give all I ever had in the world if I could go to her and say, "Here I am, Jim Marston,

without a penny in the world, but I can look every man in the face, and we'll work our way along the road of

life cheerful and loving together." But I CAN'T say it, Dick, that's the devil of it, and it makes me so wild

sometimes that I could knock my brains out against the first ironbark tree I come across.'

I didn't say anything, but I took hold of Jim's hand and shook it. We looked in each other's eyes for a minute;

As we were safe to stop in the Hollow for long spells at a time we took a good look over it, as far as we could

do on foot. We found a rum sort of place at the end of a long gully that went easterly from the main flat. In

one way you'd think the whole valley had been an arm of the sea some time or other. It was a bit like Sydney

Harbour in shape, with one principal valley and no end of small cover and gullies running off from it, and

winding about in all directions. Even the sandstone walls, by which the whole affair, great and small, was

hemmed in, were just like the cliff about South Head; there were lines, too, on the face of them, Jim and I

made out, just like where the waves had washed marks and levels on the searock. We didn't trouble

ourselves much about that part of it. Whatever might have been there once, it grew stunning fine grass now,

and there was beautiful clear fresh water in all the creeks that ran through it.

Well, we rambled up the long, crooked gully that I was talking about till about halfway up it got that narrow

that it seemed stopped by a big rock that had tumbled down from the top and blocked the path. It was pretty

When we got round the rock the track was plain again; it had been well worn once, though neither foot nor

hoof much had been along it for many a year. It takes a good while to wear out a track in a dry country.

The gully widened out bit by bit, till at last we came to a little round green flat, right under the rock walls

which rose up a couple of thousand feet above it on two sides. On the flat was an old hut very old it

seemed to be, but not in bad trim for all that. The roof was of shingles, split, thick, and wedge shaped; the

Outside had been a garden; a few rose trees were standing yet, ragged and stunted. The wallabies had

trimmed them pretty well, but we knew what they were. Been a cornpatch too the marks where it had

been hoed up were there, same as they used to do in old times when there were more hoes than ploughs and

`Well, this is a rum start,' says Jim, as we sat down on a log outside that looked as if it had been used for a

seat before. `Who the deuce ever built this gunyah and lived in it by himself for years and years? You can see

it was no two or three months' time he done here. There's the spring coming out of the rock he dipped his

water from. The track's reg'lar worn smooth over the stones leading to it. There was a fence round this

garden, some of the rails lying there rotten enough, but it takes time for sound hard wood to rot. He'd a stool

and table too, not bad ones either, this Robinson Crusoe cove. No end of manavilins either. I wonder whether

he come here before them first Government men chaps we heard of. Likely he did and died here too.

He might have chummed in with them, of course, or he might not. Perhaps Starlight knows something about

We fossicked about for a while to see if the man who lived so long by himself in this lonely place had left

anything behind him to help us make out what sort he was. We didn't find much. There was writing on the

walls here and there, and things cut on the fireplace posts. Jim couldn't make head or tail of them, nor me

`The old cove may have left something worth having behind him,' he said, after staring at the cold hearth ever

so long. `Men like him often leave gold pieces and jewels and things behind them, locked up in brassbound

boxes; leastways the storybooks say so. I've half a mind to root up the old hearthstone; it's a thundering

`It IS pretty heavy,' I said. `For all we know he may have had help to bring it in. We've no time now to see

into it; we'd better make tracks and see if Starlight has made back. We shall have to shape after a bit, and we

`He'll be back safe enough. There's no pull in being outside now with all the world chevying after you and

Jim was right. As we got up to the cave we saw Starlight talking to the old man and Warrigal letting go the

horse. They'd taken their time to come in, but Warrigal knew some hole or other where they'd hid before very

`Well, boys!' says Starlight, coming forward quite heartily, `glad to see you again; been taking a walk and

engaging yourselves this fine weather? Rather nice country residence of ours, isn't it? Wonder how long we

shall remain in possession! What a charm there is in home! No place like home, is there, governor?'

Dad didn't smile, he very seldom did that, but I always thought he never looked so glum at Starlight as he did

`The place is well enough,' he growled, `if we don't smother it all by letting our tracks be followed up. We've

been dashed lucky so far, but it'll take us all we know to come in and out, if we've any roadwork on hand, and

`It can be managed well enough,' says Starlight. `Is that dinner ever going to be ready? Jim, make the tea,

there's a good fellow; I'm absolutely starving. The main thing is never to be seen together except on great

occasions. Two men, or three at the outside, can stick up any coach or travellers that are worth while. We can

get home one by one without half the risk there would be if we were all together. Hand me the corned beef, if

We were smoking our pipes and lying about on the dry floor of the cave, with the sun coming in just enough

`We may as well have it out now what lay we're going upon and whether we're all agreed in our minds TO

TURN OUT, and do the thing in the regular good oldfashioned Sydneyside style. It's risky, of course, and

we're sure to have a smart brush or two; but I'm not going to be jugged again, not if I know it, and I don't see

but what bushranging yes, BUSHRANGING, it's no use saying one thing and meaning another ain't

as safe a game, let alone the profits of it, as mooching about cattleduffing and being lagged in the long run

`Because it's too late,' growled father; `too late by years. It's sink or swim with all of us. If we work together

we may make ten thousand pounds or more in the next four or five years, enough to clear out with altogether

if we've luck. If any of us goes snivelling in now and giving himself up, they'd know there's something

crooked with the lot of us, and they'll run us down somehow. I'll see 'em all in the pit of hl before I give in,

and if Jim does, he opens the door and sells the pass on us. You can both do what you like.' And here the old

`No use, Dick,' says Jim. `If he won't it's no use my giving in. I can't stand being thought a coward. Besides,

if you were nabbed afterwards people might say it was through me. I'd sooner be killed and buried a dozen

times over than that. It's no use talking it isn't to be we had better make up our minds once for all, and

Poor old Jim. He had gone into it innocent from the very first. He was regular led in because he didn't like to

desert his own flesh and blood, even if it was wrong. Bit by bit he had gone on, not liking or caring for the

thing one bit, but following the lead of others, till he reached his present pitch. How many men, and women

too, there are in the world who seem born to follow the lead of others for good or evil! They get drawn in

somehow, and end by paying the same penalty as those that meant nothing else from the start.

The finish of the whole thing was this, that we made up our minds to turn out in the bushranging line. It

might seem foolish enough to outsiders, but when you come to think of it we couldn't better ourselves much.

We could do no worse than we had done, nor run any greater risk to speak of. We were `long sentence men'

as it was, sure of years and years in prison; and, besides, we were certain of something extra for breaking

gaol. Jim and Warrigal were `wanted', and might be arrested by any chance trooper who could recollect their

description in the `Police Gazette'. Father might be arrested on suspicion and remanded again and again until

they could get some evidence against him for lots of things that he'd been in besides the Momberah cattle.

When it was all boiled down it came to this, that we could make more money in one night by sticking up a

coach or a bank than in any other way in a year. That when we had done it, we were no worse off than we

were now, as far as being outlaws, and there was a chance not a very grand one, but still a chance that

So we settled it at that. We had plenty of good horses what with the young ones coming on, that Warrigal

could break, and what we had already. There was no fear of running short of horseflesh. Firearms we had

enough for a dozen men. They were easy enough to come by. We knew that by every mailcoach that

travelled on the Southern or Western line there was always a pretty fair sprinkling of notes sent in the letters,

besides what the passengers might carry with them, watches, rings, and other valuables. It wasn't the habit of

people to carry arms, and if they did, there isn't one in ten that uses 'em. It's all very well to talk over a

dinnertable, but any one who's been stuck up himself knows that there's not much chance of doing much in

Suppose you're in a coach, or riding along a road. Well, you're expected and waited for, and the road party

knows the very moment you'll turn up. They see you acoming. You don't see them till it's too late. There's a

log or something across the road, if it's a coach, or else the driver's walking his horses up a steepish hill. Just

at the worst pinch or at a turn, some one sings out `Bail up.' The coachman sees a strange man in front, or

close alongside of him, with a revolver pointed straight at him. He naturally don't like to be shot, and he pulls

up. There's another man covering the passengers in the body of the coach, and he says if any man stirs or lifts

a finger he'll give him no second chance. Just behind, on the other side, there's another man perhaps two.

Well, what's any one, if he's ever so game, to do? If he tries to draw a weapon, or move ever so little, he's

rapped at that second. He can only shoot one man, even if his aim is good, which it's not likely to be. What is

more, the other passengers don't thank him quite the contrary for drawing the fire on them. I have

known men take away a fellow's revolver lest he should get them all into trouble. That was a queer start,

wasn't it? Actually preventing a man from resisting. They were quite right, though; he could only have done

mischief and made it harder for himself and every one else. If the passengers were armed, and all steady and

game to stand a flutter, something might be done, but you don't get a coachload like that very often. So it's

found better in a general way to give up what they have quietly and make no fuss about it. I've known cases

where a single bushranger was rushed by a couple of determined men, but that was because the chap was

careless, and they were very active and smart. He let them stand too near him. They had him, simple enough,

and he was hanged for his carelessness; but when there's three or four men, all armed and steady, it's no use

Of course there were other things to think about: what we were to do with the trinkets and banknotes and

things when we got them how to pass them, and so on. There was no great bother about that. Besides

Jonathan Barnes and chaps of his sort, dad knew a few `fences' that had worked for him before. Of course we

had to suffer a bit in value. These sort of men make you pay through the nose for everything they do for you.

But we could stand that out of our profits, and we could stick to whatever was easy to pass and some of the

smaller things that were light to carry about. Men that make 300 or 400 Pounds of a night can afford to pay

The big houses in the bush, too. Nothing's easier than to stick up one of them lots of valuable things,

besides money, often kept there, and it's ten to one against any one being on the lookout when the boys

come. A man hears they're in the neighbourhood, and keeps a watch for a week or two. But he can't be always

waiting at home all day long with doublebarrelled guns, and all his young fellows and the overseer that

ought to be at their work among their cattle or sheep on the run idling their time away. No, he soon gets sick

of that, and either sends his family away to town till the danger's past, or he `chances it', as people do about a

good many things in the country. Then some fine day, about eleven or twelve o'clock, or just before tea, or

before they've gone to bed, the dogs bark, and three or four chaps seem to have got into the place without

anybody noticing 'em, the master of the house finds all the revolvers looking his way, and the thing's done.

The house is cleared out of everything valuable, though nobody's harmed or frightened in a general way,

that is a couple of the best horses are taken out of the stable, and the next morning there's another flaring

article in the local paper. A good many men tried all they knew to be prepared and have a show for it; but

We didn't mean to turn out all in a minute. We'd had a rough time of it lately, and we wanted to wait and take

it easy in the Hollow and close about for a month or so before we began business.

Starlight and I wanted to let our beards grow. People without any hair on their faces are hardly ever seen in

the country now, except they've been in gaol lately, and of course we should have been marked men.

We saw no reason why we shouldn't take it easy. Starlight was none too strong, though he wouldn't own it; he

wouldn't have fainted as he did if he had. He wanted good keep and rest for a month, and so did I. Now that it

was all over I felt different from what I used to do, only half the man I once was. If we stayed in the Hollow

for a month the police might think we'd gone straight out of the country and slack off a bit. Anyhow, as long

as they didn't hit the trail off to the entrance, we couldn't be in a safer place, and though there didn't seem

much to do we thought we'd manage to hang it out somehow. One day we were riding all together in the

afternoon, when we happened to come near the gully where Jim and I had gone up and seen the Hermit's Hut,

as we had christened it. Often we had talked about it since; wondered about the man who had lived in it, and

This time we'd had all the horses in and were doing a bit of coltbreaking. Warrigal and Jim were both on

young horses that had only been ridden once before, and we had come out to give them a hand.

`Oh yes, all there is to know about it; and that's not much. Warrigal told me that, while the first gang that

discovered this desirable country residence were in possession, a stranger accidentally found out the way in.

At first they were for putting him to death, but on his explaining that he only wanted a solitary home, and

should neither trouble nor betray them, they agreed to let him stay. He was "a big one gentleman", Warrigal

said; but he built the hut himself, with occasional help from the men. He was liberal with his gold, of which

he had a small store, while it lasted. He lived here many years, and was buried under a big peach tree that he

`A queer start, to come and live and die here; and about the strangest place to pick for a home I ever saw.'

`There's a good many strange people in the colony, Dick, my boy,' says Starlight, `and the longer you live the

more you'll find of them. Some day, when we've got quiet horses, we'll come up and have a regular

`Suppose he turned out some big swell from the old country? Dad says there used to be a few in the old days,

in the colony. He might have left papers and things behind him that might turn to good account.'

`Whatever he did leave was hidden away. Warrigal says he was a little chap when he died, but he says he

remembers men making a great coroboree over him when he died, and they could find nothing. They always

thought he had money, and he showed them one or two small lumps of gold, and what he said was golddust

As we had no call to work now, we went in for a bit of sport every day. Lord! how long it seemed since Jim

and I had put the guns on our shoulders and walked out in the beautiful fresh part of the morning to have a

day's shooting. It made us feel like boys again. When I said so the tears came into Jim's eyes and he turned

his head away. Father came one day; he and old Crib were a stunning pair for pot shooting, and he was a dead

There was a pretty fair show of game too. The lowan (Mallee hen, they're mostly called) and talegalla (brush

turkey) were thick enough in some of the scrubby corners. Warrigal used to get the lowan eggs beautiful

pink thinshelled ones they are, firstrate to eat, and one of 'em a man's breakfast. Then there were pigeons,

wild ducks, quail, snipe now and then, besides wallaby and other kangaroos. There was no fear of starving,

The fishing wasn't bad either. The creeks ran towards the northwest watershed and were full of codfish,

bream, and perch. Even the jewfish wasn't bad with their skins off. They all tasted pretty good, I tell you,

after a quick broil, let alone the fun of catching them. Warrigal used to make nets out of cooramin bark, and

put little weirs across the shallow places, so as we could go in and drive the fish in. Many a fine cod we took

that way. He knew all the blacks' ways as well as a good many of ours. The worst of him was that except in

hunting, fishing, and riding he'd picked up the wrong end of the habits of both sides. Father used to set snares

for the brush kangaroo and the bandicoots, like he'd been used to do for the hares in the old country. We

could always manage to have some kind of game hanging up. It kept us amused too.

But I don't know whatever we should have done, that month we stayed there, at the first we were never so

long idle again without the horses. We used to muster them twice a week, run 'em up into the big

receiving yard, and have a regular good look over 'em till we knew every one of 'em like a book.

Some of 'em was worth looking at, my word! `D'ye see that big upstanding threeyearold dark bay filly,

with a crooked streak down her face,' Starlight would say, `and no brand but your father's on. Do you know

her name? That's young Termagant, a daughter of Mr. Rouncival's racing mare of the same name that was

stolen a week before she was born, and her dam was never seen alive again. Pity to kill a mare like that,

wasn't it? Her sire was Repeater, the horse that ran the two threemile heats with Mackworth, in grand time,

too.' Then, again, `That chestnut colt with the white legs would be worth five hundred all out if we could sell

him with his right name and breeding, instead of having to do without a pedigree. We shall be lucky if we get

a hundred clear for him. The black filly with the star yes, she's thoroughbred too, and couldn't have been

bought for money. Only a month old and unbranded, of course, when your father and Warrigal managed to

bone the old mare. Mr. Gibson offered 50 Pounds reward, or 100 Pounds on conviction. Wasn't he wild! That

big bay horse, Warrior, was in training for a steeplechase when I took him out of Mr. King's stable. I rode

him 120 miles before twelve next day. Those two browns are Mr. White's famous buggy horses. He thought

no man could get the better of him. But your old father was too clever. I believe he could shake the devil's

own fourinhand (coal black, with manes and tails touching the ground, and eyes of fire, some German

fellow says they are) and the Prince of Darkness never be the wiser. The pull of it is that once they're in

here they're never heard of again till it's time to shift them to another colony, or clear them out and let the

`Always go for pedigree stock, Fifteenth Duke notwithstanding. They take no more keep than rough ones,

and they're always saleable. That red shorthorn heifer belongs to the Butterfly Red Rose tribe; she was

carried thirty miles in front of a man's saddle the day she was calved. We suckled her on an old brindle cow;

she doesn't look the worse for it. Isn't she a beauty? We ought to go in for an annual sale here. How do you

All this was pleasant enough, but it couldn't last for ever. After the first week's rest, which was real pleasure

and enjoyment, we began to find the life too dull and dozy. We'd had quite enough of a quiet life, and began

to long for a bit of work and danger again. Chaps that have got something on their minds can't stand idleness,

it plays the bear with them. I've always found they get thinking and thinking till they get a low fit like, and

then if there's any grog handy they try to screw themselves up with that. It gives them a lift for a time, but

afterwards they have to pay for it over and over again. That's where the drinking habit comes in they can't

help it they must drink. If you'll take the trouble to watch men (and women too) that have been `in trouble'

you'll find that nineteen out of every twenty drink like fishes when they get the chance. It ain't the love of the

liquor, as teetotalers and those kind of goody people always are ramming down your throat it's the love of

nothing. But it's the fear of their own thoughts the dreadful misery the anxiety about what's to come,

that's always hanging like a black cloud over their heads. That's what they can't stand; and liquor, for a bit,

mind you say a few hours or so takes all that kind of feeling clean away. Of course it returns, harder

than before, but that says nothing. It CAN be driven away. All the heavyheartedness which a man feels, but

never puts into words, flies away with the first or second glass of grog. If a man was suffering pains of any

kind, or was being stretched on the rack (I never knew what a rack was till I'd time for reading in gaol, except

a horserack), or was being flogged, and a glass of anything he could swallow would make him think he was

on a feather bed enjoying a pleasant doze, wouldn't he swig it off, do you think? And suppose there are times

when a man feels as if hell couldn't be much worse than what he's feeling all the long day through and I

tell you there are I, who have often stood it hour after hour won't he drink then? And why shouldn't

We began to find that towards the end of the day we all of us found the way to father's brandy keg that by

nightfall the whole lot of us had quite as much as we could stagger under. I don't say we regularly went in for

drinking; but we began to want it by twelve o'clock every day, and to keep things going after that till bedtime.

In the morning we felt nervous and miserable; on the whole we weren't very gay till the sun was over the

Anyhow, we made it up to clear out and have the first goin for a touch on the southern line the next week as

ever was. Father was as eager for it as anybody. He couldn't content himself with this sort of Robinson

Crusoe life any longer, and said he must have a run and a bit of work of some sort or he'd go mad. This was

on the Saturday night. Well, on Sunday we sent Warrigal out to meet one of our telegraphs at a place about

twenty miles off, and to bring us any information he could pick up and a newspaper. He came back about

sundown that evening, and told us that the police had been all over the country after us, and that Government

had offered 200 Pounds reward for our apprehension mine and Starlight's with 50 Pounds each for

Warrigal and Jim. They had an idea we'd all shipped for America. He sent us a newspaper. There was some

news; that is, news worth talking about. Here was what was printed in large letters on the outside:

We have much pleasure in informing our numerous constituents that gold, similar in character and value to

that of San Francisco, has been discovered on the Turon River by those energetic and experienced practical

miners, Messrs. Hargraves and party. The method of cradling is the same, the appliances required are simple

and inexpensive, and the proportional yield of gold highly reassuring. It is impossible to forecast the results

of this most momentous discovery. It will revolutionise the new world. It will liberate the old. It will

Meanwhile numberless inconveniences, even privations, will arise to be endured unflinchingly to be

This news about the gold breaking out in such a place as the Turon made a great difference in our notions.

We hardly knew what to think at first. The whole country seemed upside down. Warrigal used to sneak out

from time to time, and come back openmouthed, bringing us all sorts of news. Everybody, he said, was

coming up from Sydney. There would be nobody left there but the Governor. What a queer start the

Governor sitting lonely in a silent Government House, in the middle of a deserted city! We found out that it

was true after we'd made one or two short rides out ourselves. Afterwards the police had a deal too much to

do to think of us. We didn't run half the chance of being dropped on to that we used to do. The whole country

was full of absconders and deserters, servants, shepherds, shopmen, soldiers, and sailors all running away

from their work, and making in a blind sort of way for the diggings, like a lot of caterpillars on the march.

We had more than half a notion about going there ourselves, but we turned it over in our minds, and thought

it wouldn't do. We should be sure to be spotted anywhere in New South Wales. All the police stations had our

descriptions posted up, with a reward in big letters on the door. Even if we were pretty lucky at the start we

should always be expecting them to drop on us. As it was, we should have twenty times the chance among

the coaches, that were sure to be loaded full up with men that all carried cash, more or less; you couldn't

travel then in the country without it. We had twice the pull now, because so many strangers, that couldn't

possibly be known to the police, were straggling over all the roads. There was no end of bustle and rush in

every line of work and labour. Money was that plentiful that everybody seemed to be full of it. Gold began to

be sent down in big lots, by the Escort, as it was called sometimes ten thousand ounces at a time. That was

money if you liked forty thousand pounds! enough to make one's mouth water to make one think

Just at the start most people had a kind of notion that the gold would only last a short time, and that things

would be worse than before. But it lasted a deal longer than any of us expected. It was 1850 that I'm talking

about. It's getting on for 1860 now, and there seems more of it about than ever there was.

Most of our lives we'd been used to the southern road, and we kept to it still. It wasn't right in the line of the

gold diggings, but it wasn't so far off. It was a queer start when the news got round about to the other

colonies, after that to England, and I suppose all the other old world places, but they must have come by

shiploads, the road was that full of new chums we could tell 'em easy by their dress, their fresh faces,

their way of talk, their thick sticks, and new guns and pistols. Some of them you'd see dragging a handcart

with another chap, and they having all their goods, tools, and clothes on it. Then there'd be a dozen men, with

a horse and cart, and all their swags in it. If the horse jibbed at all, or stuck in the deep ruts and wasn't it a

wet season? they'd give a shout and a rush, and tear out cart and horse and everything else. They told us

that there were rows of ships in Sydney Harbour without a soul to take care of them; that the soldiers were

running away to the diggings just as much as the sailors; clergymen and doctors, old hands and new chums,

merchants and lawyers. They all seemed as if they couldn't keep away from the diggings that first year for

All stock went up double and treble what they were before. Cattle and sheep we didn't mind about. We could

do without them now. But the horse market rose wonderfully, and that made a deal of odds to us, you may be

It was this way. Every man that had a few pounds wanted a horse to ride or drive; every miner wanted a

washdirt cart and a horse to draw it. The farmer wanted working horses, for wasn't hay sixty or seventy

pounds a ton, and corn what you liked to ask for it? Every kind of harness horse was worth forty, fifty, a

hundred pounds apiece, and only to ask it; some of 'em weedy and bad enough, Heaven knows. So between

the horse trade and the road trade we could see a fortune sticking out, ready for us to catch hold of whenever

Our first tryon in the coach line was with the Goulburn mail. We knew the road pretty well, and picked out

a place where they had to go slow and couldn't get off the road on either side. There's always places like that

in a coach road near the coast, if you look sharp and lay it out beforehand. This wasn't on the track to the

diggings, but we meant to leave that alone till we got our hand in a bit. There was a lot of money flying about

the country in a general way where there was no sign of gold. All the storekeepers began to get up fresh

goods, and to send money in notes and cheques to pay for them. The price of stock kept dealers and fat cattle

Just as you got nearly through Bargo Brush on the old road there was a stiffish hill that the coach passengers

mostly walked up, to save the horses fenced in, too, with a nearly new threerail fence, all ironbark, and

not the sort of thing that you could ride or drive over handy. We thought this would be as good a place as we

The three of us started out from the Hollow as soon as we could see in the morning; a Friday it was, I

remember it pretty well good reason I had, too. Father and Warrigal went up the night before with the

horses we were to ride. They camped about twenty miles on the line we were going, at a place where there

was good feed and water, but well out of the way and on a lonely road. There had been an old sheep station

there and a hut, but the old man had been murdered by the hutkeeper for some money he had saved, and a

story got up that it was haunted by his ghost. It was known as the `Murdering Hut', and no shepherd would

ever live there after, so it was deserted. We weren't afraid of shepherds alive or dead, so it came in handy for

us, as there was water and feed in an old lambing paddock. Besides, the road to it was nearly all a lot of rock

Our dodge was to take three quiet horses from the Hollow and ride them there, first thing; then pick up our

own three Rainbow and two other outandouters and ride bang across the southern road. When

things were over we were to start straight back to the Hollow. We reckoned to be safe there before the police

It all fitted in firstrate. We cracked on for the Hollow in the morning early, and found dad and Warrigal all

ready for us. The horses were in great buckle, and carried us over to Bargo easy enough before dark. We

camped about a mile away from the road, in as thick a place as we could find, where we made ourselves as

snug as things would allow. We had brought some grub with us and a bottle of grog, half of which we

finished before we started out to spend the evening. We hobbled the horses out and let them have an hour's

picking. They were likely to want all they could get before they saw the Hollow again.

`By Jove, boys, it's a pity we didn't belong to a troop of irregular horse instead of this rotten colonial Dick

Turpin business, that one can't help being ashamed of. They would have been delighted to have recruited the

three of us, as we ride, and our horses are worth best part of ten thousand rupees. What a tentpegger

Rainbow would have made, eh, old boy?' he said, patting the horse's neck. `But Fate won't have it, and it's no

The coach was to pass halfanhour after midnight. An awful long time to wait, it seemed. We finished the

bottle of brandy, I know. I thought they never would come, when all of a sudden we saw the lamp.

Up the hill they came slow enough. About halfway up they stopped, and most of the passengers got out and

walked up after her. As they came closer to us we could hear them laughing and talking and skylarking, like a

lot of boys. They didn't think who was listening. `You won't be so jolly in a minute or two,' I thinks to

They were near the top when Starlight sings out, `Stand! Bail up!' and the three of us, all masked, showed

ourselves. You never saw a man look so scared as the passenger on the boxseat, a stout, jolly commercial,

who'd been giving the coachman Havana cigars, and yarning and nipping with him at every house they

passed. Bill Webster, the driver, pulls up all standing when he sees what was in Starlight's hand, and holds

the reins so loose for a minute I thought they'd drop out of his hands. I went up to the coach. There was no

one inside only an old woman and a young one. They seemed struck all of a heap, and couldn't hardly

The best of the joke was that the passengers started running up full split to warm themselves, and came bump

against the coach before they found out what was up. One of them had just opened out for a bit of blowing.

`Billy, old man,' he says, `I'll report you to the Company if you crawl along this way,' when he catches sight

of me and Starlight, standing still and silent, with our revolvers pointing his way. By George! I could hardly

help laughing. His jaw dropped, and he couldn't get a word out. His throat seemed quite dry.

`Now, gentlemen,' says Starlight, quite cool and cheerfullike, `you understand her Majesty's mail is stuck

up, to use a vulgar expression, and there's no use resisting. I must ask you to stand in a row there by the

fence, and hand out all the loose cash, watches, or rings you may have about you. Don't move; don't, I say,

sir, or I must fire.' (This was to a fidgety, nervous man who couldn't keep quiet.) `Now, Number One, fetch

Here Jim walked up, revolver in hand, and Starlight begins at the first man, very stern

You never saw a man in such a funk. He was a storekeeper, we found afterwards. He nearly dropped on his

knees. Then he handed Starlight a bundle of notes, a gold watch, and took a handsome diamond ring from his

finger. This Starlight put into his pocket. He handed the notes and watch to Jim, who had a leather bag ready

He was left to pick himself up. No. 2 was told to shell out. They all had something. Some had sovereigns,

some had notes and small cheques, which are as good in a country place. The squatters draw too many to

know the numbers of half that are out, so there's no great chance of their being stopped. There were eighteen

male passengers, besides the chap on the boxseat. We made him come down. By the time we'd got through

I pulled the mail bags through the fence and put them under a tree. Then Starlight went to the coach where

`Unpleasant necessity, madam, most painful to my feelings altogether, I assure you. I must really ask you

`Not at all,' says the oldest, stout, middleaged woman; `I never set eyes on her before.'

`Indeed, madam,' says Starlight, bowing again; `excuse my curiosity, I am desolated, I assure you, but may I

`As you're a gentleman,' said the fat lady, `I fully expected you'd have let us off. I'm Mrs. Buxter, of

`Indeed! I have no words to express my regret,' says Starlight; `but, my dear lady, hard necessity compels me.

She handed over a small old Geneva watch and a little purse. The plump lady had a gold watch with a chain

`It's my very all,' says the girl, `five pounds. Mother gave me her watch, and I shall have no money to take me

Starlight carefully handed Mrs. Buxter's watch and purse to Jim. I saw him turn round and open the other

`I'm afraid I'm rather impertinent,' says he, `but your face, Miss ah Elmsdale, thanks reminds me of

some one in another world the one I once lived in. Allow me to enjoy the souvenir and to return your

effects. No thanks; that smile is ample payment. Ladies, I wish you a pleasant journey.'

He bowed. Mrs. Buxter did not smile, but looked cross enough at the young lady, who, poor thing, seemed

`Now then, all aboard,' sings out Starlight; `get in, gentlemen, our business matters are concluded for the

night. Better luck next time. William, you had better drive on. Send back from the next stage, and you will

find the mail bags under that tree. They shall not be injured more than can be helped. Goodnight!'

The driver gathered up his reins and shouted to his team, that was pretty fresh after their spell, and went off

like a shot. We sat down by the roadside with one of the coach lamps that we had boned and went through all

the letters, putting them back after we'd opened them, and popping all notes, cheques, and bills into Jim's

leather sack. We did not waste more time over our lettersorting than we could help, you bet; but we were

pretty well paid for it better than the postoffice clerks are, by all accounts. We left all the mail bags in a

heap under the tree, as Starlight had told the driver; and then, mounting our horses, rode as hard as we could

When we overhauled the leather sack into which Jim had stowed all the notes and cheques we found that

we'd done better than we expected, though we could see from the first it wasn't going to be a bad night's

work. We had 370 Pounds in notes and gold, a biggish bag of silver, a lot of cheques some of which

would be sure to be paid seven gold watches and a lot of silver ones, some pretty good. Mrs. Buxter's

watch was a real beauty, with a stunning chain. Starlight said he should like to keep it himself, and then I

knew Bella Barnes was in for a present. Starlight was one of those chaps that never forgot any kind of

promise he'd once made. Once he said a thing it would be done as sure as death if he was alive to do it;

and many a time I've known him take the greatest lot of trouble no matter how pushed he might be, to carry

We got safe to the Murdering Hut, and a precious hard ride it was, and tried our horses well, for, mind you,

they'd been under saddle best part of twentyfour hours when we got back, and had done a good deal over a

hundred miles. We made a short halt while the tea was boiling, then we all separated for fear a black tracker

might have been loosed on our trail, and knowing well what bloodhounds they are sometimes.

Warrigal and Starlight went off together as usual; they were pretty safe to be out of harm's way. Father made

off on a line of his own. We took the two horses we'd ridden out of the Hollow, and made for that place the

shortest way we knew. We could afford to hit out horseflesh was cheap to us but not to go slow.

`I'll go anywhere you like,' says Jim, stretching himself. `It makes no odds to me now where we go. What do

`I think you've no call to leave here for another month anyhow; but as I suppose some folks 'll play the fool

some road or other you may as well go there as anywhere else. If you must go you'd better take some of these

`Capital idea,' says Starlight; `I was wondering how we'd get those colts off. You've the best head amongst

us, governor. We'll start out today and muster the horses, and we can take Warrigal with us as far as

We didn't lose time once we'd made up our minds to anything. So that night all the horses were in and drafted

ready twentyfive upstanding colts, well bred, and in good condition. We expected they'd fetch a lot of

money. They were all quiet, too, and well broken in by Warrigal, who used to get so much a head extra for

this sort of work, and liked it. He could do more with a horse than any man I ever saw. They never seemed to

play up with him as young horses do with other people. Jim and I could ride 'em easy enough when they was

tackled, but for handling and catching and getting round them we couldn't hold a candle to Warrigal.

The next thing was to settle how to work it when we got to the diggings. We knew the auctioneers there and

everywhere else would sell a lot of likely stock and ask no questions; but there had been such a lot of

horsestealing since the diggings broke out that a law had been passed on purpose to check it. In this way: If

any auctioneer sold a stolen horse and the owner claimed it before six months the auctioneer was held liable.

He had to return the horse and stand the loss. But they found a way to make themselves right. Men generally

do if a law's over sharp; they get round it somehow or other. So the auctioneers made it up among themselves

to charge ten per cent on the price of all horses that they sold, and make the buyer pay it. For every ten horses

they sold they could afford to return one. The proof of an animal being stolen didn't turn up above once in

It wasn't an easy thing to drive horses out of the Hollow, 'specially those that had been bred or reared there.

But they were up to all that kind of thing, dad and Starlight. First there was a yard at the lower end of the

gully that led up where we'd first seen Starlight come down, and a line of fence across the mountain walls on

both sides, so that stock once in there couldn't turn back. Then they picked out a couple or three old mares

that had been years and years in the Hollow, and been used to be taken up this track and knew their way back

again. One they led up; dad went first with her, and another followed; then the colts took the track after them,

as stock will. In halfanhour we had them all up at the top, on the tableland, and ready to be driven

anywhere. The first day we meant to get most of the way to Jonathan Barnes's place, and to stop there, and

have a bit of a spell the second. We should want to spell the horses and make 'em up a bit, as it was a longish

drive over rough country to get there. Besides, we wanted all the information we could get about the diggings

and other matters, and we knew Jonathan was just that openmouthed, blatherskitin' sort of chap that would

A long, hard day was that first one. The colts tried to make back every now and then, or something would

start them, and they'd make a regular stampede for four or five miles as hard as they could lay leg to ground.

It wasn't easy to live with 'em across broken country, wellbred 'uns like them, as fast as racehorses for a

short distance; but there were as good behind 'em, and Warrigal was pretty nearly always near the lead,

doubling and twisting and wheeling 'em the first bit of open ground there was. He was A1 through timber,

and no mistake. We got to a place father knew, where there was a yard, a little before dark; but we took care

to watch them all night for fear of accidents. It wouldn't do to let 'em out of our sight about there. We should

Next day, pretty early, we got to Barnes's, where we thought we should be welcome. It was all right. The old

man laughed all over his face when he saw us, and the girls couldn't do enough for us when they heard we'd

`Why, you're looking firstrate, Captain!' says Bella. `Dick, I hardly knowed ye the mountain air seems to

agree with you. Maddie and I thought you was never going to look in no more. Thought you'd clean forgot us

didn't we, Mad? Why, Dick, what a grand beard you've grown! I never thought you was so handsome

`I promised you a trifling present when I was here last, didn't I, Bella?' says Starlight. `There.' He handed her

`Oh, what a lovely, splendid duck of a watch!' says the girl, tearing open the parcel. `And what a love of a

chain! and lots of charms, too. Where, in all the world, did you get this? I suppose you didn't buy it in George

`It WAS bought in George Street,' says he; `and here's the receipt; you needn't be afraid of wearing it to

church or anywhere else. Here's Mr. Flavelle's name, all straight and square. It's quite new, as you can see.'

Jim and I stared. Dad was outside, seeing the horses fed, with Warrigal. We made sure at first it was Mrs.

Buxter's watch and chain; but he knew better than to give the girl anything that she could be brought into

trouble for wearing, if it was identified on her; so he'd sent the cash down to Sydney, and got the watch sent

up to him by one of father's pals. It was as right as the bank, and nobody could touch it or her either. That was

Starlight all over; he never seemed to care much for himself. As to anything he told a woman, she'd no call to

`It'll be my turn next,' says Maddie. `I can't afford to wait till till the Captain leaves me that beauty

horse of his. It's too long. I might be married before that, and my old man cut up rough. Jim Marston, what

are you going to give me? I haven't got any earrings worth looking at, except these gold hoops that everybody

`All right,' says Jim. `I'll give you and Bell a pair each, if you're good girls, when we sell the horses, unless

we're nailed at the Turon. What sort of a shop is it? Are they getting much gold?'

`Digging it out like potatoes,' says Bella; `so a young chap told us that come this way last week. My word!

didn't he go on about the coach being stuck up. Mad and I nearly choked ourselves laughing. We made him

tell it over twice. He said a friend of his was in it in the coach, that is and we could have told him

`Oh, he was a new chum; hadn't been a year out. Not a bad cut of a young feller. He was awful shook on

Mad; but she wouldn't look at him. He said if it was in England the whole countryside would rise up and hunt

such scoundrels down like mad dogs; but in a colony like this people didn't seem to know right from wrong.'

`Did he, indeed?' says Starlight. `Ingenuous youth! When he lives a little longer he'll find that people in

England, and, indeed, everywhere else, are very much like they are here. They'll wink at a little robbery, or

take a hand themselves if it's made worth their while. And what became of your English friend?'

`Oh! he said he was going on to Port Phillip. There's a big diggings broke out there too, he says; and he has

`I think we'd better cut the Sydney "side", too,' says Starlight. `What do you say, Maddie? We'll be able to

mix up with these new chum Englishmen and Americans that are coming here in swarms, and puzzle

`Oh! come, now! that would be mean,' says Maddie. `I wouldn't be drove away from my own part of the

country, if I was a man, by anybody. I'd stay and fight it out. Goring was here the other day, and tried to pick

`Ha!' says Starlight, his face growing dark, and differentlooking about the eyes from what I'd ever seen him,

`did he? He'd better beware. He may follow up my trail once too often. And what did you tell him?'

`We told him a lot of things,' says the girl; `but I am afeared they was none of 'em true. He didn't get much

`I expect not,' says Jim; `you girls are smart enough. There's no man in the police or out of it that'll take much

change out of you. I'm most afraid of your father, though, letting the cat out of the bag; he's such an old

`He was nearly telling the sergeant he'd seen a better horse lately here than his famous chestnut Marlborough,

only Bella trod on his toe, and told him the cows was in the wheat. Of course Goring would have dropped it

`You're a regular pearl of discretion, my dear,' says Starlight, `and it's a pity, like some other folks, you

haven't a better field for the exercise of your talents. However, that's very often the way in this world, as

you'll perhaps find out when you're old and ugly, and the knowledge can't do you any good. Tell us all you

`My word! it was the greatest lark out,' says Maddie. She'd twice the fun in her the other had, and was that

goodtempered nothing seemed to put her out. `Everybody as come here seemed to have nothing else to talk

about. Those that was going to the diggings, too, took it much easier than those that was coming away.'

`Well, the chaps that come away mostly have some gold. They showed us some pretty fair lumps and

nuggets, I can tell you. They seemed awfully gallied about being stuck up and robbed of it, and they'd heard

`Tell them for me, my fair Madeline, that Starlight and Company don't deal with single diggers; ours is a

We had the horses that quiet by this time that we could drive them the rest of the way to the Turon by

ourselves. We didn't want to be too big a mob at Barnes's house. Any one might come in accidental, and it

might get spread about. So after supper Warrigal was sent back; we didn't want his help any more, and he

might draw attention. The way we were to take in the horses, and sell them, was all put up.

Jim and I were to drive them the rest of the way across the ranges to the Turon. Barnes was to put us on a

track he knew that would take us in all right, and yet keep away from the regular highway. Starlight was to

stay another day at Barnes's, keeping very quiet, and making believe, if any one came, to be a gentleman

from Port Phillip that wasn't very well. He'd come in and see the horses sold, but gammon to be a stranger,

`My word!' said Barnes, who just came in at the time, `you've made talk enough for all the countryside with

that mail coach racket of yours. Every man, woman, and child that looks in here's sure to say, "Did you hear

about the Goulburn mail being stuck up?" "Well, I did hear something," I says, and out it all comes. They

wonder first whether the bushrangers will be caught; where they're gone to that the police can't get 'em; how

it was that one of 'em was so kind to the young lady as to give her new watch back, and whether Captain

Starlight was as handsome as people say, and if Mrs. Buxter will ever get her watch back with the big reward

the Government offered. More than that, whether they'll stick up more coaches or fly the country.'

`I'd like to have been there and see how Bill Webster looked,' says Maddie. `He was here one day since, and

kept gassin' about it all as if he wouldn't let none of you do only what he liked. I didn't think he was that

game, and told him so. He said I'd better take a seat some day and see how I liked it. I asked him wasn't they

all very goodlooking chaps, and he said Starlight was genteellookin', but there was one great, big,

roughlookin' feller that was you, Jim as was ugly enough to turn a cask of beer sour.'

`I'll give him a hammerin' for that yet,' grumbles old Jim. `My word, he was that shaky and bluelookin' he

We had a great spree that night in a quiet way, and got all the fun as was to be had under the circumstances.

Barnes came out with some pretty good wine which Starlight shouted for all round. The old woman cooked

us a stunning good dinner, which we made the girls sit down to and some cousins of theirs that lived close by.

We were merry enough before the evening was out. Bella Barnes played the piano middling, and Maddie

could sing firstrate, and all of them could dance. The last thing I recollect was Starlight showing Maddie

what he called a minuet step, and Jonathan and the old woman sitting on the sofa as grave as owls.

Anyhow, we all enjoyed ourselves. It was a grand change after being so long alone. The girls romped and

laughed and pretended to be offended every now and then, but we had a regular good lark of it, and didn't feel

Jim and I were away before sunrise, and after we'd once got on the road that Jonathan showed us we got on

well enough. We were dressed just like common bushmen. There were plenty on the road just then bringing

cattle and horses to the diggings. It was well known that high prices were going there and that everybody paid

We had on blue serge shirts, moleskin trousers, and roughish leather gaiters that came up to the knee, with

ponchos strapped on in front; inside them was a spare shirt or two; we had oldish felt hats, as if we'd come a

good way. Our saddles and bridles were rustylooking and worn; the horses were the only things that were a

little too good, and might bring the police to suspect us. We had to think of a yarn about them. We looked

just the same as a hundred other longlegged sixfoot natives with our beards and hair pretty wild neither

As soon as Starlight came on to the Turon he was to rig himself out as a regular swell, and gammon he'd just

come out from England to look at the goldfields. He could do that part wonderfully well. We would have

backed him to take in the devil himself, if he saw him, let alone goldfields police, if Sergeant Goring wasn't

The second day Jim and I were driving quietly and easy on the road, the colts trotting along as steady as old

stock horses, and feeding a bit every now and then. We knew we were getting near the Turon, so many tracks

came in from all parts, and all went one way. All of a sudden we heard a low rumbling, roaring noise,

`I say, Jim, old man, we haven't made any mistake crossed over the main range and got back to the coast,

`Not likely,' he said; `but what the deuce is that row? I can't reckon it up for the life of me.'

I studied and studied. On it went grinding and rattling like all the round pebbles in the world rolling on a

`Remember that thing with the two rockers we saw at the Hermit's Hut in the Hollow?' I said to Jim. `We

couldn't make out what it was. I know now; it was a gold cradle, and there's hundreds and thousands rocking

`We're going to see some life, it strikes me,' says he. `We'll know it all directly. But the first thing we've got

to do is to shut these young 'uns up safe in the saleyard. Then we can knock round this town in comfort.'

We went outside of a rocky point, and sure enough here was the first Australian golddiggings in full blast.

What a sight it was, to be sure! Jim and I sat in our saddles while the horses went to work on the green grass

of the flat, and stared as if we'd seen a bit of another world. So it was another world to us, straight away from

Barring Sydney or Melbourne, we'd never seen so many men in a crowd before; and how different they

looked from the crawling people of a town! A greenbanked rapid river ran before us, through a deep narrow

valley. The bright green flats looked so strange with the yellow water rippling and rushing between them.

Upon that small flat, and by the bank, and in the river itself, nearly 20,000 men were at work, harder and

more silently than any crowd we'd ever seen before. Most of 'em were digging, winding up greenhide buckets

filled with gravel from shafts, which were sunk so thickly all over the place that you could not pass between

without jostling some one. Others were driving carts heavily laden with the same stuff towards the river, in

which hundreds of men were standing up to their waists washing the gold out of tin pans, iron buckets, and

every kind of vessel or utensil. By far the greater number of miners used things like child's cradles, rocking

them to and fro while a constant stream of yellow water passed through. Very little talk went on; every man

Foot police and mounted troopers passed through the crowd every now and then, but there was apparently no

use or no need for them; that time was to come. Now and then some one would come walking up, carrying a

knapsack, not a swag, and showing by his round, rosy face that he hadn't seen a summer's sun in Australia.

We saw a trooper riding towards us, and knowing it was best to take the bull by the horns, I pushed over to

him, and asked if he could direct us to where Mr. Stevenson's, the auctioneer's, yard was.

`Bernard Muldoon, Lower Macquarie,' I answered. `There's a friend of his, a new chum, in charge; he'll be

`Go on down Main Street [the first street in a diggings is always called Main Street] as you're going,' he said

carelessly, giving us all a parting look through, `and take the first lane to the right. It takes you to the yard. It's

It was rather sharp work getting the colts through men, women, and children, carts, cradles, shafts, and tin

dishes; but they were a trifle tired and tenderfooted, so in less than twenty minutes they were all inside of a

high yard, where they could scarcely see over the cap, with a row of loose boxes and stalls behind. We put

'em into Joe Stevenson's hands to sell that was what every one called the auctioneer and walked down

My word, we were stunned, and no mistake about it. There was nothing to see but a rocky river and a flat,

deep down between hills like we'd seen scores and scores of times all our lives and thought nothing of, and

here they were digging gold out of it in all directions, just like potatoes, as Maddie Barnes said. Some of the

lumps we saw nuggets they called 'em was near as big as new potatoes, without a word of a lie in it. I

couldn't hardly believe it; but I saw them passing the little washleather bags of gold dust and lumps of dirty

yellow gravel, but heavier, from one to the other just as if they were nothing nearly 4 Pounds an ounce

they said it was all worth, or a trifle under. It licked me to think it had been hid away all the time, and not

even the blacks found it out. I believe our blacks are the stupidest, laziest beggars in the whole world. That

old man who lived and died in the Hollow, though HE must have known about it; and the queerlooking

thing with the rockers we saw near his hut, that was the first cradle ever was made in Australia.

The big man of the goldfield seemed to be the Commissioner. We saw him come riding down the street with

a couple of troopers after his heels, looking as if all the place, and the gold too, belonged to him. He had to

settle all the rows and disputes that came up over the gold, and the boundaries of the claims, as they called the

twentyfoot paddocks they all washed in, and a nice time he must have had of it! However, he was pretty

smart and quick about it. The diggers used to crowd round and kick up a bit of a row sometimes when two

lots of men were fighting for the same claim and gold coming up close by; but what he said was law, and no

mistake. When he gave it out they had to take it and be content. Then he used to ride away and not trouble his

head any more about it; and after a bit of barneying it all seemed to come right. Men liked to be talked to

What I didn't like so much was the hunting about of the poor devils that had not got what they called a licence

a printed thing giving 'em leave for to dig gold on the Crown lands. This used to cost a pound or thirty

shillings a month I forget rightly which and, of course, some of the chaps hadn't the money to get it

with spent what they had, been unlucky, or run away from somewhere, and come up as bare of everything

You'd see the troopers asking everybody for their licences, and those that hadn't them would be marched up

to the police camp and chained to a big log, sometimes for days and days. The Government hadn't time to get

up a lockup, with cells and all the rest of it, so they had to do the chain business. Some of these men had

seen better days, and felt it; the other diggers didn't like it either, and growled a good deal among themselves.

We could see it would make bad blood some day; but there was such a lot of gold being got just then that

people didn't bother their heads about anything more than they could help plenty of gold, plenty of

money, people bringing up more things every day from the towns for the use of the diggers. You could get

pretty near anything you wanted by paying for it. Hard work from daylight to dark, with every now and then

a big find to sweeten it, when a man could see as much money lying at his foot, or in his hand, as a year's

work no, nor five hadn't made for him before. No wonder people were not in a hurry to call out for

The first night put the stuns on us. Long rows of tents, with big roaring log fires in front hot enough to roast

you if you went too near; mobs of men talking, singing, chaffing, dealing all as jolly as a lot of

schoolboys. There was grog, too, going, as there is everywhere. No publics were allowed at first, so, of

It's no use trying to make men do without grog, or the means of getting it; it never works. I don't hold with

every shanty being licensed and its being under a man's nose all day long; but if he has the money to pay for

it, and wants to have an extra glass of grog or two with his friends, or because he has other reasons, he ought

The Government was afraid of there being tremendous fights and riots at the diggings, because there was all

sorts of people there, English and French, Spaniards and Italians, natives and Americans, Greeks and

Germans, Swedes and negroes, every sort and kind of man from every country in the world seemed to come

after a bit. But they needn't have been frightened at the diggers. As far as we saw they were the sensiblest lot

of working men we ever laid eyes on; not at all inclined to make a row for nothing quite the other way.

But the shutting off of publichouses led to sly grog tents, where they made the digger pay a pound a bottle

When the police found a sly grog tent they made short work of it, I will say. Jim and I were close by, and saw

them at the fun. Somebody had informed on the man, or they had some other reason; so they rode down,

about a dozen troopers, with the Commissioner at their head. He went in and found two casks of brandy and

one of rum, besides a lot of bottled stuff. They didn't want that for their own use, he believed.

First he had the heads knocked in of the hogsheads; then all the bottled wine and spirits were unpacked and

stowed in a cart, while the straw was put back in the tent. Then the men and women were ordered to come

outside, and a trooper set fire to the straw. In five minutes the tent and everything in it was a mass of flame.

There was a big crowd gathered round outside. They began to groan when the trooper lit the straw, but they

did nothing, and went quietly home after a bit. We had the horses to see after next day. Just before the sale

began, at twelve o'clock, and a goodish crowd had turned up, Starlight rides quietly up, the finest picture of a

new chum you ever set eyes on. Jim and I could hardly keep from bursting out laughing.

He had brought up a quiet cobby sort of stock horse from the Hollow, plain enough, but a wonder to go,

particularly over broken country. Of course, it didn't do to bring Rainbow out for such work as this. For a

wonder, he had a short tail. Well, he'd squared this cob's tail and hogged his mane so that he looked like

He was dressed up to the nines himself, and if we didn't expect him we wouldn't have known him from a

crow. First of all, he had a thick rough suit of tweed clothing on, all the same colour, with a round felt hat. He

had a bran new saddle and bridle, that hadn't got the yellow rubbed off them yet. He had an English hunting

whip in his hand, and brown dogskin gloves. He had tan leather gaiters that buttoned up to his knees. He'd

He had an eyeglass in his eye, which he let drop every now and then, putting it up when he wanted to look at

When he rode up to the yard everybody stared at him, and one or two of the diggers laughed and began to call

out `Joe.' Jim and I thought how sold some of them would have been if he turned on them and they'd found

out who it was. However, he pushed up to the auctioneer, without looking out right or left, and drawled

`Oh! a here is a letter from my friend, Mr. Bernard Muldoon, of the Lower Macquarie er

requesting you to sell these horses faw him; and er hand over the pwoceeds to er me Mr.

Stevenson read the letter, nodded his head, said, `All right; I'll attend to it,' and went on with the sale.

It didn't take long to sell our colts. There were some draught stock to come afterwards, and Joe had a day's

work before him. But ours sold well. There had not been anything like this for size, quality, and condition.

The Commissioner sent down and bought one. The Inspector of Police was there, and bought one

recommended by Starlight. They fetched high prices, from fifty to eightyfive guineas, and they came to a

When the last horse was sold, Starlight says, `I feel personally obliged to you, Mr. aw Stevenson

faw the highly satisfactory manner in which you have conducted the sale, and I shall inform my friend, Mr.

`Much obliged, sir,' says Joe, touching his hat. `Come inside and I'll give you the cheque.'

`Quite unnecessary now,' says Starlight; `but as I'm acting for a friend, it may be as well.'

We saw him pocket the cheque, and ride slowly over to the bank, which was halftent, halfbark hut.

We didn't think it safe to stay on the Turon an hour longer than we were forced to do. We had seen the

diggings, and got a good notion of what the whole thing was like; sold the horses and got the money, that was

the principal thing. Nothing for it now but to get back to the Hollow. Something would be sure to be said

about the horses being sold, and when it came out that they were not Muldoon's there would be a great

flareup. Still they could not prove that the horses were stolen. There wasn't a wrong brand or a faked one in

the lot. And no one could swear to a single head of them, though the whole lot were come by on the cross,

and father could have told who owned every one among them. That was curious, wasn't it?

We put in a night at Jonathan Barnes's on our way back. Maddie got the earrings, and Bella the making of a

new riding habit, which she had been wanting and talking about for a good while. Starlight dressed up, and

did the new chum young Englishman, eyeglass and all, over again, and repeated the conversation he had with

the Inspector of Police about his friend Mr. Muldoon's illness, and the colts he recommended. It was grand,

and the girls laughed till they cried again. Well, those were merry days; we DID have a bit of fun sometimes,

and if the devil was dogging us he kept a good way out of sight. It's his way at the start when fellows take the

We got back safe enough, and father opened his eyes when he saw the roll of notes Starlight counted over as

the price of the colts. `Horsebreeding's our best game,' says the old man, `if they're going to pay such prices

Our next chance came through father. He was the intelligence man, and had all the news sent to him

roundabout it might be, but it always came, and was generally true; and the old man never troubled anybody

twice that he couldn't believe in, great things or small. Well, word was passed about a branch bank at a place

called Ballabri, where a goodish bit of gold was sent to wait the monthly escort. There was only the manager

and one clerk there now, the other cove having gone away on sick leave. Towards the end of the month the

bank gold was heaviest and the most notes in the safe. The smartest way would be to go into the bank just

before shuttingup time three o'clock, about and hand a cheque over the counter. While the clerk was

looking at it, out with a revolver and cover him. The rest was easy enough. A couple more walked in after,

and while one jumped over the counter and bailed up the manager the other shut the door. Nothing strange

about that. The door was always shut at three o'clock sharp. Nobody in town would drop to what might be

going on inside till the whole thing was over, and the swag ready to be popped into a light trap and cleared

That was the idea. We had plenty of time to think it over and settle it all, bit by bit, beforehand.

So one morning we started early and took the job in hand. Every little thing was looked through and talked

over a week before. Father got Mr. White's buggyhorses ready and took Warrigal with him to a place where

a man met him with a light fourwheeled Yankee trap and harness. Dad was dressed up to look like a

backcountry squatter. Lots of 'em were quite as roughlooking as he was, though they drive as good horses

as any gentleman in the land. Warrigal was togged out something like a groom, with a bit of the stationhand

about him. Their saddles and bridles they kept with 'em in the trap; they didn't know when they might want

them. They had on their revolvers underneath their coats. We were to go round by another road and meet at

Well, everything turned out firstrate. When we got to Ballabri there was father walking his horses up and

down. They wanted cooling, my word. They'd come pretty smart all the way, but they were middlin' soft,

being in great grass condition and not having done any work to speak of for a goodish while, and being a bit

above themselves in a manner of speaking. We couldn't help laughing to see how solemn and respectable dad

`My word,' said Jim, `if he ain't the dead image of old Mr. Carter, of Brahway, where we shore three years

back. Just such another hardfaced, crankylooking old chap, ain't he, Dick? I'm that proud of him I'd do

`Your father's a remarkable man,' says Starlight, quite serious; `must have made his way in life if he hadn't

shown such a dislike to anything on the square. If he'd started a publichouse and a pound about the time he

turned his mind to cattleduffing as one of the fine arts, he'd have had a bank account by this time that would

have kept him as honest as a judge. But it's the old story. I say, where are the police quarters? It's only

We rode over to the barracks. They weren't much. A fourroomed cottage, a log lockup with two cells, a

fourstalled stable, and a horseyard. Ballabri was a small township with a few big stations, a good many

farms about it, and rather more publichouses than any other sort of buildings in it. A writing chap said once,

`A large wellfilled graveyard, a small church mostly locked up, six publichouses, gave the principal

features of Ballabri township. The remaining ones appear to be sand, bones, and broken bottles, with a

sprinkling of inebriates and blackfellows.' With all that there was a lot of business done there in a year by the

stores and inns, particularly since the diggings. Whatever becomes of the money made in such places? Where

A goodish lot of the first people was huddled away in the graveyard under the sand ridges. Many an old

shepherd had hobbled into the Travellers' Rest with a big cheque for a fortnight's spree, and had stopped

behind in the graveyard, too, for company. It was always a wonderful place for steadying lushingtons, was

Anyhow we rode over to the barracks because we knew the senior constable was away. We'd got up a sham

horsestealing case the day before, through some chaps there that we knew. This drawed him off about fifty

mile. The constable left behind was a youngish chap, and we intended to have a bit of fun with him. So we

went up to the gardengate and called out for the officer in charge of police quite grand.

`Here I am,' says he, coming out, buttoning up his uniform coat. `Is anything the matter?'

`Oh! not much,' says I; `but there's a man sick at the Sportsman's Arms. He's down with the typhus fever or

something. He's a mate of ours, and we've come from Mr. Grant's station. He wants a doctor fetched.'

`Wait a minute till I get my revolver,' says he, buttoning up his waistcoat. He was just fresh from the depot;

`You'll do very well as you are,' says Starlight, bringing out his pretty sharp, and pointing it full at his head.

He stood there quite stunned, while Jim and I jumped off and muzzled him. He hadn't a chance, of course,

with one of us on each side, and Starlight threatening to shoot him if he raised a finger.

`Let's put him in the logs,' says Jim. `My word! just for a lark; turn for turn. Fair play, young fellow. You're

The keys were hanging up inside, so we pushed him into the farthest cell and locked both doors. There were

no windows, and the lockup, like most bush ones, was built of heavy logs, just roughly squared, with the

ceiling the same sort, so there wasn't much chance of his making himself heard. If any noise did come out the

We lost no time then, and Starlight rode up to the bank first. It was about ten minutes to three o'clock. Jim

and I popped our horses into the police stables, and put on a couple of their waterproof capes. The day was a

little showery. Most of the people we heard afterwards took us for troopers from some other station on the

track of bushrangers, and not in regular uniform. It wasn't a bad joke, though, and the police got well

We dodged down very careless like to the bank, and went in a minute or two after Starlight. He was waiting

patiently with the cheque in his hand till some old woman got her money. She counted it, shillings, pence,

and all, and then went out. The next moment Starlight pushed his cheque over. The clerk looks at it for a

`This way,' Starlight answered, pointing his revolver at his head, `and don't you stir or I'll shoot you before

The manager's room was a small den at one side. They don't allow much room in country banks unless they

make up their mind to go in for a regular swell building. I jumped round and took charge of the young man.

Jim shut and locked the front door while Starlight knocked at the manager's room. He came out in a hurry,

expecting to see one of the bank customers. When he saw Starlight's revolver, his face changed quick enough,

but he made a rush to his drawer where he kept his revolver, and tried to make a fight of it, only we were too

quick for him. Starlight put the muzzle of his pistol to his forehead and swore he'd blow out his brains there

and then if he didn't stop quiet. We had to use the same words over and over again. Jim used to grin

sometimes. They generally did the business, though, so of course he was quite helpless. We hadn't to threaten

him to find the key of the safe, because it was unlocked and the key in it. He was just locking up his gold and

We tied him and the young fellow fast, legs and arms, and laid them down on the floor while we went

through the place. There was a good lot of gold in the safe all weighed and labelled ready for the escort,

which called there once a month. Bundles of notes, too; bags of sovereigns, silver, and copper. The last we

didn't take. But all the rest we bundled up or put into handy boxes and bags we found there. Father had come

up by this time as close as he could to the backyard. We carried everything out and put them into his

expresswaggon; he shoved a rug over them and drove off, quite easy and comfortable. We locked the back

door of the bank and chucked away the key, first telling the manager not to make a row for ten minutes or we

might have to come back again. He was a plucky fellow, and we hadn't been rough with him. He had sense

enough to see that he was overmatched, and not to fight when it was no good. I've known bankers to make a

regular good fight of it, and sometimes come off best when their places was stuck up; but not when they were

bested from the very start, like this one. No man could have had a show, if he was two or three men in one, at

the Ballabri moneyshop. We walked slap down to the hotel then it was near the bank and called for

drinks. There weren't many people in the streets at that time in the afternoon, and the few that did notice us

didn't think we were any one in particular. Since the diggings broke out all sorts of travellers a little out of the

common were wandering all about the country speculators in mines, strangers, new chums of all kinds;

even the cattledrovers and stockmen, having their pockets full of money, began to put on more side and

dress in a flash way. The bush people didn't take half the notice of strangers they would have done a couple

So we had our drinks, and shouted for the landlord and the people in the bar; walked up to the police station,

took out our horses, and rode quickly off, while father was nearly five miles away on a crossroad, making

Mr. White's trotters do their best time, and with seven or eight thousand pounds' worth of gold and cash under

the driving seat. That, I often think, was about the smartest trick we ever did. It makes me laugh when I

remember how savage the senior constable was when he came home, found his sub in a cell, the manager and

his clerk just untied, the bank robbed of nearly everything, and us gone hours ago, with about as much chance

of catching us as a mob of wild cattle that got out of the yard the night before.

Just about dark father made the place where the man met him with the trap before. Fresh horses was put in

and the man drove slap away another road. He and Warrigal mounted the two brown horses and took the stuff

in saddlebags, which they'd brought with 'em. They were back at the Hollow by daylight, and we got there

about an hour afterwards. We only rode sharp for the first twenty miles or so, and took it easier afterwards.

If sticking up the Goulburn mail made a noise in the country, you may depend the Ballabri bank robbery

made ten times as much. Every little newspaper and all the big ones, from one end of the colony to the other,

were full of it. The robbery of a bank in broad daylight, almost in the middle of the day, close to a police

station, and with people going up and down the streets, seemed too outandout cheeky to be believed. What

was the country coming to? `It was the fault of the gold that unsettled young fellows' minds,' some said, `and

took them away from honest industry.' Our minds had been unsettled long before the gold, worse luck. Some

shouted for more police protection; some for vigilance committees; all bushrangers and horsethieves to be

strung up to the next tree. The whole countryside was in an uproar, except the people at the diggings, who

had most of them been in other places, and knew that, compared with them, Australia was one of the safest

countries any man could live or travel in. A good deal of fun was made out of our locking up the constable in

his own cell. I believe he got blown up, too, and nearly dismissed by his inspector for not having his revolver

on him and ready for use. But young men that were any good were hard to get for the police just then, and his

fault was passed over. It's a great wonder to me more banks were not robbed when you think of it. A couple

of young fellows are sent to a country place; there's no decent buildings, or anything reasonable for them to

live in, and they're expected to take care of four or five thousand pounds and a lot of gold, as if it was so

many bags of potatoes. If there's police, they're half their time away. The young fellows can't be all their time

in the house, and two or three determined men, whether they're bushrangers or not, that like to black their

faces, and walk in at any time that they're not expected, can sack the whole thing, and no trouble to them. I

call it putting temptation in people's way, and some of the blame ought to go on the right shoulders. As I said

before, the little affair made a great stir, and all the police in the country were round Ballabri for a bit,

tracking and tracking till all hours, night and day; but they couldn't find out what had become of the

wheelmarks, nor where our horse tracks led to. The man that owned the express waggon drove it into a

scrubby bit of country and left it there; he knew too much to take it home. Then he brought away the wheels

one by one on horseback, and carted the body in a long time after with a load of wool, just before a heavy

Nothing in that year could keep people's thoughts long away from the diggings, which was just as well for us.

Everything but the gold was forgotten after a week. If the harbour had dried up or Sydney town been buried

by an earthquake, nobody would have bothered themselves about such trifles so long as the gold kept turning

up hand over hand the way it did. There seemed no end to it. New diggings jumped up every day, and now

another big rush broke out in Port Phillip that sent every one wilder than ever.

Starlight and us two often used to have a quiet talk about Melbourne. We all liked that side of the country;

there seemed an easier chance of getting straight away from there than any part of New South Wales, where

All kinds of things passed through our minds, but the notion we liked best was taking one of the gold ships

bodily and sailing her away to a foreign port, where her name could be changed, and she never heard of

again, if all went well. That would be a big touch and no mistake. Starlight, who had been at sea, and was

always ready for anything out of the way and uncommon, the more dangerous the better, thought it might be

`A ship in harbour,' he said, `is something like the Ballabri bank. No one expects anything to happen in

harbour, consequently there's no watch kept or any lookout that's worth much. Any sudden dash with a few

Father didn't like this kind of talk. He was quite satisfied where we were. We were safe there, he said; and, as

long as we kept our heads, no one need ever be the wiser how it was we always seemed to go through the

ground and no one could follow us up. What did we fret after? Hadn't we everything we wanted in the world

plenty of good grub, the best of liquor, and the pick of the countryside for horses, besides living among

our own friends and in the country we were born in, and that had the best right to keep us. If we once got

among strangers and in another colony we should be `given away' by some one or other, and be sure to come

Well, we couldn't go and cut out this ship all at once, but Jim and I didn't leave go of the notion, and we had

What made us more set upon clearing out of the country was that we were getting a good bit of money

together, and of course we hadn't much chance of spending it. Every place where we'd been seen was that

well watched there was no getting nigh it, and every now and then a strong mob of police, ordered down by

telegraph, would muster at some particular spot where they thought there was a chance of surrounding us.

However, that dodge wouldn't work. They couldn't surround the Hollow. It was too big, and the gullies

between the rocks too deep. You could see across a place sometimes that you had to ride miles round to get

over. Besides, no one knew there was such a place, leastways that we were there, any more than if we had

After the Ballabri affair we had to keep close for weeks and weeks. The whole place seemed to be alive with

police. We heard of them being on Nulla Mountain and close enough to the Hollow now and then. But

Warrigal and father had places among the rocks where they could sit up and see everything for miles round.

Dad had taken care to get a good glass, too, and he could sweep the country round about almost down to

Rocky Flat. Warrigal's eyes were sharp enough without a glass, and he often used to tell us he seen things

men, cattle, and horses that we couldn't make out a bit in the world. We amused ourselves for a while the

best way we could by horsebreaking, shooting, and what not; but we began to get awful tired of it, and

One day father told us a bit of news that made a stir in the camp, and nearly would have Jim and me clear out

altogether if we'd had any place to go to. For some time past, it seems, dad had been grumbling about being

left to himself so much, and, except this last fakement, not having anything to do with the road work. `It's all

devilish fine for you and your brother and the Captain there to go flashin' about the country and sporting your

figure on horseback, while I'm left alone to do the housekeepin' in the Hollow. I'm not going to be

woodandwater Joey, I can tell ye, not for you nor no other men. So I've made it right with a couple of

chaps as I've know'd these years past, and we can do a touch now and then, as well as you grand gentlemen,

`I didn't think you were such an old fool, Ben,' said Starlight; `but keeping this place here a dead secret is our

sheetanchor. Lose that, and we'll be run into in a week. If you let it out to any fellow you come across, you

`I've known Dan Moran and Pat Burke nigh as long as I've known you, for the matter of that,' says father.

`They're safe enough, and they're not to come here or know where I hang out neither. We've other places to

`It doesn't matter two straws to me, as I've told you many a time,' said Starlight, lighting a cigar (he always

kept a good supply of them). `But you see if Dick and Jim, now, don't suffer for it before long.'

`It was as I told you about the place, wasn't it?' growls father; `don't you suppose I know how to put a man

right? I look to have my turn at steering this here ship, or else the crew better go ashore for good.'

Father had begun to drink harder now than he used; that was partly the reason. And when he'd got his liquor

aboard he was that savage and obstinate there was no doing anything with him. We couldn't well part. We

couldn't afford to do without each other. So we had to patch it up the best way we could, and let him have his

own way. But we none of us liked the newfangled way, and made sure bad would come of it.

We all knew the two men, and didn't half like them. They were the head men of a gang that mostly went in

for horsestealing, and only did a bit of regular bushranging when they was sure of getting clear off. They'd

never shown out the fighting way yet, though they were ready enough for it if it couldn't be helped.

Moran was a dark, thin, wirylooking native chap, with a big beard, and a nasty beady black eye like a

snake's. He was a wonderful man outside of a horse, and as active as a cat, besides being a deal stronger than

any one would have taken him to be. He had a drawling way of talking, and was one of those fellows that

liked a bit of cruelty when he had the chance. I believe he'd rather shoot any one than not, and when he was

worked up he was more like a devil than a man. Pat Burke was a broadshouldered, faircomplexioned

fellow, most like an Englishman, though he was a native too. He'd had a small station once, and might have

done well (I was going to say) if he'd had sense enough to go straight. What rot it all is! Couldn't we all have

done well, if the devils of idleness and easyearned money and false pride had let us alone?

Father said his bargain with these chaps was that he should send down to them when anything was up that

more men was wanted for, and they was always to meet him at a certain place. He said they'd be satisfied

with a share of whatever the amount was, and that they'd never want to be shown the Hollow or to come

anigh it. They had homes and places of their own, and didn't want to be known more than could be helped.

Besides this, if anything turned up that was real first chop, they could always find two or three more young

fellows that would stand a flutter, and disappear when the job was done. This was worth thinking over, he

said, because there weren't quite enough of us for some things, and we could keep these other chaps

There was something in this, of course, and dad was generally near the mark, there or thereabouts, so we let

things drift. One thing was that these chaps could often lay their hands upon a goodish lot of horses or cattle;

and if they delivered them to any two of us twenty miles from the Hollow, they could be popped in there, and

neither they or any one else the wiser. You see father didn't mind taking a hand in the bushranging racket,

but his heart was with the cattle and horseduffing that he'd been used to so long, and he couldn't quite give it

up. It's my belief he'd have sooner made a tenpound note by an unbranded colt or a mob of fat cattle than

Well, between this new fad of the old man's and our having a notion that we had better keep quiet for a spell

and let things settle down a bit, we had a long steady talk, and the end of it was that we made up our minds to

We took a horse apiece that weren't much account, so we could either sell them or lose them, it did not make

much odds which, and made a start for Jonathan Barnes's place. We got word from him every now and then,

and knew that the police had never found out that we had been there, going or coming. Jonathan was a

blowing, blatherskiting fool; but his very foolishness in that way made them think he knew nothing at all. He

had just sense enough not to talk about us, and they never thought about asking him. So we thought we'd have

a bit of fun there before we settled down for work at the Turon. We took old saddles and bridles, and had a

middlingsized swag in front, just as if we'd come a long way. We dressed pretty rough too; we had longish

hair and beards, and (except Starlight) might have been easy taken for downtheriver stockmen or drovers.

When we got to Barnes's place he and the old woman seemed ever so glad to see us. Bella and Maddie rushed

`Why, we thought you were lost, or shot, or something,' Bella says. `You might have sent us a letter, or a

`What a bad state the country's getting in,' says Maddie. `Think of them bushrangers sticking up the bank at

Ballabri, and locking up the constable in his own cell. Ha! ha! The police magistrate was here tonight. You

`Yes, and you said they'd all be caught and hanged,' said Bella; `that it was settin' such a bad example to the

young men of the colony. My word! it was as good as a play. Mad was so full of her fun, and when the P.M.

said they'd be sure to be caught in the long run, Maddie said they'd have to import some thoroughbred police

to catch 'em, for our Sydneyside ones didn't seem to have pace enough. This made the old gentleman stare,

`I do think it's disgraceful of Goring and his lot not to have run them in before,' says Starlight, `but it wouldn't

`Ah! but Sir Ferdinand Morringer's come up now,' says Maddie. `He'll begin to knock saucepans out of all the

boys between here and Weddin Mountain. He was here, too, and asked us a lot of questions about people who

`He fell in love with Maddie, too,' says Bella, `and gave her one of the charms of his watch chain such a

pretty one, too. He's going to catch Starlight's mob, as he calls them. Maddie says she'll send him word if ever

`Well done, Maddie!' says Jim; `so you may, just an hour or two after we're started. There won't be much

likelihood of his overhauling us then. He won't be the first man that's been fooled by a woman, will he?'

`Or the last, Jim,' says Bella. `What do you say, Captain? It seems to me we're doing all the talking, and

you're doing all the listening. That isn't fair, you know. We like to hear ourselves talk, but fair play is bonny

play. Suppose you tell us what you've been about all this time. I think tea's ready.'

We had our innings in the talking line; Jim and Maddie made noise enough for halfadozen. Starlight let

himself be talked to, and didn't say much himself; but I could see even he, that had seen a lot of high life in

his time, was pleased enough with the nonsense of a couple of goodlooking girls like these regular

bushbred fillies as they were after being shut up in the Hollow for a month or two.

Before we'd done a couple of travellers rode up. Jonathan's place was getting a deal more custom now it

lay near about the straight line for the Turon, and came to be known as a pretty comfortable shop. Jonathan

`These gentlemen's just come up from Sydney,' he said, `not long from England, and wants to see the

`Very happy,' says Starlight. `I am from Port Phillip last myself, and think of going back by Honolulu after

I've made the round of the colonies. My good friends and travelling companions are on their way for the

`What a fortunate thing we came here, Clifford, eh?' says one young fellow, putting up his eyeglass. `You

wanted to push on. Now we shall have company, and not lose our way in this beastly "bush", as they call it.'

`Well, it does look like luck,' says the other man. `I was beginning to think the confounded place was getting

farther off every day. Can you show us our rooms, if you please? I suppose we couldn't have a bath?'

`Oh yes, you can,' said Maddie; `there's the creek at the bottom of the garden, only there's snakes now and

`In that case I think I shall prefer to wait till the morning,' says the tall man. `It will be something to look

We were afraid the strangers would have spoiled our fun for the evening, but they didn't; we made out

afterwards that the tall one was a lord. They were just like anybody else, and when we got the piano to work

after tea they made themselves pleasant enough, and Starlight sang a song or two he could sing, and no

mistake, when he liked and then one of them played a waltz and the girls danced together, and Starlight

had some champagne in, said it was his birthday, and he'd just thought of it, and they got quite friendly and

Next day we made a start, promising the girls a nugget each for a ring out of the first gold we got, and they

promised to write to us and tell us if they heard any news. They knew what to say, and we shouldn't be caught

simple if they could help it. Jim took care, though, to keep well off the road, and take all the short cuts he

knew. We weren't quite safe till we was in the thick of the mining crowd. That's the best place for a man, or

woman either, to hide that wants to drop out of sight and never be seen again. Many a time I've known a man,

called Jack or Tom among the diggers, and never thought of as anything else, working like them, drinking

and taking his pleasure and dressing like them, till he made his pile or died, or something, and then it turned

out he was the Honourable Mr. SoandSo, Captain This, or Major That; perhaps the Reverend Somebody

We were all the more contented, though, when we heard the row of the cradles and the clang and bang of the

stampers in the quartzcrushing batteries again, and saw the big crowd moving up and down like a hill of

ants, the same as when we'd left Turon last. As soon as we got into the main street we parted. Jim and I

touched our hats and said goodbye to Starlight and the other two, who went away to the crack hotel. We

went and made a camp down by the creek, so that we might turn to and peg out a claim, or buy out a couple

Except the Hollow it was the safest place in the whole country just now, as we could hear that every week

fresh people were pouring in from all the other colonies, and every part of the world. The police on the

diggings had their own work pretty well cut out for them, what with old hands from Van Diemen's Land,

Californians and, you may bet, roughs and rascals from every place under the sun. Besides, we wanted to

see for ourselves how the thing was done, and pick up a few wrinkles that might come in handy afterwards.

Our dodge was to take a few notes with us, and buy into a claim one here, one there not to keep

together for fear of consequences. If we worked and kept steady at it, in a place where there were thousands

of strangers of all kinds, it would take the devil himself to pick us out of such a queer, bubbling, noisy,

Things couldn't have dropped in more lucky for us than they did. In this way. Starlight was asked by the two

swells to join them, because they wanted to do a bit of digging, just for the fun of it; and he made out he'd just

come from Melbourne, and hadn't been six months longer in the country than they had. Of course he was

sunburnt a bit. He got that in India, he said. My word! they played just into his hand, and he did the

newchum swell all to pieces, and so that natural no one could have picked him out from them. He dressed

like them, talked like them, and never let slip a word except about shooting in England, hunting in America

and India, besides gammoning to be as green about all Australian ways as if he'd never seen a gum tree

before. They took up a claim, and bought a tent. Then they got a wagesman to help them, and all four used

to work like niggers. The crowd christened them `The Three Honourables', and used to have great fun

watching them working away in their jerseys, and handling their picks and shovels like men. Starlight used to

drawl just like the other two, and asked questions about the colony; and walk about with them on Sundays

and holidays in fashionable cut clothes. He'd brought money, too, and paid his share of the expenses, and

something over. It was a great sight to see at night, and people said like nothing else in the world just then.

Every one turned out for an hour or two at night, and then was the time to see the Turon in its glory. Big,

sunburnt men, with beards, and red silk sashes round their waists, with a sheathknife and revolvers mostly

stuck in them, and broadleaved felt hats on. There were Californians, then foreigners of all sorts

Frenchmen, Italians, Germans, Spaniards, Greeks, Negroes, Indians, Chinamen. They were a droll, strange,

fiercelooking crowd. There weren't many women at first, but they came pretty thick after a bit. A couple of

theatres were open, a circus, hotels with lots of plateglass windows and splendid bars, all lighted up, and the

front of them, anyhow, as handsome at first sight as Sydney or Melbourne. Drapers and grocers, ironmongers,

general stores, butchers and bakers, all kept open until midnight, and every place was lighted up as clear as

day. It was like a fairystory place, Jim said; he was as pleased as a child with the glitter and show and

strangeness of it all. Nobody was poor, everybody was well dressed, and had money to spend, from the

children upwards. Liquor seemed running from morning to night, as if there were creeks of it; all the same

there was very little drunkenness and quarrelling. The police kept good order, and the miners were their own

police mostly, and didn't seem to want keeping right. We always expected the miners to be a disorderly,

rough set of people it was quite the other way. Only we had got into a world where everybody had

everything they wanted, or else had the money to pay for it. How different it seemed from the hard, grinding,

povertystricken life we had been brought up to, and all the settlers we knew when we were young! People

had to work hard for every pound they made then, and, if they hadn't the ready cash, obliged to do without,

even if it was bread to eat. Many a time we'd had no tea and sugar when we were little, because father hadn't

the money to pay for it. That was when he stayed at home and worked for what he got. Well, it was honest

Now all this was changed. It wasn't like the same country. Everybody dressed well, lived high, and the money

never ran short, nor was likely to as long as the gold kept spreading, and was found in 10, 20, 50 pound

nuggets every week or two. We had a good claim, and began to think about six months' work would give us

enough to clear right away with. We let our hair grow long, and made friends with some Americans, so we

began to talk a little like them, just for fun, and most people took us for Yankees. We didn't mind that.

Anything was better than being taken for what we were. And if we could get clear off to San Francisco there

were lots of grand new towns springing up near the Rocky Mountains, where a man could live his life out

As for Starlight he'd laid it out with his two noble friends to go back to Sydney in two or three months, and

run down to Honolulu in one of the trading vessels. They could get over to the Pacific slope, or else have a

year among the Islands, and go anywhere they pleased. They had got that fond of Haughton, as he called

himself Frank Haughton that nothing would have persuaded them to part company. And wasn't he a

man to be fond of? always ready for anything, always goodtempered except when people wouldn't let

him, ready to work or fight or suffer hardship, if it came to that, just as cheerful as he went to his dinner

never thinking or talking much about himself, but always there when he was wanted. You couldn't have made

a more outandout all round man to live and die with; and yet, wasn't it a murder, that there should be that

against him, when it came out, that spoiled the whole lot? We used to meet now and then, but never noticed

one another except by a bit of a nod or a wink, in public. One day Jim and I were busy puddling some dirt,

and we saw Sergeant Goring ride by with another trooper. He looked at us, but we were splashed with yellow

mud, and had handkerchiefs tied over our heads. I don't think mother would have known us. He just glanced

over at us and took no notice. If he didn't know us there was no fear of any one else being that sharp to do it.

So we began to take it easy, and to lose our fear of being dropped on at any time. Ours was a middling good

claim, too; two men's ground; and we were lucky from the start. Jim took to the pick and shovel work from

After our day's work we used to take a stroll through the lighted streets at night. What a place it had grown to

be, and how different it was from being by ourselves at the Hollow. The gold was coming in that fast that it

paid people to build more shops, and bring up goods from Sydney every week, until there wasn't any mortal

thing you couldn't get there for money. Everything was dear, of course; but everybody had money, and

nobody minded paying two prices when they were washing, perhaps, two or three pounds' weight of gold out

One night Jim and I were strolling about with some of our Yankee friends, when some one said there'd been a

new hotel opened by some Melbourne people which was very swell, and we might take a look at it. We didn't

say no, so we all went into the parlour and called for drinks. The landlady herself came in, dressed up to the

nines, and made herself agreeable, as she might well do. We were all pretty well in, but one of the Americans

owned the Golden Gate claim, and was supposed to be the richest man on the field. He'd known her before.

`Waal, Mrs. Mullockson,' says he, `so you've pulled up stakes from Bendigo City and concluded to locate

She said something or other, we hardly knew what. Jim and I couldn't help giving one look. Her eyes turned

on us. We could see she knew us, though she hadn't done so at first. We took no notice; no more did she, but

`You're not going to desert old friends, Dick?' she said in a low voice. `I wrote you a cross letter, but we must

This meeting with Kate Morrison put the stuns upon me and Jim, and no mistake. We never expected to see

her up at the Turon, and it all depended which way the fit took her now whether it would be a fit place for us

to live in any longer. Up to this time we had done capital well. We had been planted as close as if we had

been at the Hollow. We'd had lots of work, and company, and luck. It began to look as if our luck would be

dead out. Anyhow, we were at the mercy of a tigercat of a woman who might let loose her temper at any

time and lay the police on to us, without thinking twice about it. We didn't think she knew Starlight was

there, but she was knowing enough for anything. She could put two and two together, and wait and watch,

too. It gave me a fit of the shivers every time I thought of it. This was the last place I ever expected to see her

at. However, you never can tell what'll turn up in this world. She might have got over her tantrums.

Of course we went over to the Prospectors' Arms that night, as the new hotel was called, and found quite a

warm welcome. Mrs. Mullockson had turned into quite a fashionable lady since the Melbourne days; dressed

very grand, and talked and chaffed with the commissioner, the police inspectors, and goldfield officers from

the camp as if she'd been brought up to it. People lived fast in those goldfields days; it don't take long to pick

The Prospectors' Arms became quite the go, and all the swell miners and quartz reefers began to meet there as

a matter of course. There was Dandy Green, the Lincolnshire man from Beevor, that used to wear no end of

boots and spend pounds and pounds in blacking. He used to turn out with everything clean on every morning,

fit to go to a ball, as he walked on to the brace. There was Ballersdorf, the old Prussian soldier, that had

fought against Boney, and owned halfadozen crushing machines and a sixth share in the Great Wattle Flat

Company; Dan Robinson, the man that picked up the 70 pound nugget; Sam Dawson, of White Hills, and

Peter Paul, the Canadian, with a lot of others, all known men, went there regular. Some of them didn't mind

spending fifty or a hundred pounds in a night if the fit took them. The house began to do a tremendous trade,

Old Mullockson was a quiet, redfaced old chap, who seemed to do all Kate told him, and never bothered

himself about the business, except when he had to buy fresh supplies in the wine and spirit line. There he was

But where was Jeanie all this time? That was what Jim put me up to ask the first night we came. `Oh! Jeanie,

poor girl, she was stopping with her aunt in Melbourne.' But Kate had written to her, and she was coming up

in a few weeks. This put Jim into great heart. What with the regular work and the doing well in the gold line,

and Jeanie coming up, poor old Jim looked that happy that he was a different man. No wonder the police

didn't know him. He had grown out of his old looks and ways; and though they rubbed shoulders with us

every day, no one had eyes sharp enough to see that James Henderson and his brother Dick mates with the

best men on the field were escaped prisoners, and had a big reward on them besides.

Nobody knew it, and that was pretty nigh as good as if it wasn't true. So we held on, and made money hand

over fist. We used to go up to the hotel whenever we'd an evening to spare, but that wasn't often. We intended

to keep our money this time, and no publican was to be any the better for our hard work.

As for Kate, I couldn't make her out. Most times she'd be that pleasant and jolly no one could help liking her.

She had a way of talking to me and telling me everything that happened, because I was an old friend she said

that pretty nigh knocked me over, I tell you. Other times she was that savage and violent no one would go

near her. She didn't care who it was servants or customers, they all gave her a wide berth when she was in

her tantrums. As for old Mullockson, he used to take a drive to Sawpit Gully or TenMile as soon as ever he

saw what o'clock it was and glad to clear out, too. She never dropped on to me, somehow. Perhaps she

thought she'd get as good as she gave; I wasn't over good to lead, and couldn't be drove at the best of times.

One evening Starlight and his two swell friends comes in, quite accidental like. They sat down at a small

table by themselves and ordered a couple of bottles of foreign wine. There was plenty of that if you liked to

pay a guinea a bottle. I remember when common brandy was that price at first, and I've seen it fetched out of

a doctor's tent as medicine. It paid him better than his salts and rhubarb. That was before the hotels opened,

and while all the grog was sold on the sly. They marched in, dressed up as if they'd been in George Street,

though everybody knew one of 'em had been at the windlass all day with the wages man, and the other two

below, working up to their knees in water; for they'd come on a drift in their claim, and were puddling back.

However, that says nothing; we were all in good clothes and fancy shirts and ties. Miners don't go about in

their working suits. The two Honourables walked over to the bar first of all, and said a word or two to Kate,

who was all smiles and as pleasant as you please. It was one of her good days. Starlight put up his eyeglass

and stared round as if we were all a lot of queer animals out of a caravan. Then he sat down and took up the

`Turon Star'. Kate hardly looked at him, she was so taken up with his two friends, and, womanlike, bent on

drawing them on, knowing them to be big swells in their own country. We never looked his way, except on

the sly, and no one could have thought we'd ever slept under one tree together, or seen the things we had.

When the waiter was opening their wine one of the camp officers comes in that they had letters to. So they

asked him to join them, and Starlight sends for another bottle of Moselle something like that, he called it.

`The last time I drank wine as good as this,' says Starlight, `was at the Caffy Troy, something or other, in

Paris. I wouldn't mind being there again, with the Variety Theatre to follow. Would you, Clifford?'

`Well, I don't know,' says the other swell. `I find this amazing good fun for a bit. I never was in such grand

condition since I left Oxford. This eighthours' shift business is just the right thing for training. I feel fit to go

for a man's life. Just feel this, Despard,' and he holds out his arm to the camp swell. `There's muscle for you!'

`Plenty of muscle,' said Mr. Despard, looking round. He was a swell that didn't work, and wouldn't work, and

thought it fine to treat the diggers like dogs. Most of the commissioners and magistrates were gentlemen and

acted as such; but there were a few young fools like this one, and they did the Government a deal of harm

with the diggers more than they knew. `Plenty of muscle,' says he, `but devilish little society.'

`I don't agree with you,' says the other Honourable. `It's the most amusing and in a way instructive place for a

man who wants to know his fellowcreatures I was ever in. I never pass a day without meeting some fresh

variety of the human race, man or woman; and their experiences are well worth knowing, I can tell you. Not

that they're in a hurry to impart them; for that there's more natural, unaffected good manners on a digging

than in any society I ever mingled in I shall never doubt. But when they see you don't want to patronise, and

are content to be a simple man among men, there's nothing they won't do for you or tell you.'

`Oh, dn one's fellowcreatures; present company excepted,' says Mr. Despard, filling his glass, `and the

man that grew this "tipple". They're useful to me now and then and one has to put up with this crowd; but I

`All the worse for you, Despard,' says Clifford. `You're wasting your chances golden opportunities in

every sense of the word. You'll never see such a spectacle as this, perhaps, again as long as you live. It's a

`Dashed bad characters, if we only knew,' says Despard, yawning. `What do you say, Haughton?' looking at

Starlight, who was playing with his glass and not listening much by the look of him.

`I say, let's go into the little parlour and have a game of picquet, unless you'll take some more wine. No? Then

we'll move. Bad characters, you were saying? Well, you camp fellows ought to be able to give an opinion.'

They sauntered through the big room, which was just then crowded with a curious company, as Clifford said.

I suppose there was every kind of man and miner under the sun. Not many women, but what there was not a

little out of the way in looks and manners. We kept on working away all the time. It helped to stop us from

thinking, and every week we had a bigger depositreceipt in the bank where we used to sell our gold. People

may say what they like, but there's nothing like a nest egg; seeing it grow bigger keeps many a fellow

straight, and he gets to like adding to it, and feels the pull of being careful with his money, which a poor man

that never has anything worth saving doesn't. Poor men are the most extravagant, I've always found. They

spend all they have, which middling kind of people just above them don't. They screw and pinch to bring up

their children, and what not; and dress shabby and go without a lot which the working man never thinks of

stinting himself in. But there's the parson here to do that kind of thing. I'm not the proper sort of cove to

preach. I'd better leave it to him. So we didn't spend our money foolish, like most part of the diggers that had

a bit of luck; but we had to do a fair thing. We got through a lot of money every week, I expect. Talking of

foolish things, I saw one man that had his horse shod with gold, regular pure gold shoes. The blacksmith

made 'em good solid ones, and all regular. He rode into the main street one holiday, and no end of people

stopped him and lifted up his horse's feet to see. They weighed 7 oz. 4 dwt. each. Rainbow ought to have

been shod that way. If ever a horse deserved it he did. But Starlight didn't go in for that kind of thing. Now

and then some of the old colonial hands, when they were regularly `on the burst', would empty a dozen of

champagne into a bucket or light their pipes with a tenpound note. But these were not everyday larks, and

But of course some allowance had to be made for men not making much above wages when they came

suddenly on a biggish stone, and sticking the pick into it found it to be a gigantic nugget worth a small

fortune. Most men would go a bit mad over a stroke of luck like that, and they did happen now and then.

There was the Boennair nugget, dug at Louisa Creek by an Irishman, that weighed 364 oz. 11 dwt. It was sold

in Sydney for 1156 Pounds. There was the King of Meroo nugget, weighing 157 oz.; and another one that

only scaled 71 oz. seemed hardly worth picking up after the others, only 250 Pounds worth or so. But there

was a bigger one yet on the grass if we'd only known, and many a digger, and shepherd too, had sat down on

it and lit his pipe, thinking it no better than other lumps of blind white quartz that lay piled up all along the

Mostly after we'd done our day's work and turned out clean and comfortable after supper, smoking our pipes,

we walked up the street for an hour or two. Jim and I used to laugh a bit in a queer way over the change it

was from our old bush life at Rocky Flat when we were boys, before we had any thoughts beyond doing our

regular day's work and milking the cows and chopping wood enough to last mother all day. The little creek,

that sounded so clear in the still night when we woke up, rippling and gurgling over the stones, the silent,

dark forest all round on every side; and on moonlight nights the moon shining over Nulla Mountain, dark and

overhanging all the valley, as if it had been sailing in the clear sky over it ever since the beginning of the

world. We didn't smoke then, and we used to sit in the verandah, and Aileen would talk to us till it was time

Even when we went into Bargo, or some of the other country towns, they did not seem so much brighter.

Sleepylooking, steadygoing places they all were, with people crawling about them like a lot of old working

bullocks. Just about as sensible, many of 'em. What a change all this was! Main Street at the Turon! Just as

bright as day at twelve o'clock at night. Crowds walking up and down, bars lighted up, theatres going on,

dancehouses in full swing, billiardtables where you could hear the balls clicking away till daylight; miners

walking down to their night shifts, others turning out after sleeping all the afternoon quite fresh and lively;

halfadozen troopers clanking down the street, back from escort duty. Everybody just as fresh at midnight

One thing's certain; Jim and I would never have had the chance of seeing as many different kinds of people in

a hundred years if it hadn't been for the gold. No wonder some of the young fellows kicked over the traces for

a change a change from sheep, cattle, and horses, ploughing and reaping, shearing and bullockdriving;

the same old thing every day; the same chaps to talk to about the same things. It does seem a deadandlive

kind of life after all we've seen and done since. However, we'd a deal better have kept to the bulldog's motter,

`Hang on', and stick to it, even if it was a shade slow and stupid. We'd have come out right in the end, as all

coves do that hold fast to the right thing and stick to the straight course, fair weather or foul. I can see that

But to see the big room at the Prospectors' Arms at night the hall, they called it was a sight worth

talking about as Jim and I walked up and down, or sat at one of the small tables smoking our pipes, with

good liquor before us. It was like a fairytale come true to chaps like us, though we had seen a little life in

What made it so different from any other place we'd ever seen or thought of before was the strange mixture of

every kind and sort of man and woman; to hear them all jabbering away together in different languages, or

trying to speak English, used to knock us altogether. The American diggers that we took up with had met a

lot of foreigners in California and other places. They could speak a little Spanish and French, and got on with

them. But Jim and I could only stare and stand openmouthed when a SpanishAmerican chap would come

up with his red sash and his big sheathknife, while they'd yabber away quite comfortable.

It made us feel like children, and we began to think what a fine thing it would be to clear out by Honolulu,

and so on to San Francisco, as Starlight was always talking about. It would make men of us, at any rate, and

If we could clear out what a heaven it would be! I could send over for Gracey to come to me. I knew she'd do

that, if I was only once across the sea, ready and willing to lead a new life, and with something

honestearned and hardworkedfor to buy a farm with. Nobody need know. Nobody would even inquire in

the far West where we'd come from or what we'd done. We should live close handy to one another Jim

and Jeanie, Gracey and I and when dad went under, mother and Aileen could come out to us; and there

would still be a little happiness left us, for all that was come and gone. Ah! if things would only work out that

Well, more unlikely things happen every day. And still the big room gets fuller. There's a band strikes up in

the next room and the dancing begins. This is a ball night. Kate has started that game. She's a great hand at

dancing herself, and she manages to get a few girls to come up; wherever they come from nobody knows, for

there's none to be seen in the daytime. But they turn out wonderfully welldressed, and some of them mighty

goodlooking; and the young swells from the camp come down, and the diggers that have been lucky and

begin to fancy themselves. And there's no end of fun and flirting and nonsense, such as there always is when

men and women get together in a place where they're not obliged to be overparticular. Not that there was

any rowdiness or bad behaviour allowed. A goldfield is the wrong shop for that. Any one that didn't behave

himself would have pretty soon found himself on his head in the street, and lucky if he came out of it with

I once tried to count the different breeds and languages of the men in the big room one night. I stopped at

thirty. There were Germans, Swedes, Danes, Norwegians, Russians, Italians, Greeks, Jews, Spaniards,

Frenchmen, Maltese, Mexicans, Negroes, Indians, Chinamen, New Zealanders, English, Irish, Scotch, Welsh,

Australians, Americans, Canadians, Creoles, gentle and simple, farmers and labourers, squatters and

shepherds, lawyers and doctors. They were all alike for a bit, all pretty rich; none poor, or likely to be; all

workers and comrades; nobody wearing much better clothes or trying to make out he was higher than

anybody else. Everybody was free with his money. If a fellow was sick or out of luck, or his family was

down with fever, the notes came freely as many as were wanted, and more when that was done. There was

no room for small faults and vices; everything and everybody was worked on a high scale. It was a grand

time better than ever was in our country before or since. Jim and I always said we felt better men while

the flash time lasted, and hadn't a thought of harm or evil about us. We worked hard enough, too, as I said

before; but we had good call to do so. Every week when we washed up we found ourselves a lot forrarder,

and could see that if it held on like this for a few months more we should have made our `pile', as the diggers

Because it wasn't now as it was in the old times, when Government could afford to keep watch upon every

vessel, big and little, that left the harbour. Now there was no end of trouble in getting sailors to man the ships,

and we could have worked our passage easy enough; they'd have taken us and welcome, though we'd never

handled a rope in our lives before. Besides that, there were hundreds of strangers starting for Europe and

America by every vessel that left. Men who had come out to the colony expecting to pick up gold in the

streets, and had gone home disgusted; lucky men, too, like ourselves, who had sworn to start for home the

very moment they had made a fair thing. How were any police in the world to keep the run of a few men that

Now and then we managed to get a talk with Starlight on the sly. He used to meet us at a safe place by night,

and talk it all over. He and his mates were doing well, and expected to be ready for a start in a few months,

when we might meet in Melbourne and clear out together. He believed it would be easy, and said that our

greatest danger of being recognised was now over that we had altered so much by living and working

`Why, we were all dining at the Commissioner's yesterday,' he said, `when who should walk in but our old

friend Goring. He's been made inspector now; and, of course, he's a great swell and a general favourite. The

Commissioner knew his family at home, and makes no end of fuss about him. He left for the Southern

district, I am glad to say. I felt queer, I must say; but, of course, I didn't show it. We were formally

introduced. He caught me with that sudden glance of his devilish sharp eyes, he has and looks me full

`"I don't remember your name, Mr. Haughton," said he; "but your face seems familiar to me somehow. I can't

`"Must have been at the Melbourne Club," says I, pulling my moustache. "Met a heap of Sydney people

`"Perhaps so," says he. "I used to go and lunch there a good deal. I had a month's leave last month, just after I

`"Fill your glass and pass the claret," says the Commissioner. "Faces are very puzzling things met in a

`This was held to be a capital joke, and I laughed too in a way that would have made my fortune on the stage.

Goring laughed too, and seemed to fear he'd wounded my feelings, for he was most polite all the rest of the

`Well, if HE didn't smoke you,' says Jim, `we're right till the Day of Judgment. There's no one else here that's

`Oh! Kate?' says Jim; `never mind her. Jeanie's coming up to be married to me next month, and Kate's getting

`That's the very reason. I never cared two straws about her, and now I hate the sight of her. She's a revengeful

devil, and if she takes it into her head she'll turn on us some fine day as sure as we're alive.'

`Don't you believe it,' says Jim; `women are not so bad as all that.' (`Are they not?' says Starlight.) `I'll go bail

we'll be snug and safe here till Christmas, and then we'll give out, say we're going to Melbourne for a spree,

As everything looked so fairweatherlike, Jim and Jeanie made it up to be married as soon after she came

up as he could get a house ready. She came up to Sydney, first by sea and after that to the diggings by the

coach. She was always a quiet, hardworking, good little soul, awful timid, and prudent in everything but in

taking a fancy to Jim. But that's neither here nor there. Women will take fancies as long as the world lasts,

and if they happen to fancy the wrong people the more obstinate they hold on to 'em. Jeanie was one of the

prettiest girls I ever set eyes on in her way, very fair and clear coloured, with big, soft blue eyes, and hair like

a cloud of spun silk. Nothing like her was ever seen on the field when she came up, so all the diggers said.

When they began to write to one another after we came to the Turon, Jim told her straight out that though we

were doing well now it mightn't last. He thought she was a great fool to leave Melbourne when she was safe

and comfortable, and come to a wild place, in a way like the Turon. Of course he was ready and willing to

marry her; but, speaking all for her own good, he advised her not. She'd better give him up and set her mind

on somebody else. Girls that was anyway goodlooking and kept themselves proper and decent were very

scarce in Melbourne and Sydney now, considering the number of men that were making fortunes and were

anxious to get a wife and settle down. A girl like her could marry anybody most likely some one above

her own rank in life. Of course she wouldn't have no one but Jim, and if he was ready to marry her, and could

get a little cottage, she was ready too. She would always be his own Jeanie, and was willing to run any kind

Starlight and I both tried to keep Jim from it all we knew. It would make things twice as bad for him if he had

to turn out again, and there was no knowing the moment when we might have to make a bolt for it; and where

But Jim had got one of his obstinate fits. He said we were regularly mixed up with the diggers now. He never

intended to follow any other life, and wouldn't go back to the Hollow or take part in any fresh cross work, no

matter how good it might be. Poor old Jim! I really believe he'd made up his mind to go straight from the

very hour he was buckled to Jeanie; and if he'd only had common luck he'd have been as square and right as

I was near forgetting about old George. My word! he was getting on faster than we were, though he hadn't a

golden hole. He was goldfinding in a different way, and no mistake. One day we saw a stoutish man drive

up Main Street to the camp, with a wellgroomed horse, in a dogcart, and a servant with him; and who was

this but old George? He didn't twig us. He drove close alongside of Jim, who was coming back from the

creek, where he'd been puddling, with two shovels and a pick over his shoulder, and a pair of old yellow

trousers on, and him splashed up to the eyes. George didn't know him a bit. But we knew him and laughed to

ourselves to see the big swell he had grown into. He stopped at the camp and left his dogcart outside with his

man. Next thing we saw was the Commissioner walking about outside the camp with him, and talking to him

The Commissioner, that was so proud that he wouldn't look at a digger or shake hands with him, not if he was

a young marquis, as long as he was a digger. `No!' he used to say, `I have to keep my authority over these

thousands and tens of thousands of people, some of them very wild and lawless, principally by moral

influence, though, of course, I have the Government to fall back upon. To do that I must keep up my position,

and overfamiliarity would be the destruction of it.' When we saw him shaking hands with old George and

inviting him to lunch we asked one of the miners next to our claim if he knew what that man's name and

`Oh!' he says, `I thought everybody knew him. That's Storefield, the great contractor. He has all the contracts

for horsefeed for the camps and police stations; nearly every one between here and Kiandra. He's took 'em

Well done, steady old George! No wonder he could afford to drive a good horse and a swell dogcart. He was

getting up in the world. We were a bit more astonished when we heard the Commissioner say

`I am just about to open court, Mr. Storefield. Would you mind taking a few cases with me this morning?'

We went into the courthouse just for a lark. There was old George sitting on the bench as grave as a judge,

and a rattling good magistrate he made too. He disagreed from the Commissioner once or twice, and showed

him where he was right, too, not in the law but in the facts of the case, where George's knowing working men

and their ways gave him the pull. He wasn't over sharp and hard either, like some men directly they're raised

up a bit, just to show their power. But just seemed to do a fair thing, neither too much one way or the other.

George stayed and had lunch at the camp with the Commissioner when the court was adjourned, and he drove

away afterwards with his upstanding eightyguinea horse horses was horses in those days just as good

a gentleman to look at as anybody. Of course we knew there was a difference, and he'd never get over a few

things he'd missed when he was young, in the way of education. But he was liked and respected for all that,

and made welcome everywhere. He was a man as didn't push himself one bit. There didn't seem anything but

his money and his goodnatured honest face, and now and then a bit of a clumsy joke, to make him a place.

But when the swells make up their minds to take a man in among themselves they're not half as particular as

So George was hailfellowwellmet with all the swells at the camp, and the bankers and big storekeepers,

and the doctors and lawyers and clergymen, all the nobs there were at the Turon; and when the Governor

himself and his lady came up on a visit to see what the place was like, why George was taken up and

introduced as if he'd been a regular blessed curiosity in the way of contractors, and his Excellency hadn't set

`My word! Dick,' Jim says, `it's a murder he and Aileen didn't cotton to one another in the old days. She'd

have been just the girl to have fancied all this sort of swell racket, with a silk gown and dressed up a bit.

There isn't a woman here that's a patch on her for looks, is there now, except Jeanie, and she's different in her

I didn't believe there was. I began to think it over in my own mind, and wonder how it came about that she'd

missed all her chances of rising in life, and if ever a woman was born for it she was. I couldn't help seeing

whose fault it was that she'd been kept back and was now obliged to work hard, and almost ashamed to show

herself at Bargo and the other small towns; not that the people were ever shy of speaking to her, but she

thought they might be, and wouldn't give them a chance. In about a month up comes Jeanie Morrison from

Melbourne, looking just the same as the very first evening we met Kate and her on the St. Kilda beach. Just

as quiet and shy and modestlooking only a bit sadder, and not quite so ready to smile as she'd been in the

old days. She looked as if she'd had a grief to hide and fight down since then. A girl's first sorrow when

something happened to her love! They never look quite the same afterwards. I've seen a good many, and if it

was real right down love, they were never the same in looks or feelings afterwards. They might `get over it',

as people call it; but that's a sort of healing over a wound. It don't always cure it, and the wound often breaks

Jeanie didn't look so bad, and she was that glad to see Jim again and to find him respected as a hardworking

welltodo miner that she forgot most of her disappointments and forgave him his share of any deceit that

had been practised upon her and her sister. Women are like that. They'll always make excuses for men they're

fond of and blame anybody else that can be blamed or that's within reach. She thought Starlight and me had

the most to do with it perhaps we had; but Jim could have cut loose from us any time before the

Momberah cattle racket much easier than he could now. I heard her say once that she thought other people

were much more to blame than poor James people who ought to have known better, and so on. By the

time she had got to the end of her little explanation Jim was completely whitewashed of course. It had always

happened to him, and I suppose always would. He was a man born to be helped and looked out for by every

Seeing how goodlooking Jeanie was thought, and how all the swells kept crowding round to get a look at

her, if she was near the bar, Kate wanted to have a ball and show her off a bit. But she wouldn't have it. She

right down refused and close upon quarrelled with Kate about it. She didn't take to the glare and noise and

excitement of Turon at all. She was frightened at the strangelooking men that filled the streets by day and

the hall at the Prospectors' by night. The women she couldn't abide. Anyhow she wouldn't have nothing to

say to them. All she wanted and she kept at Jim day after day till she made him carry it out was for

him to build or buy a cottage, she didn't care how small, where they could go and live quietly together. She

would cook his meals and mend his clothes, and they would come into town on Saturday nights only and be

as happy as kings and queens. She didn't come up to dance or flirt, she said, in a place like Turon, and if Jim

didn't get a home for her she'd go back to her dressmaking at St. Kilda. This woke up Jim, so he bought out a

miner who lived a bit out of the town. He had made money and wanted to sell his improvements and clear out

for Sydney. It was a small fourroomed weatherboard cottage, with a bark roof, but very neatly put on. There

was a little creek in front, and a small flower garden, with rose trees growing up the verandah posts. Most

miners, when they're doing well, make a garden. They take a pride in having a neat cottage and everything

about it shipshape. The ground, of course, didn't belong to him, but he held it by his miner's right. The title

Jim gave him his price and took everything, even to the bits of furniture. They weren't much, but a place

looks awful bare without them. The dog, and the cock and hens he bought too. He got some real nice things

in Turon tables, chairs, sofas, beds, and so on; and had the place lined and papered inside, quite swell.

Then he told Jeanie the house was ready, and the next week they were married. They were married in the

church that is, the iron building that did duty for one. It had all been carted up from Melbourne

framework, roof, seats, and all and put together at Turon. It didn't look so bad after it was painted, though

Here they were married, all square and regular, by the Scotch clergyman. He was the first minister of any

kind that came up to the diggings, and the men had all come to like him for his straightforward, earnest way

of preaching. Not that we went often, but a good few of us diggers went every now and then just to show our

respect for him; and so Jim said he'd be married by Mr. Mackenzie and no one else. Jeanie was a

Well, the church was chockfull. There never was such a congregation before. Lots of people had come to

know Jim on the diggings, and more had heard of him as a straightgoing, goodlooking digger, who was free

with his money and pretty lucky. As for Jeanie, there was a report that she was the prettiest girl in Melbourne,

and something of that sort, and so they all tried to get a look at her. Certainly, though there had been a good

many marriages since we had come to the Turon, the church had never held a handsomer couple. Jeanie was

quietly dressed in plain white silk. She had on a veil; no ornaments of any kind or sorts. It was a warmish

day, and there was a sort of peachblossom colour on her cheeks that looked as delicate as if a breath of air

would blow it away. When she came in and saw the crowd of bronze bearded faces and hundreds of strange

eyes bent on her, she turned quite pale. Then the flush came back on her face, and her eyes looked as bright

as some of the sapphires we used to pick up now and then out of the river bed. Her hair was twisted up in a

knot behind; but even that didn't hide the lovely colour nor what a lot there was of it. As she came in with her

slight figure and modest sweet face that turned up to Jim's like a child's, there was a sort of hum in the church

Jim certainly was a big upstanding chap, strong built but active with it, and as fine a figure of a man as you'd

see on the Turon or any other place. He stood about six feet and an inch, and was as straight as a rush. There

was no stiffness about him either. He was broadshouldered and light flanked, quick on his pins, and as good

a man all round with his hands as you could pick out of the regular prize ring. He was as strong as a

bullock, and just as good at the end of a day as at the start. With the work we'd had for the last five or six

months we were all in top condition, as hard as a board and fit to work at any pace for twentyfour hours on

end. He had an open, merry, laughing face, had Jim, with straight features and darkish hair and eyes. Nobody

could ever keep angry with Jim. He was one of those kind of men that could fight to some purpose now and

Besides the miners, there were lots of other people in church who had heard of the wedding and come to see

us. I saw Starlight and the two Honourables, dressed up as usual, besides the Commissioner and the camp

officers; and more than that, the new Inspector of Police, who'd only arrived the day before. Sir Ferdinand

Morringer, even he was there, dividing the people's attention with the bride. Besides that, who should I see

but Bella and Maddie Barnes and old Jonathan. They'd ridden into the Turon, for they'd got their riding habits

on, and Bella had the watch and chain Starlight had given her. I saw her look over to where he and the other

two were, but she didn't know him again a bit in the world. He was sitting there looking as if he was bored

and tired with the whole thing hadn't seen a soul in the church before, and didn't want to see 'em again.

I saw Maddie Barnes looking with all her eyes at Jim, while her face grew paler. She hadn't much colour at

the best of times, but she was a finegrown, lissom, goodlooking girl for all that, and as full of fun and

games as she could stick. Her eyes seemed to get bigger and darker as she looked, and when the parson began

to read the service she turned away her head. I always thought she was rather soft on Jim, and now I saw it

plain enough. He was one of those rattling, jolly kind of fellows that can't help being friendly with every girl

he meets, and very seldom cares much for any one in particular. He had been backward and forward a good

deal with father before we got clear of Berrima, and that's how poor Maddie had come to take the fancy so

It must be hard lines for a woman to stand by, in a church or anywhere else, and see the man she loves given

away, for good and all, buckled hard and fast to another woman. Nobody took much notice of poor Maddie,

but I watched her pretty close, and saw the tears come into her eyes, though she let 'em run down her face

before she'd pull out her handkerchief. Then she put up her veil and held up her head with a bit of a toss, and

I saw her pride had helped her to bear it. I don't suppose anybody else saw her, and if they did they'd only

think she was cryin' for company as women often do at weddings and all kinds of things. But I knew

better. She wouldn't peach, poor thing! Still, I saw that more than one or two knew who we were and all

We'd only just heard that the new Inspector of Police had come on to the field; so of course everybody began

to talk about him and wanted to have a look at him. Next to the Commissioner and the P.M., the Inspector of

Police is the biggest man in a country town or on a goldfield. He has a tremendous lot of power, and, inside

of the law, can do pretty much what he pleases. He can arrest a man on suspicion and keep him in gaol for a

month or two. He can have him remanded from time to time for further evidence, and make it pretty hot for

him generally. He can let him out when he proves innocent, and nobody can do anything. All he has to say is:

`There was a mistake in the man's identity;' or, `Not sufficient proof.' Anything of that sort. He can walk up to

any man he likes (or dislikes) and tell him to hold up his hands for the handcuffs, and shoot him if he resists.

He has servants to wait on him, and orderly troopers to ride behind him; a handsome uniform like a cavalry

officer; and if he's a smart, soldierly, goodlooking fellow, as he very often is, he's run after a good deal and

can hold his head as high as he pleases. There's a bit of risk sometimes in apprehending desperate ahem!

bad characters, and with bushrangers and people of that sort, but nothing more than any young fellow of

spirit would like mixed up with his work. Very often they're men of good family in the old country that have

found nothing to do in this, and have taken to the police. When it was known that this Ferdinand Morringer

was a real baronet and had been an officer in the Guards, you may guess how the flood of goldfields' talk rose

and flowed and foamed all round him. It was Sir Ferdinand this and Sir Ferdinand that wherever you went.

He was going to lodge at the Royal. No, of course he was going to stay at the camp! He was married and had

three children. Not a bit of it; he was a bachelor, and he was going to be married to Miss Ingersoll, the

daughter of the bank manager of the Bank of New Holland. They'd met abroad. He was a tall, finelooking

man. Not at all, only middlesized; hadn't old Major Trenck, the superintendent of police, when he came to

enlist and said he had been in the Guards, growled out, `Too short for the Guards!'

`Well, anyhow there's a something about him. Nobody can deny he looks like a gentleman; my word, he'll put

some of these Weddin Mountain chaps thro' their facin's, you'll see,' says one miner.

`Not he,' says another; `not if he was ten baronites in one; all the same, he's a manlylooking chap and shows

This was the sort of talk we used to hear all round us from the miners, from the storekeepers, from the

mixed mob at the Prospectors' Arms, in the big room at night, and generally all about. We said nothing, and

took care to keep quiet, and do and say nothing to be took hold of. All the same, we were glad to see Sir

Ferdinand. We'd heard of him before from Goring and the other troopers; but he'd been on duty in another

One evening we were all sitting smoking and yarning in the big room of the hotel, and Jim, for a wonder

we'd been washing up when we saw one of the camp gentlemen come in, and a strange officer of police

with him. A sort of whisper ran through the room, and everybody made up their minds it was Sir Ferdinand.

`Waal!' said one of our Yankee friends, `what 'yur twistin' your necks at like a flock of geese in a corn

`He's a bit different, somehow,' I says. `We're not goin' to kneel down or knuckle under to him, but he don't

`He's no slouch, and he looks yer square and full in the eye, like a hunter,' says Arizona Bill; `but durn my old

buckskins if I can see why you Britishers sets up idols and such and worship 'em, in a colony, jest's if yer was

We didn't say any more. Jim lit his pipe and smoked away, thinking, perhaps, more whether Sir Ferdinand

was anything of a revolver shot, and if he was likely to hit him (Jim) at forty or fifty yards, in case such a

While we were talking we saw Starlight and one of the Honourables come in and sit down close by Sir

Ferdinand, who was taking his grog at a small table, and smoking a big cigar. The Honourable and he jumps

up at once and shook hands in such a hurry so as we knew they'd met before. Then the Honourable introduces

Starlight to Sir Ferdinand. We felt too queer to laugh, Jim and I, else we should have dropped off our seats

when Starlight bowed as grave as a judge, and Sir Ferdinand (we could hear) asked him how many months

Starlight said it wasn't at all a bad place when you got used to it, but he thought he should try and get away

We couldn't help sniggerin' a bit at this, 'specially when Arizona Bill said, `Thar's another durned fool of a

Britisher; look at his eyeglass! I wonder the field has not shaken some of that cussed foolishness out of him

Jim and his wife moved over to the cottage in Specimen Gully; the miners went back to their work, and there

was no more talk or bother about the matter. Something always happened every day at the Turon which

wiped the last thing clean out of people's mind. Either it was a big nugget, or a new reef, or a tent robbery, a

goldbuyer stuck up and robbed in the Ironbarks, a horsestealing match, a fight at a dancehouse, or a big

law case. Accidents and offences happened every day, and any of them was enough to take up the whole

Not that we troubled our heads over much about things of this sort. We had set our minds to go on until our

claims were worked out, or close up; then to sell out, and with the lot we'd already banked to get down to

Melbourne and clear out. Should we ever be able to manage that? It seemed getting nearer, nearer, like a star

that a man fixes his eyes on as he rides through a lonely bit of forest at night. We had all got our eyes fixed

on it, Lord knows, and were working double tides, doing our very best to make up a pile worth while leaving

the country with. As for Jim, he and his little wife seemed that happy that he grudged every minute he spent

away from her. He worked as well as ever better, indeed, for he never took his mind from his piece of

work, whatever it was, for a second. But the very minute his shift was over Jim was away along the road to

Specimen Gully, like a cow going back to find her calf. He hardly stopped to light his pipe now, and we'd

only seen him once up town, and that was on a Saturday night with Jeanie on his arm.

Well, the weeks passed over, and at long last we got on as far in the year as the first week in December. We'd

given out that we might go somewhere to spend our Christmas. We were known to be pretty well in, and to

have worked steady all these months since the early part of the year. We had paid our way all the time, and

If we were digging up gold like potatoes we weren't the only ones. No, not by a lot. There never was a richer

patch of alluvial, I believe, in any of the fields, and the quantity that was sent down in one year was a caution.

Wasn't the cash scattered about then? Talk of money, it was like the dirt under your feet in one way,

We could see things getting worse on the field after a bit. We didn't set up to be any great shakes ourselves,

Jim and I; but we didn't want the field to be overrun by a set of scoundrels that were the very scum of the

earth, let alone the other colonies. We were afraid they'd go in for some big foolish row, and we should get

With the overflowing of the gold, as it were, came such a town and such a people to fill it, as no part of

Australia had ever seen before. When it got known by newspapers, and letters from the miners themselves to

their friends at home, what an enormous yield of gold was being dug out of the ground in such a simple

fashion, all the world seemed to be moving over. At that time nobody could tell a lie hardly about the

tremendous quantity that was being got and sent away every week. This was easy to know, because the escort

returns were printed in all the newspapers every week; so everybody could see for themselves what pounds

and hundredweights and tons yes, tons of gold were being got by men who very often, as like as not,

hadn't to dig above twenty or thirty feet for it, and had never handled a pick or a shovel in their lives before

There were plenty of good men at the diggings. I will say this for the regular miners, that a more manly,

straightgoing lot of fellows no man ever lived among. I wish we'd never known any worse. We were not what

might be called highly respectable people ourselves still, men like us are only halfandhalf bad, like a

good many more in this world. They're partly tempted into doing wrong by opportunity, and kept back by

circumstances from getting into the straight track afterwards. But on every goldfield there's scores and scores

of men that always hurry off there like crows and eagles to a carcass to see what they can rend and tear and

fatten upon. They ain't very particular whether it's the living or the dead, so as they can gorge their fill. There

was a good many of this lot at the Turon, and though the diggers gave them a wide berth, and helped to run

them down when they'd committed any crime, they couldn't be kept out of sight and society altogether.

We used to go up sometimes to see the gold escort start. It was one of the regular sights of the field, and the

miners that were off shift and people that hadn't much to do generally turned up on escort day. The gold was

taken down to Sydney once a week in a strong express waggon something like a Yankee coach, with

leather springs and a high driving seat; so that four horses could be harnessed. One of the police sergeants

generally drove, a trooper fully armed with rifle and revolver on the box beside him. In the back seat sat two

more troopers with their Sniders ready for action; two rode a hundred yards ahead, and another couple about

We always noticed that a good many of the sort of men that never seemed to do any digging and yet always

had good clothes and money to spend used to hang about when the escort was starting. People in the crowd

'most always knew whether it was a `big' escort or a `light' one. It generally leaked out how many ounces had

been sent by this bank and how much by that; how much had come from the camp, for the diggers who did

not choose to sell to the banks were allowed to deposit their gold with an officer at the camp, where it was

carefully weighed, and a receipt given to them stating the number of ounces, pennyweights, and grains. Then

it was forwarded by the escort, deducting a small percentage for the carriage and safe keeping. Government

did not take all the risk upon itself. The miner must run his chance if he did not sell. But the chance was

thought good enough; the other thing was hardly worth talking about. Who was to be game to stick up the

Government escort, with eight police troopers, all well armed and ready to make a fight to the death before

they gave up the treasure committed to their charge? The police couldn't catch all the horsestealers and

bushrangers in a country that contained so many millions of acres of waste land; but no one doubted that

they would make a firstrate fight, on their own ground as it were, and before they'd let anything be taken

away from them that had been counted out, box by box, and given into their charge.

We had as little notion of trying anything of the sort ourselves than as we had of breaking into the Treasury in

Sydney by night. But those who knew used to say that if the miners had known the past history of some of

the men that used to stand up and look on, well dressed or in regular digger rig, as the gold boxes were being

brought out and counted into the escort drag, they would have made a bodyguard to go with it themselves

when they had gold on board, or have worried the Government into sending twenty troopers in charge instead

One day, as Jim and I happened to be at the camp just as the escort was starting, the only time we'd been

there for a month, we saw Warrigal and Moran standing about. They didn't see us; we were among a lot of

They were there for no good, we agreed. Warrigal's sharp eyes noted everything about the whole turnout

the sergeant's face that drove, the way the gold boxes were counted out and put in a kind of fixed locker

underneath the middle of the coach. He saw where the troopers sat before and behind, and I'll be bound came

away with a wonderful good general idea of how the escort travelled, and of a good many things more about

it that nobody guessed at. As for Moran, we could see him fix his eyes upon the sergeant who was driving,

and look at him as if he could look right through him. He never took his eyes off him the whole time, but

glared at him like a maniac; if some of his people hadn't given him a shove as they passed he would soon

have attracted people's attention. But the crowd was too busy looking at the wellconditioned prancing horses

and the neatly got up troopers of the escort drag to waste their thoughts upon a common bushman, however

he might stare. When he turned away to leave he ground out a redhot curse betwixt his teeth. It made us

They slipped through the crowd again, and, though they were pretty close, they never saw us. Warrigal would

have known us however we might have been altered, but somehow he never turned his head our way. He was

like a child, so taken up with all the things he saw that his greatgrandfather might have jumped up from the

Fish River Caves, or wherever he takes his rest, and Warrigal would never have wondered at him.

`That's a queer start!' says Jim, as we walked on our homeward path. `I wonder what those two crawling,

dingolooking beggars were here for? Never no good. I say, did you see that fellow Moran look at the

sergeant as if he'd eat him? What eyes he has, for all the world like a black snake! Do you think he's got any

`Not more than on all police. I suppose he'd rub them out, every mother's son, if he could. He and Warrigal

We managed to get a letter from home from time to time now we'd settled, as it were, at the Turon. Of course

they had to be sent in the name of Henderson, but we called for them at the postoffice, and got them all

right. It was a treat to read Aileen's letters now. They were so jolly and hopefullike besides what they used

to be. Now that we'd been so long, it seemed years, at the diggings, and were working hard, doing well, and

getting quite settled, as she said, she believed that all would go right, and that we should be able really to

carry out our plans of getting clear away to some country where we could live safe and quiet lives. Women

are mostly like that. They first of all believe all that they're afraid of will happen. Then, as soon as they see

things brighten up a bit, they're as sure as fate everything's bound to go right. They don't seem to have any

kind of feeling between. They hate making up their minds, most of 'em as I've known, and jump from being

ready to drown themselves one moment to being likely to go mad with joy another. Anyhow you take 'em,

So Aileen used to send me and Jim long letters now, telling us that things were better at home, and that she

really thought mother was cheerfuller and stronger in health than she'd been ever since well, ever since

that had happened. She thought her prayers had been heard, and that we were going to be forgiven for our

sins and allowed, by God's mercy, to lead a new life. She quite believed in our leaving the country, although

her heart would be nearly broken by the thought that she might never see us again, and a lot more of the same

Poor mother! she had a hard time of it if ever any one ever had in this world, and none of it her own fault as I

could ever see. Some people gets punished in this world for the sins other people commit. I can see that fast

enough. Whether they get it made up to 'em afterwards, of course I can't say. They ought to, anyhow, if it can

be made up to 'em. Some things that are suffered in this world can't be paid for, I don't care how they fix it.

More than once, too, there was a line or two on a scrap of paper slipped in Aileen's letters from Gracey

Storefield. She wasn't half as good with the pen as Aileen, but a few words from the woman you love goes a

long way, no matter what sort of a fist she writes. Gracey made shift to tell me she was so proud to hear I was

doing well; that Aileen's eyes had been twice as bright lately; that mother looked better than she'd seen her

this years; and if I could get away to any other country she'd meet me in Melbourne, and would be, as she'd

When I read this I felt a different man. I stood up and took an oath solemn, mind you, and I intended to

keep it that if I got clear away I'd pay her for her love and true heart with my life, what was left of it, and

I'd never do another crooked thing as long as I lived. Then I began to count the days to Christmas.

I wasn't married like Jim, and it not being very lively in the tent at night, Arizona Bill and I mostly used to

stroll up to the Prospectors' Arms. We'd got used to sitting at the little table, drinking our beer or what not,

smoking our pipes and listening to all the fun that was going on. Not that we always sat in the big hall. There

was a snug little parlour beside the bar that we found more comfortable, and Kate used to run in herself when

business was slack enough to leave the barmaid; then she'd sit down and have a good solid yarn with us.

She made a regular old friend of me, and, as she was a handsome woman, always well dressed, with lots to

say and plenty of admirers, I wasn't above being singled out and made much of. It was partly policy, of

course. She knew our secret, and it wouldn't have done to have let her let it out or be bad friends, so that we

should be always going in dread of it. So Jim and I were always mighty civil to her, and I really thought she'd

improved a lot lately and turned out a much nicer woman than I thought she could be.

We used to talk away about old times, regular confidential, and though she'd great spirits generally, she used

to change quite sudden sometimes and say she was a miserable woman, and wished she hadn't been in such a

hurry and married as she had. Then she'd crack up Jeanie, and say how true and constant she'd been, and how

she was rewarded for it by marrying the only man she ever loved. She used to blame her temper; she'd always

had it, she said, and couldn't get rid of it; but she really believed, if things had turned out different, she'd have

been a different woman, and any man she really loved would never have had no call to complain. Of course I

knew what all this meant, but thought I could steer clear of coming to grief over it.

That was where I made the mistake. But I didn't think so then, or how much hung upon careless words and

Well, somehow or other she wormed it out of me that we were off somewhere at Christmas. Then she never

rested till she'd found out that we were going to Melbourne. After that she seemed as if she'd changed right

away into somebody else. She was that fair and softspeaking and humbleminded that Jeanie couldn't have

been more gentle in her ways; and she used to look at me from time to time as if her heart was breaking. I

One night, after we'd left about twelve o'clock, just as the house shut up, Arizona Bill says to me

`Say, pard, have yer fixed it up to take that young woman along when you pull up stakes?'

`No,' I said; `isn't she a married woman? and, besides, I haven't such a fancy for her as all that comes to.'

`Ye heven't?' he said, speaking very low, as he always did, and taking the cigar out of his mouth Bill

always smoked cigars when he could get them, and not very cheap ones either; `well, then, I surmise you're

lettin' her think quite contrairy, and there's bound to be a muss if you don't hide your tracks and strike a trail

`See here, now,' he said; `you hev two cl'ar weeks afore ye. You slack off and go slow; that'll let her see you

`Sartin,' says Bill, `and hev the shootin' over right away. It's a plaguey sight safer than letting her carry it in

her mind, and then laying for yer some day when ye heven't nary thought of Injuns in your head. That's the

very time a woman like her's bound to close on yer and lift yer ha'r if she can.'

`I've been smokin', pard, while you hev bin talkin', sorter careless like. I've had my eyes open and seen Injun

sign mor'n once or twice either. I've hunted with her tribe afore, I guess, and old Bill ain't forgot all the

After this Bill fresh lit his cigar, and wouldn't say any more. But I could see what he was driving at, and I

settled to try all I knew to keep everything right and square till the time came for us to make our dart.

I managed to have a quiet talk with Starlight. He thought that by taking care, being very friendly, but not too

much so, we might get clean off, without Kate or any one else being much the wiser.

Next week everything seemed to go on wheels smooth and fast, no hitches anywhere. Jim reckoned the

best of our claim would be worked out by the 20th of the month, and we'd as good as agreed to sell our shares

to Arizona Bill and his mate, who were ready, as Bill said, `to plank down considerable dollars' for what

remained of it. If they got nothing worth while, it was the fortune of war, which a digger never growls at, no

matter how hard hit he may be. If they did well, they were such up and down good fellows, and such real

As for Jeanie, she was almost out of her mind with eagerness to get back to Melbourne and away from the

diggings. She was afraid of many of the people she saw, and didn't like others. She was terrified all the time

Jim was away from her, but she would not hear of living at the Prospectors' Arms with her sister.

`I know where that sort of thing leads to,' she said; `let us have our own home, however rough.'

Kate went out to Specimen Gully to see her sister pretty often, and they sat and talked and laughed, just as

they did in old times, Jeanie said. She was a simple little thing, and her heart was as pure as quartz crystal. I

do really believe she was no match for Kate in any way. So the days went on. I didn't dare stay away from the

Prospectors' Arms, for fear she'd think I wanted to break with her altogether, and yet I was never altogether

comfortable in her company. It wasn't her fault, for she laid herself out to get round us all, even old Arizona

Bill, who used to sit solemnly smoking, looking like an Indian chief or a graven image, until at last his

brickcoloured, grizzled old face would break up all of a sudden, and he'd laugh like a youngster. As the days

drew nigh Christmas I could see a restless expression in her face that I never saw before. Her eyes began to

shine in a strange way, and sometimes she'd break off short in her talk and run out of the room. Then she'd

pretend to wish we were gone, and that she'd never seen us again. I could hardly tell what to make of her, and

many a time I wished we were on blue water and clear away from all chance of delay and drawback.

We made up our minds to start by Saturday's coach. It left at night and travelled nigh a hundred miles by the

same hour next morning. It's more convenient for getting away than the morning. A chap has time for doing

all kinds of things just as he would like; besides, a quieter time to slope than just after breakfast. The Turon

daily mail was well horsed and well driven. Nightwork though it was, and the roads dangerous in places, the

five big doublereflector lamps, one high up over the top of the coach in the middle with two pair more at the

side, made everything plain. We Cornstalks never thought of more than the regular pair of lamps, pretty low

down, too, before the Yankee came and showed us what crosscountry coaching was. We never knew before.

My word, they taught us a trick or two. All about riding came natural, but a heap of dodges about harness we

We'd made all our bits of preparations, and thought nothing stood in the way of a start next evening. This was

Friday. Jim hadn't sold his bits of traps, because he didn't want it to be known he wasn't coming back. He left

word with a friend he could trust, though, to have 'em all auctioned and the goodwill of his cottage, and to

send the money after him. My share and his in the claim went to Arizona Bill and his mate. We had no call to

be ashamed of the money that stood to our credit in the bank. That we intended to draw out, and take with us

in an order or a draft, or something, to Melbourne. Jeanie had her boxes packed, and was so wild with

looking forward to seeing St. Kilda beach again that she could hardly sleep or eat as the time drew near.

Friday night came; everything had been settled. It was the last night we should either of us spend at the Turon

for many a day perhaps never. I walked up and down the streets, smoking, and thinking it all over. The

idea of bed was ridiculous. How wonderful it all seemed! After what we had gone through and the state we

were in less than a year ago, to think that we were within so little of being clear away and safe for ever in

another country, with as much as would keep us comfortable for life. I could see Gracey, Aileen, and Jeanie,

all so peaceful and loving together, with poor old mother, who had lost her old trick of listening and

trembling whenever she heard a strange step or the tread of a horse. What a glorious state of things it would

be! A deal of it was owing to the gold. This wonderful gold! But for it we shouldn't have had such a chance in

a hundred years. I was that restless I couldn't settle, when I thought, all of a sudden, as I walked up and down,

that I had promised to go and say goodbye to Kate Mullockson, at the Prospectors' Arms, the night before

we started. I thought for a moment whether it would be safer to let it alone. I had a strange, unwilling kind of

feeling about going there again; but at last, half not knowing what else to do, and half not caring to make an

It was latish. She was standing near the bar, talking to halfadozen people at once, as usual; but I saw she

noticed me at once. She quickly drew off a bit from them all; said it was near shuttingup time, and, after a

while, passed through the bar into the little parlour where I was sitting down. It was just midnight. The night

was half over before I thought of coming in. So when she came in and seated herself near me on the sofa I

heard the clock strike twelve, and most of the men who were walking about the hall began to clear out.

Somehow, when you've been living at a place for a goodish while, and done well there, and had friends as has

stuck by you, as we had at the Turon, you feel sorry to leave it. What you've done you're sure of, no matter

how it mayn't suit you in some ways, nor how much better you expect to be off where you are going to. You

had that and had the good of it. What the coming time may bring you can't reckon on. All kinds of cross luck

and accidents may happen. What's the use of money to a man if he smashes his hip and has to walk with a

crutch all his days? I've seen a miner with a thousand a month coming in, but he'd been crushed pretty near to

death with a fall of earth, and about half of him was dead. What's a good dinner to a man that his doctor only

allows him one slice of meat, a bit of bread, and some toast and water? I've seen chaps like them, and I'd

sooner a deal be the poorest splitter, slogging away with a heavy maul, and able, mind you, to swing it like a

man, than one of those brokendown screws. We'd had a good time there, Jim and I. We always had a kind

spot in our hearts for Turon and the diggings afterwards. Hard work, high pay, good friends that would stick

to a man back and edge, and a safe country to lie in plant in as ever was seen. We was both middlin' sorry, in

a manner of speaking, to clear out. Not as Jim said much about it on account of Jeanie; but he thought it all

Well, of course, Kate and I got talkin' and talkin', first about the diggings, and then about other things, till we

got to old times in Melbourne, and she began to look miserable and miserabler whenever she spoke about

marrying the old man, and wished she'd drownded herself first. She made me take a whisky a stiffish one

that she mixed herself for a parting glass, and I felt it took a bit of effect upon me. I'd been having my

whack during the day. I wasn't no ways drunk; but I must have been touched more or less, because I felt

`You're going at last, Dick,' says she; `and I suppose we shan't meet again in a hurry. It was something to

have a look at you now and then. It reminded me of the happy old times at St. Kilda.'

`Oh, come, Kate,' I said, `it isn't quite so bad as all that. Besides, we'll be back again in February, as like as

`Are you telling me the truth, Richard Marston?' says she, standing up and fixing her eyes full on me fine

eyes they were, too, in their way; `or are you trying another deceit, to throw me off the scent and get rid of

`A friendly face is always pleasant. Anyhow, Kate, yours is, though you did play me a sharpish trick once,

`Tell me this,' she said, leaning forward, and putting one hand on my shoulder, while she seemed to look

through the very soul of me her face grew deadly pale, and her lips trembled, as I'd seen them do once

before when she was regular beyond herself `will you take me with you when you go for good and all?

I'm ready to follow you round the world. Don't be afraid of my temper. No woman that ever lived ever did

more for the man she loved than I'll do for you. If Jeanie's good to Jim and you know she is I'll be

twice the woman to you, or I'll die for it. Don't speak!' she went on; `I know I threw you over once. I was mad

with rage and shame. You know I had cause, hadn't I, Dick? You know I had. To spite you, I threw away my

own life then; now it's a misery and a torment to me every day I live. I can bear it no longer, I tell you. It's

killing me killing me day by day. Only say the word, and I'll join you in Melbourne within the week to

I didn't think there was that much of the loving nature about her. She used to vex me by being hard and

uncertain when we were courting. I knew then she cared about me, and I hadn't a thought about any other

woman. Now when I didn't ask her to bother herself about me, and only to let me alone and go her own way,

she must turn the tables on me, and want to ruin the pair of us slap over again.

She'd thrown her arms round my neck and was sobbing on my shoulder when she finished. I took her over to

`Kate,' I said, `this won't do. There's neither rhyme nor reason about it. I'm as fond of you as ever I was, but

you must know well enough if you make a bolt of it now there'll be no end of a bobbery, and everybody's

thoughts will be turned our way. We'll be clean bowled the lot of us. Jim and I will be jugged. You and

Jeanie will be left to the mercy of the world, worse off by a precious sight than ever you were in your lives.

Now, if you look at it, what's the good of spoiling the whole jimbang for a fancy notion about me? You and I

are safe to be firstrate friends always, but it will be the ruin of both of us if we're fools enough to want to be

more. You're living here like a regular queen. You've got a good husband, that's proud of you and gives you

everything you can think of. You took him yourself, and you're bound to stick to him. Besides, think of poor

Jeanie and Jim. You'll spoil all their happiness; and, more than all don't make any mistake you know

If you let a woman have a regular good cry and talk herself out, you can mostly bring her round in the end. So

after a bit Kate grew more reasonable. That bit about Jeanie fetched her too. She knew her own sister would

turn against her not harsh like, but she'd never be the same to her again as long as she lived.

The lamp had been put out in the big hall. There was only one in this parlour, and it wasn't over bright. I

talked away, and last of all she came round to my way of thinking; at any rate not to want to clear off from

`You are right, Dick,' she said at last, `and you show your sense in talking the way you have; though, if you

loved as I do, you could not do it. But, once more, there's no other woman that you're fonder of than me? It

isn't that that makes you so good? Dick Marston good!' and here she laughed bitterly. `If I thought that I

What was I to do? I could not tell her that I loved Gracey Storefield ten times as much as I'd ever cheated

myself into thinking I cared about her. So I swore that I cared more for her than any woman in the whole

This steadied her. We parted good friends, and she promised to keep quiet and try and make the best of

things. She turned up the lamp to show me the way out, though the outer door of the hall was left open night

and day. It was a way we had at the Turon; no one troubled themselves to be particular about such trifles as

furniture and so on. There was very little small robbery there; it was not worth while. All petty stealers were

As I stood up to say goodbye a small note dropped out of my breastpocket. It had shifted somehow. Kate

always had an eye like a hawk. With one spring she pounced upon it, and before I could interfere opened and

read it! It was Gracey Storefield's. She stood for one moment and glared in my face. I thought she had gone

mad. Then she threw the bit of paper down and trampled upon it, over and over again.

`So, Dick Marston,' she cried out hoarsely, her very voice changed, `you have tricked me a second time! Your

own Gracey! your own Gracey! and this, by the date, at the very time you were letting me persuade myself,

like a fool, like an idiot that I was, that you still care for me! You have put the cap to your villainy now. And,

as God made me, you shall have cause good cause to fear the woman you have once betrayed and

She gazed at me for a moment with a face from which every trace of expression had vanished, except that of

the most devilish fury and spite the face of an evil spirit more than of a woman; and then she walked

slowly away. I couldn't help pitying her, though I cursed my own folly, as I had done a thousand times, that I

had ever turned my head or spoken a word to her when first she crossed my path. I got into the street

somehow; I hardly knew what to think or to do. That danger was close at our heels I didn't doubt for a

moment. Everything seemed changed in a minute. What was going to happen? Was I the same Dick Marston

that had been strolling up Main Street a couple of hours ago? All but off by the tomorrow evening's coach,

and with all the world before me, a good round sum in the bank; best part of a year's hard, honest work it was

Then all kinds of thoughts came into my head. Would Kate, when her burst of rage was over, go in for

revenge in cold blood? She could hardly strike me without at the same time hurting Jeanie through Jim.

Should I trust her? Would she come right, kiss, and make friends, and call herself a madwoman a reckless

fool as she'd often done before? No; she was in bitter earnest this time. It did not pay to be slack in

The first thing to do was to warn Jim poor old Jim, snoring away, most like, and dreaming of taking the

boxseat for himself and Jeanie at the agent's next morning. It seemed cruel to wake him, but it would have

I walked up the narrow track that led up to the little gully with the moon shining down upon the white quartz

rock. The pathway wound through a `blow' of it. I threw a pebble at the door and waited till Jim came out.

`Who's there? Oh! it's you, old man, is it? It's rather late for a call; but if you've come to spend the evening I'll

`You dress yourself, Jim,' I said, `as quick as you can. Put on your hat and come with me; there's something

`My God!' says Jim, `what is it? I'm a rank coward now I've got Jeanie. Don't go and tell me we've got to cut

We walked up the gully together. Jim lit his pipe while I told him shortly what had happened to me with

`May the devil fly away with her!' said Jim savagely, `for a badminded, badhearted jade; and then he'd

wish he'd left her where she was. She'd be no chopdown there even. I think sometimes she can't be Jeanie's

sister at all. They must have changed her, and mothered the wrong child on the old woman. My word! but it's

`There's no going away by the coach tomorrow, I'm afraid. She's just the woman to tear straight up the camp

and let it all out before her temper cooled. It would take a week to do that. The sergeant or Sir Ferdinand

`And must I leave without saying goodnight to Jeanie?' says Jim. `No, by ! If I have halfadozen

bullets through me, I'll go back and hold her in my arms once more before I'm hunted off and through the

country like a wild dog once more. If that infernal Kate has given us away, by George, I could go and kill her

with my own hand! The cruel, murdering, selfish brute, I believe she'd poison her mother for a tenpound

`No use swearing at Kate, Jim,' I said; `that won't mend matters. It's not the first time by a thousand that I've

wished I'd never set eyes on her; but if I'd never seen her that day on St. Kilda beach you'd never known

`Dashed if I know. I feel stupid about tackling the bush again; and what can I do with Jeanie? I wish I was

dead. I've half a mind to go and shoot that brute of a woman and then myself. But then, poor Jeanie! poor

I thought Jim was going to break out crying just as he used when he was a boy. His heart was a big soft one;

and though he could face anything in the way of work or fighting that a man dare do, and do two men's share

very like, yet his tears, mother said, laid very near his eyes, and till he was a grown man they used to pump

`Come, be a man, Jim,' I said, `we've got to look the thing in the face; there's no two ways about it. I shall go

to Arizona Bill's claim and see what he says. Anyhow I'll leave word with him what to do when we're gone.

I'd advise you not to try to see Jeanie; but if you will you must, I suppose. Goodbye, old man. I shall make

my way over to Jonathan's, borrow a horse from him, and make tracks for the Hollow as soon as I can. You'd

Jim groaned, but said nothing. He wrung my hands till the bones seemed to crack, and walked away without a

I walked on pretty quick till I came to the flat where Arizona Bill and his mates had their sluicing claim.

There were six of them altogether, tall wiry men all of them; they'd mostly been hunters and trappers in the

Rocky Mountains before the gold was struck at Suttor's Mill, in the Sacramento Valley. They had been

digging in '49 in California, but had come over when they heard from an old mate of a placer diggings at

This camp was half a mile from ours, and there was a bit of broken ground between, so that I thought I was

safe in having a word with them before I cleared for Barnes's place, though I took care not to go near our own

camp hut. I walked over, and was making straight for the smallest hut, when a rough voice hailed me.

`Hello! stranger, ye came darned near going to hl with your boots on. What did yer want agin that thar

I saw then that in my hurry I had gone stumbling against a small hut where they generally put their gold when

the party had been washing up and had more than was safe to start from camp with. In this they always put a

grizzled old hunter, about whom the yarn was that he never went to sleep, and could shoot anything a mile

off. It was thought a very unlikely thing that any gold he watched would ever go crooked. Most people

`Oh! it's you, is it?' drawled Sacramento Joe. `Why, what's doin' at yer old camp?'

`Wal, Bill and I seen three or four halfbaked vigilantes that call themselves police; they was a setting round

`Can't leave guard nohow,' says the true grit old hunter, pointing to his revolver, and dodging up and down

with his lame leg, a crooked arm, and a seam in his face like a terrible wound there some time or other. `I

darsn't leave guard. You'll find him in that centre tent, with the red flag on it.'

I lifted the canvas flap of the door and went in. Bill raised himself in the bed and looked at me quite coolly.

`I was to your location a while since,' he said. `Met some friends of yours there too. I didn't cotton to 'em

`So ye hev' bin a road agent. You and Jim, that darned innocent old cuss, robbing mails and cattle ranches. It

is a real scoop up for me, you bet. I'd heern of bushranging in Australia, but I never reckoned on their bein'

men like you and Jim. So the muchacha went back on yer snakes alive! I kinder expected it. I reckon

`Yes, Bill, sharp's the word. I want you to draw my money and Jim's out of the bank; it's all in my name.

There's the deposit receipt. I'll back it over to you. You give Jeanie what she wants, and send the rest when I

tell you. Will you do that for me, Bill? I've always been on the square with you and your mates.'

`You hev', boy, that I'll not deny, and I'll corral the dollars for you. It's an allfired muss that men like you

and Jim should have a black mark agin your record. A spry hunter Jim would have made. I'd laid out to have

`I'm off now. Jim's waited too long, I expect. One other thing; let Mr. Haughton, across the creek, have this

`What, the Honourable!!! Lawful heart! Wal, I hope ye may strike a better trail yet. Yer young, you and Jim,

`Go slow, then. Wait here; you'll want suthin, may be, on the peraira. If ye do, boy! Jim made good shootin'

He handed me a beautifully finished little repeating rifle, hardly heavier than a navy revolver, and a small bag

`Thar, that'll be company for ye, in case ye hev to draw a bead on the any one just temp'ry like. Our

horses is hobbled in Bates's clearing. Take my old sorrel if ye can catch him.' He stopped for a second and put

his hand in a listening fashion. His hunter's ear was quicker than mine. `Thar's a war party on the trail, I

reckon. It's a roughish crossing at Slatey Bar,' and he pointed towards the river, which we could plainly hear

rushing over a rocky bed. We shook hands, and as I turned down the steep river bank I saw him walk slowly

The line he pointed to was the one I fixed in my own mind to take long before our talk was over. The Turon,

always steepbanked, rocky in places, ran here under an awful high bluff of slate rock. The rushing water in

its narrow channel had worn away the rock a good deal, and left ledges or bars under which a deal of gold

had been found. Easy enough to cross here on a kind of natural ford. We had many a time walked over on

Sundays and holidays for a little kangarooshooting now and then. It was here Jim one day, when we were

all together for a ramble, surprised the Americans by his shooting with the little Ballard rifle.

As I crossed there was just moon enough to show the deep pools and the hurrying, tearing waters of the wild

river, foaming betwixt the big boulders and jags of rock which the bar was strewed with. In front the bank

rose 300 feet like the roof of a house, with great overhanging crags of slate rock, and a narrow track in and

out between. If I had light enough to find this and get to the top the country was terribly rough for a few

miles, with the darkness coming on I should be pretty well out of reach by daylight.

I had just struck the track when I heard voices and a horse's tramp on the other side of the river. They seemed

not to be sure whether I'd crossed or not, and were tracking up and down on each side of the bar. I breasted

the hill track faster than I had done for many a day, and when I got to the top stopped to listen, but could hear

nothing. The moon had dropped suddenly; the forest was as black as pitch. You couldn't see your hand before

I knew that I was safe now, if a hundred men were at my heels, till daybreak at any rate. I had the two sides

of the gully to guide me. I could manage to make to the farm where the sorrel was at grass with a lot of other

diggers' horses. If I could get a saddle and catch the old horse I could put many a mile between me and them

before sundown. I stood still when I reached the top of the bluff, partly to get breath and partly to take a last

Below lay the goldfield clearly marked out by hundreds of campfires that were still red and showed bright

in the darkened sky. The course of the river was marked by them, in and out, as most of the shallow diggings

had followed the river flats. Far back the fires glowed against the black forest, and just before the moon fell I

It was the very picture of what I'd read about an army in camp lines of tents and a crowd of men all spread

out over a bit of land hardly big enough for a flock of sheep. Now and then a dog would bark now a

Well, there they all were, tents and diggers, claims and windlasses, pumps and waterwheels. I had been

happy enough there, God knows; and perhaps I was looking at it all for the last time. As I turned and made

down the hill into the black forest that spread below me like the sea, I felt as if I was leaving everything that

was any good in life behind with the Turon lights, and being hunted once more, in spite of myself, into a

I got to Bates's paddocks about daylight, and went straight up to the hut where the man lived that looked after

it. Most of the diggers that cared about their horses paid for their grass in farmers' and squatters' paddocks,

though the price was pretty high. Old Bates, who had a bit of a good grassed flat, made a pretty fair thing out

of it by taking in horses at halfacrown a week apiece. As luck would have it, the man in charge knew me;

he'd seen me out with the Yankees one day, and saw I was a friend with them, and when I said I'd come for

Bill's sorrel he thought it likely enough, and got out the saddle and bridle. I tipped him well, and went off,

telling him I was going to Wattle Flat to look at a quartzcrushing plant that was for sale. I accounted for

coming up so early by saying I'd lost my road, and that I wanted to get to Wattle Flat sharp, as another chap

wished to buy the plant. I cut across the range, kept the sun on my right hand, and pushed on for Jonathan's. I

got there early, and it's well I did. I rode the sorrel hard, but I knew he was pretty tough, and I was able to pay

for him if I killed him. I trusted to leaving him at Jonathan's, and getting a fresh horse there. What with the

walk over the bluff and the forest, having no sleep the night before, and the bother and trouble of it all, I was

pretty well used up. I was real glad to see Jonathan's paddock fence and the old house we'd thought so little of

lately. It's wonderful how soon people rise grand notions and begin to get too big for their boots.

`Hello, Dick, what's up?' says Jonathan. `No swag, 'lasticside boots, flyaway tie, new rifle, old horse; looks

`I can't stop barneying,' I said. `Have you a decent horse to give me? The game's up. I must ride night and day

`No; but Billy the Boy's just rode up. I hear him atalkin' to the gals. He knows if anybody does. I'll take the

`All right; I'll go in and have some breakfast. It's as much as I dare stop at all now.'

`Why, Dick Marston, is that you? No, it can't be,' said both girls together. `Why, you look like a ghost. He

doesn't; he looks as if he'd been at a ball all night. Plenty of partners, Dick?'

`Never mind, Dick,' says Maddie; `go and make yourself comfortable in that room, and I'll have breakfast for

`If all our friends were as true as you, Maddie,' I said, rather downlike, `I shouldn't be here today.'

`Oh! that's it, is it?' says she; `we're only indebted to somebody's laying the traps on a woman of course

for your honour's company. Never mind, old man, I won't hit you when you're down. But, I say, you go

and have a yarn with Billy the Boy he's in the kitchen. I believe the young imp knows something, but he

While the steaks were frying and they smelt very good, bad as I felt I called out Master Billy and had a

talk with him. I handed him a note to begin with. It was money well spent, and, you mark my words, a

shilling spent in grog often buys a man twenty times the worth of it in information, let alone a pound.

Billy had grown a squarishset, middlesized chap; his hair wasn't so long, and his clothes were better; his

eye was as bright and boldlooking. As he stood tapping one of his boots with his whip, he looked for all the

`My colonial oath, Dick, you're quite the gentleman free with your money just the same as ever. You

takes after the old governor; he always paid well if you told him the truth. I remember him giving me a hidin'

when I was a kiddy for saying something I wasn't sure of. My word! I was that sore for a week after I couldn't

`Why, the p'leece grabbed him, of course. You fellers don't think you're going on for ever and ever, keepin'

the country in a state of terrorism, as the papers say. No, Dick, it's wrong and wicked and sinful. You'll have

Here the impudent young rascal looked in my face as bold as brass and burst out laughing. He certainly was

the cheekiest young scoundrel I ever came across. But in his own line you couldn't lick him.

`Jim's took,' he said, and he looked curiously over at me. `I seen the p'leece atakin' him across the country to

Bargo early this morning. There was poor old Jim alookin' as if he was goin' to be hanged, with a chap

leading the screw he was on, and Jim's long legs tied underneath. I was gatherin' cattle, I was. I drew some up

`Only two; and they're to pass through Bargo Brush about sundown tonight, or a bit earlier. I asked one of

And how the young villain laughed till the tears came into his eyes, while he danced about like a blackfellow.

`See here, Billy,' I said, `here's another pound for you, and there'll be a fiver after if you stick well to me

today. I won't let Jim be walked off to Berrima without a flutter to save him. It'll be the death of him. He's

`More fool he, Dick. What does a cross cove want with a wife? He can't never expect to do any good with a

wife follerin' of him about. I'm agin marrying, leastways as long as a chap's sound on his pins. But I'll stick to

you, Dick, and, what's more, I can take you a short cut to the brush, and we can wait in a gully and see the

traps come up. You have a snack and lie down for a bit. I seen you were done when you came up. I'll have the

`Not they. They split and took across towards the Mountain Hut, where you all camped with the horses. I

didn't see 'em; but I cut their tracks. Five shod horses. They might be here tomorrow.'

A bush telegraph ain't a bad thing. They're not all as good as Billy the Boy. But the worst of 'em, like a bad

A bush telegraph, you see, is mostly worked about the neighbourhood he was born in. He's not much good

anywhere else. He's like a blackfellow outside of his own `tauri'. He's at sea. But within twenty or thirty miles

of where he was born and bred he knows every track, every range, every hill, every creek, as well as all the

short cuts and byroads. He can bring you miles shorter than any one that only follows the road. He can

mostly track like a blackfellow, and tell you whether the cattle or horses which he sees the tracks of are

belonging to his country or are strangers. He can get you a fresh horse on a pinch, night or day, for he knows

everybody's paddocks and yards, as well as the number, looks, pace, and pluck of everybody's riding horses

of many of which he has `taken a turn' out of that is, ridden them hard and far, and returned them

during the night. Of course he can be fined even imprisoned for this when he is caught in the act.

Herein lies the difficulty. I felt like another man after a wash, a nip, and a real good meal, with the two girls

`Do you know,' says Bella, `it half serves you right. Not that that Port Phillip woman was right to peach. She

ought to have had her tongue torn out first, let alone go openmouthed at it. But mightn't you have come

down here from the Turon on Sundays and holidays now and then, and had a yarn with us all?'

`Of course we ought, and we deserve to be kicked the lot of us; but there were good reasons why we didn't

like to. We were regularly boxed up with the diggers, nobody knew who we were, or where we came from,

and only for this Jezebel never would have known. If we'd come here they'd have all dropped that we were

`Well, I'm glad you've lost your characters,' says Maddie. `You won't have to be so particular now, and you

can come as often as Sir Ferdinand will let you. Goodbye. Billy's waving his hat.'

It wasn't long before I was in the saddle and off again. I'd made a bit of a bargain with Jonathan, who sold me

a pair of riding boots, butcher's, and a big tweed poncho. The boots were easier to take a long rough ride in

than trousers, and I wanted the poncho to keep the Ballard rifle under. It wouldn't do to have it in your hand

As we rode along I settled upon the way I'd try and set poor Jim free. Bad off as I was myself I couldn't bear

to see him chained up, and knew that he was going for years and years to a place more wicked and miserable

After riding twenty miles the sun was getting low, when Billy pointed to a trail which came broad ways

`Here they are p'leece, and no mistake. Here's their horses' tracks right enough. Here's the prisoner's horse,

see how he stumbled? and this road they're bound to go till they cross the Stony point, and get into Bargo

We had plenty of time by crossing a range and running a blind creek down to be near the place where the

troopers must pass as they crossed the main creek. We tied up the horses a hundred yards' distance behind us

How was it to be done? I could depend on the rifle carrying true at short ranges; but I didn't like the notion of

firing at a man behind his back, like. I hardly knew what to do, when all of a sudden two policemen showed

One man was a bit in front riding a fine horse, too. The next one had a led horse, on which rode poor old

Jim, looking as if he was going to be hanged that day, as Billy said, though I knew well he wasn't thinking

about himself. I don't believe Jim ever looked miserable for so long since he was born. Whatever happened to

him before he'd have a cry or a fight, and it would be over. But now his poor old face looked that wretched

and miserable, as if he'd never smile again as long as he lived. He didn't seem to care where they took him;

When I saw that, my mind was made up. I couldn't let them take him away to his death. I could see he

wouldn't live a month. He'd go fretting his life about Jeanie, and after the free life he'd always led he'd fall

sick like the blacks when they're shut up, and die without any reason but because a wild bird won't live in a

So I took aim and waited till they were just crossing the creek into the forest. The leading man was just riding

up the bank, and the one that led Jim's horse was on the bit of a sand bed that the water had brought down. He

was the least bit ahead of Jim, when I pulled trigger, and sent a ball into him, just under the collarbone. I

fired high on purpose. He drops off his saddle like a dead man. The next minute Billy the Boy raises the most

awful corroboree of screams and howls, enough for a whole gang of bushrangers, if they went in for that

sort of thing. He emptied four chambers of his revolver at the leading trooper right away, and I fired at his

horse. The constable never doubted the attack was so sudden and savage like but there was a party of

men hid in the brush. Billy's shots had whistled round him, and mine had nearly dropped his horse, so he

thought it no shame to make a bolt and leave his mate, as seemed very bad hit, in our hands.

His horse's handgallop growed fainter and fainter in the distance, and then we unbound poor Jim, set his feet

at liberty, and managed to dispose of the handcuffs. Jim's face began to look more cheerful, but he was down

in the mouth again when he saw the wounded man. He began at once to do all he could for him. We stopped a

Jim propped up the poor chap, whose lifeblood was flowing red through the bullethole, and made him as

comfortable as he could. `I must take your horse, mate,' he says; `but you know it's only the fortune of war. A

man must look after himself. Some one'll come along the road soon.' He mounted the trooper's horse, and we

slipped through the trees it was getting dark now till we came to our horses. Then we all rode off

together. We took Billy the Boy with us until he put us on to a road that led us into the country that we knew.

We could make our own way from there, and so we sent off our scout, telling him to ride to the nearest

township and say he'd seen a trooper lying badly wounded by the Bargo Brush roadside. The sooner he was

Jim brightened up considerably after this. He told me how he'd gone back to say goodbye to Jeanie how

the poor girl went into fits, and he couldn't leave her. By the time she got better the cottage was surrounded

by police; there was no use being shot down without a chance, so he gave himself up.

`My word, Dick,' he said, `I wished for a barebacked horse, and a deep gully, then; but it wasn't to be. There

was no horse handy, and I'd only have been carried into my own place a dead man and frightened the life out

`You're worth a dozen dead men yet, Jim,' I said. `Keep up your pecker, old man. We'll get across to the

Hollow some time within the next twentyfour hours, and there we'll be safe anyhow. They can't touch

Jeanie, you know; and you're not short of what cash she'll want to keep her till this blows over a bit.'

`And what am I to do all the time?' he says so pitiful like. `We're that fond of one another, Dick, that I

couldn't hardly bear her out of my sight, and now I'll be months and months and months without a look at her

pretty face, where I've never seen anything yet but love and kindness. Too good for me she always was; and

what have I brought her to? My God! Dick, I wish you'd shot me instead of the constable, poor devil!'

`Well, you wasn't very far apart,' I says, chaffing like. `If that old horse they put you on had bobbed forward

level with him you'd have got plugged instead. But it's no use giving in, Jim. We must stand up to our fight

We rattled on then without speaking, and never cried crack till we got to Nulla Mountain, where we knew we

were pretty safe not to be followed up. We took it easier then, and stopped to eat a bit of bread and meat the

girls had put up for me at Jonathan's. I'd never thought of it before. When I took the parcel out of the pocket

of my poncho I thought it felt deuced heavy, and there, sure enough, was one of those shilling flasks of

Brandy ain't a good thing at all times and seasons, and I've seen more than one man, or a dozen either, that

might just as well have sawed away at their throats with a blunt knife as put the first glass to their lips. But

we was both hungry, thirsty, tired, miserable, and pretty well done and beaten, though we hadn't had time to

think about it. That drop of brandy seemed as if it had saved our lives. I never forgot it, nor poor Maddie

Barnes for thinking of it for me. And I did live to do her a good turn back much as there's been said again

It was a long way into the night, and not far from daylight either, when we stumbled up to the cave dead

beat, horses and men both. We'd two minds to camp on the mountain, but we might have been followed up,

hard as we'd ridden, and we didn't like to throw a chance away. We didn't want the old man to laugh at us,

and we didn't want to do any more time in Berrima not now, anyhow. We'd been living too gay and free a

So we thought we'd make one job of it, and get right through, if we had to sleep for a week after it. It would

After we'd got down the mountain and on the flat land of the valley it rested our feet a bit, that was pretty

nigh cut to pieces with the rocks. Our horses were that done we dursn't ride 'em for hours before. As we came

close, out walks old Crib, and smells at us. He knew us in a minute, and jumped up and began to try and lick

Jim's hand: the old story. He just gave one sort of sniff at me, as much as to say, `Oh! it's you, is it?' Then he

actually gave a kind of halfbark. I don't believe he'd barked for years, such a queer noise it was. Anyhow, it

woke up dad, and he came out pretty sharp with a revolver in his hand. As soon as he saw the old dog

walking alongside of us he knew it was right, and begins to feel for his pipe. First thing father always did as

soon as any work or fighting or talking was over was to get out his pipe and light it. He didn't seem the same

`So you've found your way back again, have ye?' he says. `Why, I thought you was all on your way to

Californy by this time. Ain't this Christmas week? Why, I was expecting to come over to Ameriky myself one

Jim was standing by, sayin' nothing, while I was taking off the saddles and bridles and letting the horses go,

when all of a sudden he gives a lurch forward, and if the old man hadn't laid hold of him in his strong arms

and propped him up he'd have gone down face foremost like a girl in a dead faint.

`What's up with him, Dick?' says father, rather quick, almost as if he was fond of him, and had some natural

`Yes; not at him, though. Tell you all about it in the morning. He's eaten nothing, and we've been travelling

`Hold him up while I fetch out the pannikin. There's plenty of grub inside. He'll be all right after a sleep.'

A drop of rum and water brought him to, and after that we made ourselves a cup of tea and turned in. The sun

was pretty high when I woke. When I looked out there was the old man sitting on the log by the fire,

smoking. What was a deal more curious, I saw the halfcaste, Warrigal, coming up from the flat, leading a

horse and carrying a pair of hobbles. Something made me look over to a particular corner where Starlight

always slept when he was at the Hollow. Sure enough there was the figure of a man rolled up in a cloak. I

knew by the way his boots and things were thrown about that it could be no other than Starlight.

I'd settled in my mind that it couldn't be any one else, when he sat up, yawned, and looked round as if he had

`Ha! Richard, here we are again! "Feeds the boar in the old frank?" The governor told me you and Jim had

made back. Dreadful bore, isn't it? Just when we'd all rubbed off the rust of our bush life and were getting

civilised. I feel very seriously illtreated, I assure you. I have a great mind to apply to the Government for

compensation. That's the worst of these new inspectors, they are so infernally zealous.'

`You were too many for them, it seems. I half thought you might have been nailed. How the deuce did you

`The faithful Warrigal, as usual, gave me timely warning, and brought a horse, of course. He will appear on

the Judgment Day leading Rainbow, I firmly believe. Why he should be so confoundedly anxious about my

welfare I can't make out I can't, really. It's his peculiar form of mania, I suppose. We all suffer from some

`I didn't know myself that your Kate had come the double on you. I might have known she would, though.

Well, it seems Warrigal took it into his semibarbaric head to ride into Turon and loaf about, partly to see

me, and partly about another matter that your father laid him on about. He was standing about near the

Prospectors' Arms, late on Friday night, doing nothing and seeing everything, as usual, when he noticed Mrs.

Mullockson run out of the house like a Bedlamite. "My word, that missis big one coolah!" was his

expression, and made straight for the camp. Now Warrigal had seen you come out just before. He doesn't like

you and Jim over much bad taste, I tell him, on his part but I suppose he looks upon you as belonging

`Yes, much in that way. I must say, Dick, that if you are so extremely fond of well studying the female

character, you should carry on the pursuit more discreetly. Just see what this miscalculation has cost your

`"He's in bed and can't be disturbed," says the bobby. "Any message I can deliver?"

`"I have important information," says she. "Rouse him up, or you'll be sorry for it."

`"No, it won't," says she, stamping her foot. "Do what I tell you, and don't stand there like a fool."

`She waited a bit. Then, Warrigal says, out came Sir Ferdinand, very polite. "What can I do for you," says he,

`"Should you like to know where the Marstons are, Sir Ferdinand," says she, "Dick and Jim?"

`"Know? Would I not?" says he. "No end of warrants out for them; since that Ballabri Bank robbery they

seem to have disappeared under ground. And that fellow Starlight, too! Most remarkable man of his day. I'd

`"Guard, turn out," he roars out first; then, dropping his voice, says out, "My dear Mrs. Mullockson" (you

should hear Warrigal imitate him), "you have made my fortune officially, I mean, of course. I shall never

`"Don't thank me," she says, and she burst out crying, and goes slowly back to the hotel.

`Warrigal had heard quite enough. He rips over to Daly's mob, borrows a horse, saddle, and bridle, and leads

him straight down to our camp. He roused me up about one o'clock, and I could hardly make any explanation

to my mates. Such stunning good fellows they were, too! I wonder whether I shall ever associate with

`I had all kinds of trouble to tell them I was going away with Warrigal, and yet not to tell too much.

`"What the dickens," says Clifford, "can you want, going away with this familiar of yours at this hour of the

night? You're like the fellow in Scott's novel (`Anne of Geierstein') that I was reading over again yesterday

the mysterious stranger that's called for at midnight by the Avenger of Blood, departs with him and is

`"In case you never see me afterwards," I said, "we'd better say goodbye. We've been good mates and true

`"Never better," he said. "I don't know what we shall do without you. But, of course, you're not going very

`"Goodbye, in case," I said. "Anyhow, I'll write you a line, and as I shook hands with them two regular

trumps, if ever there were any in the world I had a kind of notion I'd never see them again. Hardly think I

shall, either. Sir Ferdinand surrounded the hut about an hour later, and made them come out one by one

`"Where's the fourth man, Clifford?" says Sir Ferdinand. "Just ask him to come out, will you?"

`I heard most of this from that young devil, Billy the Boy. He saw Sir Ferdinand ride up, so he hid close by,

`"Frank Devil!" bangs out Sir Ferdinand, who'd begun to get his monkey up. "How should I know his infernal

purser's name? No man, it seems to me, has his right name on this confounded goldfield. I mean Starlight

Starlight the cattle stealer, the mail robber, the bushranger, whose name is notorious over the three colonies,

and New Zealand to boot your intimate friend and partner for the last nine months!'

`"You perfectly amaze me," says Clifford. "But can't you be mistaken? Is your information to be depended

`"Mine came from a jealous woman," says Sir Ferdinand. "They may generally be depended upon for a

straight tip. But we're losing time. When did he leave the claim, and which way did he go?"

`"I have no idea which way he went," says Clifford. "He did not say, but he left about an hour since."

`"Warrigal the halfcaste! By George! warrants out for him also," says Sir Ferdinand. "On a good horse, of

course, with an hour's start. We may give up the idea of catching him this time. Follow him up as a matter of

form. Goodbye, Clifford. You'll hear news of your friend before long, or I'm much mistaken."

`"Stop, Sir Ferdinand, you must pardon me; but I don't exactly understand your tone. The man that we knew

by the name of Frank Haughton may be, as you say, an escaped criminal. All I know is that he lived with us

since we came here, and that no fellow could have behaved more truly like a man and a gentleman. As far as

we are concerned, I have a material guarantee that he has been scrupulously honest. Do you mean to hint for

one moment that we were aware of his previous history, or in any way mixed up with his acts?"

`"The affair is in no way ludicrous," says Clifford, very stiff and dignified. "I hold myself to have received an

`"Do you know that I could arrest you and Hastings now and lock you up on suspicion of being concerned

with him in the Ballabri Bank robbery?" says Sir Ferdinand in a stern voice. "Don't look so indignant. I only

say I could. I am not going to do so, of course. As to fighting you, my dear fellow, I am perfectly at your

service at all times and seasons whenever I resign my appointment as Inspector of Police for the colony of

New South Wales. The Civil Service regulations do not permit of duelling at present, and I found it so deuced

hard to work up to the billet that I am not going to imperil my continuance therein. After all, I had no

intention of hurting your feelings, and apologise if I did. As for that rascal Starlight, he would deceive the

`We called nowhere. Warrigal, as usual, made a short cut of his own across the bush scrubs, gullies,

mountains, all manner of desert paths. We made the Hollow yesterday afternoon, and went to sleep in a nook

known to us of old. We dropped in to breakfast here at daylight, and I felt sleepy enough for another snooze.'

`We're all here again, it seems,' I said, sour enough. `I suppose we'll have to go on the old lay; they won't let

us alone when we're doing fair work and behaving ourselves like men. They must take the consequences,

`Ha! very true,' says Starlight in his dreamy kind of way. `Most true, Richard. Society should make a truce

occasionally, or proclaim an amnesty with offenders of our stamp. It would pay better than driving us to

`Jim's very bad. He can't get over being away from Jeanie. I never saw him so down in the mouth this years.'

`Poor old Jim, he's a deal too good for the place. Sad mistake this getting married. People should either keep

straight or have no relatives to bear the brunt of their villainies. "But, soft," as they say in the play, "where am

I?" I thought I was a virtuous miner again. Here we are at this devildiscovered, demonhaunted old Hollow

again first cousin to the pit of Acheron. There's no help for it, Dick. We must play our parts gallantly, as

We didn't do much for a few days, you may be sure. There was nothing to do, for one thing; and we hadn't

made up our mind what our line was to be. One thing was certain: there would be more row made about us

than ever. We should have all the police in the country worried and barked at by the press, the people, the

Government, and their superior officers till they got something to show about us. Living at the diggings under

the nose of the police, without their having the least suspicion who we were, was bad enough; but the rescue

of Jim and the shooting of a policeman in charge of him was more serious the worst thing that had

There would be the devil to pay if they couldn't find a track of us. No doubt money would be spent like water

in bribing any one who might give information about us. Every one would be tried that we had ever been

known to be friendly with. A special body of men could be told off to make a dart to any spot they might get

We had long talks and barneys over the whole thing sometimes by ourselves with Starlight, sometimes

with father. A long time it was before we settled upon any regular putup bit of work to do.

Sooner or later we began to see the secret of the Hollow would be found out. There was no great chance in

the old times with only a few shepherds and stockriders wandering through the bush, once in a way

straggling over the country. But now the whole colony swarmed with miners, who were always prospecting,

as they called it that is, looking out for fresh patches of gold. Now, small parties of these men bold,

hardy, experienced chaps would take a pick and shovel, a bucket, and a tin dish, with a few weeks' rations,

and scour the whole countryside. They would try every creek, gully, hillside, and river bed. If they found the

colour of gold, the least trace of it in a dish of washdirt, they would at once settle down themselves. If it

went rich the news would soon spread, and a thousand men might be gathered in one spot the bank of a

small creek, the side of a steep range within a fortnight, with ten thousand more sure to follow within a

That might happen at any time on one of the spurs of Nulla Mountain; and the finding out of the track down

to the Hollow by some one of the dozens of rambling, shooting, fishing diggers would be as certain to happen

Well, the country had changed, and we were bound to change with it. We couldn't stop boxed up in the

Hollow day after day, and month after month, shooting and horsebreaking, doing nothing and earning

If we went outside there were ten times more men looking out for us than ever, ten times more chance of our

being tracked or run down than ever. That we knew from the newspapers. How did we see them? Oh, the old

way. We sent out our scout, Warrigal, and he got our letters and papers too, from a `sure hand', as Starlight

The papers were something to see. First he brought us in a handbill that was posted in Bargo, like this:

The above reward will be paid to any one giving information as to the whereabouts of Richard Marston,

James Marston, and a man whose name is unknown, but who can be identified chiefly by the appellation of

`Pleasing way of drawing attention to a gentleman's private residence,' says Starlight, smiling first and

looking rather grim afterwards. `Never mind, boys, they'll increase that reward yet, by Jove! It will have to be

`Don't seem to have the pluck, any on ye, to tackle a big touch again. I expect they'll send a summons for us

`Come, come, governor,' says Starlight, `none of that. We've got quite enough devil in us yet, without your

stirring him up. You must give us time, you know. Let's see what this paper says. "Turon Star"! What a

`The announcement will strike our readers, if not with the most profound astonishment, certainly with

considerable surprise, that these celebrated desperadoes, for whose apprehension such large sums have been

offered, for whom the police in all the colonies have made such unremitting search, should have been

discovered in our midst. Yet such is the case. On this very morning, from information received, our respected

and efficient Inspector of Police, Sir Ferdinand Morringer, proceeded soon after midnight to the camp of

Messrs. Clifford and Hastings. He had every reason to believe that he would have had no difficulty in

arresting the famous Starlight, who, under the cognomen of the Honourable Frank Haughton, has been for

months a partner in this claim. The shareholders were popularly known as "the three Honourables", it being

rumoured that both Mr. Clifford and Mr. Hastings were entitled to that prefix, if not to a more exalted one.

`With characteristic celerity, however, the famous outlaw had shortly before quitted the place, having

received warning and been provided with a fast horse by his singular retainer, Warrigal, a halfcaste native of

the colony, who is said to be devotedly attached to him, and who has been seen from time to time on the

`Of the Marston brothers, the elder one, Richard, would seem to have been similarly apprised, but James

Marston was arrested in his cottage in Specimen Gully. Having been lately married, he was apparently

`While rejoicing, as must all good citizens, at the discovery of evildoers and the capture of one member of a

band of notorious criminals, we must state in fairness and candour that their conduct has been, while on the

field as miners, free from reproach in every way. For James Marston, who was married but a short while

since to a Melbourne young lady of high personal attractions and the most winning amiability, great

So much for the "Star". Everybody is sorry for you, old man,' he says to Jim. `I shouldn't wonder if they'd

make you a beak if you'd stayed there long enough. I'm afraid Dick's dropping the policeman won't add to our

`He's all right,' I said. `Hurrah! look here. I'm glad I didn't finish the poor beggar. Listen to this, from the

`The good old days have apparently not passed away for ever, when mail robberies and handtohand

conflicts with armed robbers were matters of weekly occurrence. The comparative lull observable in such

exciting occurrences of late has been proved to be but the ominous hush of the elements that precedes the

tempest. Within the last few days the mining community has been startled by the discovery of the notorious

gang of bushrangers, Starlight and the Marstons, domiciled in the very heart of the diggings, attired as

ordinary miners, and for their own purposes possibly leading the laborious lives proper to the

avocation. They have been fairly successful, and as miners, it is said, have shown themselves to be manly and

fairdealing men. We are not among those who care to judge their fellowmen harshly. It may be that they

had resolved to forsake the criminal practices which had rendered them so unhappily celebrated. James

Marston had recently married a young person of most respectable family and prepossessing appearance. As

far as may be inferred from this step and his subsequent conduct, he had cut loose from his former habitudes.

He, with his brother, Richard Marston, worked an adjoining claim to the Arizona Sluicing Company, with the

respected shareholders of which they were on terms of intimacy. The wellknown Starlight, as Mr. Frank

Haughton, became partner and tentmate with the Hon. Mr. Clifford and Mr. Hastings, an aristocratic society

in which the manners and bearing of this extraordinary man permitted him to mingle without suspicion of

`Suddenly information was furnished to the police respecting all three men. We are not at present aware of

the source from which the clue was obtained. Suffice it to say that Sir Ferdinand Morringer promptly

arranged for the simultaneous action of three parties of police with the hope of capturing all three outlaws.

But in two cases the birds were flown. Starlight's "ame damnee", a halfcaste named Warrigal, had been

observed on the field the day before. By him he was doubtless furnished with a warning, and the horse upon

which he left his abode shortly before the arrival of Sir Ferdinand. The elder Marston had also eluded the

police. But James Marston, hindered possibly by domestic ties, was captured at his cottage at Specimen

Gully. For him sympathy has been universally expressed. He is regarded rather as a victim than as an active

agent in the many criminal offences chargeable to the account of Starlight's gang.

`Since writing the above we have been informed that trooper Walsh, who with another constable was

escorting James Marston to Bargo Gaol, has been brought in badly wounded. The other trooper reports that

he was shot down and the party attacked by persons concealed in the thick timber near Wild Horse Creek, at

the edge of Bargo Brush. In the confusion that ensued the prisoner escaped. It was at first thought that Walsh

`We shall be agreeably surprised if this be the end and not the commencement of a series of darker tragedies.'

A month's loafing in the Hollow. Nothing doing and nothing to think of except what was miserable enough,

God knows. Then things began to shape themselves, in a manner of speaking. We didn't talk much together;

but each man could see plain enough what the others was thinking of. Dad growled out a word now and then,

and Warrigal would look at us from time to time with a flash in his hawk's eyes that we'd seen once or twice

before and knew the meaning of. As for Jim, we were bound to do something or other, if it was only to keep

him from going melancholy mad. I never seen any man changed more from what he used to be than Jim did.

He that was the most careless, happygolucky chap that ever stepped, always in a good temper and full of

his larks. At the end of the hottest day in summer on the plains, with no water handy, or the middle of the

coldest winter night in an ironbark forest, and we sitting on our horses waiting for daylight, with the rain

pouring down our backs, not game to light a fire, and our hands that cold we could hardly hold the reins, it

was all one to Jim. Always jolly, always ready to make little of it all. Always ready to laugh or chaff or go on

with monkey tricks like a boy. Now it was all the other way with him. He'd sit grizzling and smoking by

himself all day long. No getting a word out of him. The only time he seemed to brighten up was once when

he got a letter from Jeanie. He took it away into the bush and stayed hours and hours.

From never thinking about anything or caring what came uppermost, he seemed to have changed all on the

other tack and do nothing but think. I'd seen a chap in Berrima something like him for a month or two; one

day he manned the barber's razor and cut his throat. I began to be afraid Jim would go off his head and blow

his brains out with his own revolver. Starlight himself got to be cranky and restlesslike too. One night he

`By all the devils, Dick, I can't stand this sort of thing much longer. We shall go mad or drink ourselves to

death' (we'd all been pretty well `on' the night before) `if we stick here till we're trapped or smoked out

like a 'guana out of a tree spout. We must make a rise somehow, and try for blue water again. I've been

fighting against the notion the whole time we've been here, but the devil and your old dad (who's a near

relative, I believe) have been too strong for us. Of course, you know what it's bound to be?'

`I suppose so. I know when dad was away last week he saw that beggar and some of his mates. They partly

made it up awhile back, but didn't fancy doing it altogether by themselves. They've been waiting on the

`Of course, the old story,' he says, throwing his cigar away, and giving a half laugh such a laugh it was,

too. `Captain Starlight again, I suppose. The paltry vanity of leadership, and of being in the front of my

fellowmen, has been the ruin of me ever since I could recollect. If my people had let me go into the army, as

I begged and prayed of them to do, it might have been all the other way. I recollect that day and hour when

my old governor refused my boyish petition, laughed at me sneered at me. I took the wrong road then. I

swear to you, Dick, I never had thought of evil till that cursed day which made me reckless and indifferent to

everything. And this is the end a wasted life, a felon's doom! Quite melodramatic, isn't it, Richard? Well,

we'll play out the last act with spirit. "Enter first robber," and so on. Goodnight.'

He walked away. I never heard him say so much about himself before. It set me thinking of what luck and

chance there seemed to be in this world. How men were not let do what they knew was best for 'em often

and often but something seemed to drive 'em farther and farther along the wrong road, like a lot of stray

wild cattle that wants to make back to their own run, and a dog here, a fence the other way. A man on foot or

a flock of sheep always keeps frightening 'em farther and farther from the old beat till they get back into a bit

of back country or mallee scrub and stop there for good. Cattle and horses and men and women are awful like

Another day or two idling and cardplaying, another headache after too much grog at night, brought us to a

We were to stick up the next monthly gold escort. That was all. We knew it would be a heavy one and trusted

to our luck to get clear off with the gold, and then take a ship for Honolulu or San Francisco. A desperate

chance; but we were desperate men. We had tried to work hard and honest. We had done so for best part of a

year. No one could say we had taken the value of a halfpenny from any man. And yet we were not let stay

right when we asked for nothing but to be let alone and live out the rest of our lives like men.

They wouldn't have us that way, and now they must take us across the grain, and see what they would gain by

that. So it happened we went out one day with Warrigal to show us the way, and after riding for hours and

hours, we came to a thick scrub. We rode through it till we came to an old cattle track. We followed that till

we came to a tumbledown slab hut with a stockyard beside it. The yard had been mended, and the rails were

up. Seven or eight horses were inside, all in good condition. As many men were sitting or standing about

When we rode up they all came forward and we had it out. We knew who was coming, and were ready for

'em. There was Moran, of course, quiet and savagelooking, just as like a black snake as ever twisting about

with his deadly glittering eyes, wanting to bite some one. There was Daly and Burke, Wall and Hulbert, and

two or three more I won't say who they were now and if you please who should come out of the hut

last but Master Billy the Boy, as impudent as you like, with a pipe in his mouth, and a revolver in his belt,

trying to copy Moran and Daly. I felt sorry when I see him, and thought what he'd gradually come to bit by

bit, and where he'd most likely end, all along of the first money he had from father for telegraphing. But after

all I've a notion that men and women grow up as they are intended to from the beginning. All the same as a

tree from seed. You may twist it this road or that, make it a bit bigger or smaller according to the soil or the

way it's pruned and cut down when it's young, but you won't alter the nature of that tree or the fruit that it

bears. You won't turn a fivecorner into a quince, or a geebung into an orange, twist and twine, and dig and

water as you like. So whichever way Billy the Boy had been broken and named he'd have bolted and run off

the course. Take a pet dingo now. He might look very tame, and follow them that feed him, and stand the

chain; but as soon as anything passed close that he could kill, he'd have his teeth into it and be lapping its

`Well, Dick,' says this young limb of Satan, `so you've took to the Queen's highway agin, as the chap says in

the play. I thought you and Jim was agoing to jine the Methodies or the Sons of Temperance at Turon, you

both got to look so thunderin' square on it. Poor old Jim looks dreadful down in the mouth, don't he, though?'

`It would be all the better for you if you'd joined some other body, you young scamp,' I said. `Who told you

to come here? I've half a mind to belt you home again to your mother;' and I walked towards him.

`No, you won't, Dick Marston, don't you make any mistake,' says the young bullpup, looking nasty. `I'm as

good a man as you, with this little tool.' Here he pulled out his revolver. `I've as much right to turn out as you

`You'd better set up a nightschool, Dick,' says Burke, `and get Billy and some of the other flash kiddies to

`If you'll stand up, or Moran there, that's grinning behind you, I'll make some of ye laugh on the wrong side,' I

`Come on,' drawls Moran, taking off his coat, and walking up; `I'd like to have a smack at you before you go

We should have been at it hammer and tongs we both hated one another like poison only the others

interfered, and Billy said we ought to be ashamed of ourselves for quarrelling like schoolboys. We were nice

Well, it looked as if no one wanted to speak. Then Hulbert, a very quiet chap, says, `I believe Ben Marston's

Father gets up at once, and looks steady at the rest of 'em, takes his pipe out of his mouth, and shakes the

`All on ye knows without my telling what we've come here about, and what there's hangin' to it. It's good

enough if it's done to rights; but make no mistake, boys, it's a battle as must be fought game, and right back to

the ropes, or not at all. If there's a bird here that won't stand the steel he'd better be put in a bag and took

`Never mind about the steel, daddy,' says one of the new men. `We're all good for a flutter when the wager's

good. What'll it be worth a man, and where are we going to divide? We know your mob's got some crib up in

the mountains that no one knows about. We don't want the swag took there and planted. It mightn't be found

`Did ever a one of ye heer tell o' me actin' crooked?' says father. `Look here, Bill, I'm not as young as I was,

but you stand up to me for three rounds and I'll take some of the cheek out of yer.'

`No fear, daddy, I'd sooner face Dick or Jim. But I only want what's fair between man and man. It's a big

touch, you know, and we can't take it to the bank to divide, like diggers, or summons yer either.'

`What's the good of growlin' and snappin'?' says Burke. `We're all goin' in regular, I suppose, share and share

alike?' The men nodded. `Well, there's only one way to make things shipshape, and that's to have a captain.

We'll pick one of ourselves, and whatever he says we'll bind ourselves to do life or death. Is that it, boys?'

`Now, the next thing to work is who we're to make captain of. There's one here as we can all depend on, who

knows more about roadwork than all the rest of us put together. You know who I mean; but I don't want ye

to choose him or any man because I tell you. I propose Starlight for captain if he'll take it, and them that don't

`I vote for Dan Moran,' says another man, a youngish farmerlooking chap. `He's a bushman, like ourselves,

and not a halfbred swell, that's just as likely to clear out when we want him most as do anything else.'

`You go back to the Springs and feed them pigs, Johnny,' says father, walking towards the young chap.

`That's about what YOU'RE bred for; nobody'll take you for a swell, quarterbred, or anything else.

Howsoever, let's draw lots for it. Every man put his fancy down on a bit of paper, and put 'em into my old hat

This was done after a bit, and the end of it was ten votes for Starlight and two or three for Moran, who looked

When this was over Starlight walked over from where he was standing, near me and Jim, and faced the

crowd. He drew himself up a bit, and looked round as haughty as he used to do when he walked up the big

room at the Prospectors' Arms in Turon as if all the rest of us was dirt under his feet.

`Well, my lads,' he said, `you've done me the great honour to elect me to be your captain. I'm willing to act,

or I shouldn't be here. If you're fools enough to risk your lives and liberties for a thousand ounces of gold a

`Hurrah!' said halfadozen of them, flinging up their hats. `We're on, Captain. Starlight for ever! You ride

`That will do,' he says, holding up his hand as if to stop a lot of dogs barking; `but listen to me.' Here he

spoke a few words in that other voice of his that always sounded to me and Jim as if it was a different man

talking, or the devil in his likeness. `Now mind this before we go: you don't quite know me; you will by and

by, perhaps. When I take command of this gang, for this bit of work or any other, my word's law do you

hear? And if any man disputes it or disobeys my orders, by , I'll shoot him like a dog.'

As he stood there looking down on the lot of 'em, as if he was their king, with his eyes burning up at last with

that slow fire that lay at the bottom of 'em, and only showed out sometimes, I couldn't help thinking of a

pirate crew that I'd read of when I was a boy, and the way the pirate captain ruled 'em.

We were desperate fidgety and anxious till the day came. While we were getting ready two or three things

went wrong, of course. Jim got a letter from Jeanie, all the way from Melbourne, where she'd gone. It seems

she'd got her money from the bank Jim's share of the gold all right. She was a saving, careful little

woman, and she told him she'd enough to keep them both well for four or five years, anyhow. What she

wanted him to do was to promise that he'd never be mixed up in any more dishonest work, and to come away

`It was the easiest thing in the world,' she said, `to get away from Melbourne to England or America. Ships

were going every day, and glad to take any man that was strong and willing to work his passage for nothing;

She'd met one or two friends down there as would do anything to help her and him. If he would only get

down to Melbourne all would yet be well; but she begged and prayed him, if he loved her, and for the sake of

the life she hoped to live with him yet, to come away from his companions and take his own Jeanie's advice,

If Jim had got his letter before we made up matters, just at the last he'd have chucked up the sponge and

cleared out for good and all. He as good as said so; but he was one of them kind of men that once he'd made a

start never turned back. There'd been some chaff, to make things worse, between Moran and Daly and some

of the other fellows about being game and what not, specially after what father said at the hut, so he wouldn't

I could see it fretted him worse than anything since we came back, but he filled himself up with the idea that

we'd be sure to get the gold all right, and clear out different ways to the coast, and then we'd have something

worth while leaving off with. Another thing, we'd been all used to having what money we wanted lately, and

we none of us fancied living like poor men again in America or anywhere else. We hadn't had hardly a scrap

from Aileen since we'd come back this last time. It wasn't much odds. She was regular brokenhearted; you

`She had been foolish enough to hope for better things,' she said; `now she expected nothing more in this

world, and was contented to wear out her miserable life the best way she could. If it wasn't that her religion

told her it was wrong, and that mother depended on her, she'd drown herself in the creek before the door. She

couldn't think why some people were brought into this miserable world at all. Our family had been marked

out to evil, and the same fate would follow us to the end. She was sorry for Jim, and believed if he had been

let take his own road that he would have been happy and prosperous today. It was a pity he could not have

got away safely to Melbourne with his wife before that wicked woman, who deserved to be burnt alive,

ruined everything. Even now we might all escape, the country seemed in so much confusion with all the

strangers and bad people' (bad people well, every one thinks their own crow the blackest) `that the

goldfields had brought into it, that it wouldn't be hard to get away in a ship somehow. If nothing else bad

This was the only writing we'd had from poor Aileen. It began all misery and bitterness, but got a little better

at the end. If she and Gracey could have got hold of Kate Morrison there wouldn't have been much left of her

Inside was a little bit of paper with one line, `For my sake,' that was all. I knew the writing; there was no

more. I could see what Gracey meant, and wished over and over again that I had the chance of going straight,

as I'd wished a thousand times before, but it was too late, too late! When the coach is running down hill and

the break's off, it's no use trying to turn. We had all our plan laid out and settled to the smallest thing. We

were to meet near Eugowra Rocks a good hour or two before the escort passed, so as to have everything

ready. I remember the day as well as if it was yesterday. We were all in great buckle and very fit, certainly. I

don't think I ever felt better in my life. There must be something outandout spiriting in a real battle when a

bit of a scrimmage like this sent our blood boiling through our veins; made us feel as if we weren't plain Dick

and Jim Marston, but regular grand fellows, in a manner of speaking. What fools men are when they're young

We started at daylight, and only stopped once on the road for a bite for ourselves and to water the horses, so

that we were in good time. We brought a little corn with us, just to give the horses something; they'd be tied

up for hours and hours when we got to the place pitched on. They were all there before us; they hadn't as

good horses by a long chalk as we had, and two of their packers were poor enough. Jim and I were riding

ahead with Starlight a little on the right of us. When the fellows saw Rainbow they all came crowding round

`By George!' says Burke, `that's a horse worth calling a horse, Captain. I often heard tell of him, but never set

eyes on him before. I've two minds to shake him and leave you my horse and a share of the gold to boot. I

`Honour among well bushrangers, eh, Burke?' says Starlight cheerily. `He's the right sort, isn't he?

We shall want good goers tonight. Are we all here now? We'd better get to business.'

Yes, they were all there, a lot of wellbuilt, upstanding chaps, young and strong, and fit to do anything that a

man could do in the way of work or play. It was a shame to see them there (and us too, for the matter of that),

but there was no get away now. There will be fools and rogues to the end of the world, I expect. Even Moran

looked a bit brighter than he did last time. He was one of those chaps that a bit of real danger smartens up. As

for Burke, Daly, and Hulbert, they were like a lot of schoolboys, so full of their fun and larks.

Starlight just spoke a word to them all; he didn't talk much, but looked hard and stern about the face, as a

captain ought to do. He rode up to the gap and saw where the trees had been cut down to block up the road. It

After that our horses and the two packers were left behind with Warrigal and father, close enough for hearing,

but well out of the way for seeing; it was behind a thick belt of timber. They tied up some to trees and

shorthobbled others, keeping them all so as to be ready at a moment's notice. Our men hid themselves

behind rocks and stumps on the high side of the road so as they could see well, and had all the shadow on

their side. Wall and Hulbert and their lot had their mob of horses, packers, and all planted away, and two

We'd been ready a good bit when a cove comes tearing up full bat. We were watching to see how he shaped,

and whether he looked likely to lay on the police, when I saw it was Billy the Boy.

`Now I call this something like,' says he, pulling up short: `army in readiness, the enemy not far off. My

word, it is a fine thing to turn out, ain't it, Dick? Do you chaps feel shaky at all? Ain't yer gallied the least

`How long will they be?' Starlight said. `Just remember that you're not skylarking at a poundyard, my boy.'

`All right, Captain,' he answered, quiet enough. `I started on ahead the moment I saw 'em leave the camp.

They're safe to be here in ten minutes now. You can see 'em when they come into the flat. I'll clear out to the

back for a bit. I want 'em to think I come up permiskuslike when it's over.' So the young rascal galloped

away till the trees hid him, and in a quarter of an hour more we saw the leaders of the fourhorse drag that

carried the escort gold turn round on the forest road and show out into the flat.

It gave me a queer feeling just at first. We hadn't been used to firing on the Queen's servants, not in cold

blood, anyhow, but it was them or us for it now. There was no time to think about it. They came along at a

steady trot up the hill. We knew the Turon sergeant of police that drove, a tall man with a big black beard

down to his chest. He had been in an English dragoon regiment, and could handle the ribbons above a bit. He

had a trooper alongside him on the box with his rifle between his knees. Two more were in the body of the

drag. They had put their rifles down and were talking and laughing, not expecting anything sudden. Two

more of the mounted men rode in front, but not far. The couple behind were a good way off. All of a sudden

the men in front came on the trees lying across the road. They pulled up short, and one of them jumped down

and looked to see if anything could be done to move them. The other man held his horse. The coach drove up

`Who the devil has been doing that?' sung out the sergeant. `Just as if the road isn't bad enough without these

infernal lazy scoundrels of bullockdrivers cutting down trees to make us go round. It's a beastly track here at

`I believe them trees have been fallen on purpose,' says the trooper that was down. `There's been men, and

The order was given in Starlight's clear, bold voice. Just like a horn it sounded. You might have heard it twice

as far off. A dozen shots followed the next second, making as much row as fifty because of the way the sound

I never saw a bigger surprise in my life, and wasn't likely to do, as this was my first regular battle. We had

plenty of time to take aim, and just at first it looked as if the whole blessed lot of the police was killed and

The sergeant threw up his arms and fell off the box like a log, just under the horses' feet. One of the troopers

on ahead dropped, he that was holding the horses, and both horses started off at full gallop. The two men in

the body of the drag were both hit one badly. So when the two troopers came up full gallop from the back

they found us cutting the traces of the team, that was all plunging like mad, and letting the horses go.

We opened fire at them directly they showed themselves; of course they couldn't do much in the face of a

dozen men, all well armed and behind good cover. They kept it up for a bit till one of their horses was hit,

and then made tracks for Turon to report that the escort had been stuck up by twenty or thirty men at

Eugowra Rocks the others had come up with the packhorses by this time, along with Master Billy the

Boy firing his revolver and shouting enough for halfadozen; so we looked a big crowd that all the men

were shot dead, wounded, or taken prisoners, and that a strong force had better be despatched at once to

A good deal of this was true, though not all. The only man killed was the sergeant. He was shot clean through

the heart, and never stirred again. Of the five other men, three were badly wounded and two slightly. We

attended to them as well as we could, and tied the others so that they would not be able to give any bother for

Then the trouble began about dividing the gold. We opened the sort of locker there was in the centre of the

coach and took out the square boxes of gold. They held canvas bags, all labelled and weighed to the grain, of

Some of the others couldn't read or write, and they wouldn't trust us, so they brought their friend with them,

who was an educated man sure enough. We were a bit stunned to see him, holding the sort of position he did

at the Turon. But there he was, and he did his work well enough. He brought a pair of scales with him and

weighed the lot, and portioned it all out amongst us just the same as Mr. Scott, the banker, used to do for us at

the Turon when we brought in our month's washingup. We had 5000 oz. Starlight had an extra share on

account of being captain, and the rest had somewhere about 8000 oz. or 9000 oz. among them. It wasn't so

Dad wasn't long before he had our lot safely packed and on his two packhorses. Warrigal and he cleared out

at a trot, and went out of sight in a jiffy. It was every man for himself now. We waited a bit to help them with

their swag; it was awful heavy. We told them that their packhorses would never carry it if there was

`Suppose you think you've got the only good horse in the country, Dick Marston,' says Daly. `We'll find a

horse to run anything you've got, barrin' Rainbow. I've got a little roan horse here as shall run ever a horse ye

own, for three mile, for a hundred notes, with twelve stone up. What do you think of that, now?'

`Don't take your shirt off, Patsey,' I said. `I know the roan's as good as ever was foaled' (so he was; the police

got him after Patsey was done for, and kept him till he died of old age), `but he's in no condition. I'm talking

We didn't want to rush off at once, for fear the other fellows might say something afterwards if anything

happened cross. So we saw them make a fair start for a spot on Weddin Mountain, where they thought they

were right. We didn't think we could be caught once we made tracks in earnest. After a couple or three hours'

We stopped, besides, to do what we could for the wounded men. They were none of them regularly done for,

except the sergeant. One man was shot through the lungs, and was breathing out blood every now and then.

We gave them some brandy and water, and covered them all up and left them as comfortable as we could.

Besides that, we sent Billy the Boy, who couldn't be recognised, to the camp to have a doctor sent as soon as

possible. Then we cleared and started off, not the way we had to go, but so as we could turn into it.

We couldn't ride very slow after such a turn as that, so we made the pace pretty hot for the first twenty miles

or so. By Jove! it was a great ride; the forest was middling open, and we went three parts speed when we

could see before us. The horses seemed to go as if they knew there was something up. I can see Rainbow

now, swinging along with that beautiful bounding style of going he had, snorting now and then and sending

out his legs as if one hundred miles, more or less, was nothing. His head up, his eye shining like a star, his

nostrils open, and every now and then, if anything got up, he'd give a snort as if he'd just come up out of the

bush. They'd had a longish day and a fast ride before they got to Eugowra, just enough to eat to keep them

from starving, with a drink of water. Now they were going the same style back, and they'd never had the

saddles off their backs. All the night through we rode before we got to the top of Nulla Mountain; very glad

to see it we were then. We took it easy for a few miles now and again, then we'd push on again. We felt awful

sleepy at times; we'd been up and at it since the morning before; long before daylight, too. The strangeness

and the chance of being followed kept us up, else I believe we'd have dropped off our horses' backs, regular

We lost ground now and then through Warrigal not being there to guide us, but Jim took the lead and he

wasn't far out; besides, the horses knew which way to steer for their grass at the Hollow. They wouldn't let us

go much off the line if it was ever so dark. We gave 'em their heads mostly. The sun was just rising as we

rode across the last tableland. We got off and stumbled along, horses and men, down the track to the Hollow.

Dad and Warrigal hadn't come back; of course they couldn't stand the pace we did. They'd have to camp for a

bit, but they both knew of plants and hiding holes, where all the police in the colony couldn't find them. We

knew they'd turn up some time next day. So we let go our horses, and after a bit of supper laid down and slept

When I looked round I saw the dog sleeping at Jim's feet, old Crib. He never left father very far, so of course

the old man must be home, or pretty close up. I was that dead beat and tired out that I turned over and went to

sleep for another couple of hours. When I next woke up I was right and felt rested, so I put on my things, had

a good wash, and went out to speak to father. He was sitting by the fire outside smoking, just as if he'd never

`We done that job to rights if we never done another, eh, lad?' says father, reaching out for a coal to put in his

`Seems like it,' I said. `There'll be a deuce of a bobbery about it. We shan't be able to move for a bit, let alone

`We'll show 'em a trick or two yet,' says dad. I could see he'd had a tot, early as it was. `I wonder how them

`How shall we hear anything? Nobody'll be mad enough to show out of here for a bit.'

`I could get word here,' says father, `if there was a police barrack on the top of Nulla Mountain. I've done it

`Well, I hope it won't be long, for I'm pretty full up of this stayingathome business in the Hollow. It's well

`It wouldn't be very slow if we was all grabbed and tried for our lives, Mr. Dick Marston. Would ye like that

better for a change?' says the old man, showing his teeth like a dog that's making up his mind to have ye and

don't see where he's to get first bite. `You leave the thing to them as knows more than you do, or you'll find

`You'll find your pals, Burke and Moran, and their lot will have their turn first,' I said, and with that I walked

off, for I saw the old man had been drinking a bit after his night's work, and that always started his temper the

wrong way. There was no doing anything with him then, as I knew by long experience. I was going to ask

him where he'd put the gold, but thought it best to leave that for some other time.

By and by, when we all turned out and had some breakfast, we took a bit of a walk by ourselves and talked it

`The gold escort stuck up. Fourteen thousand ounces of gold taken. Sergeant Hawkins shot dead. The robbers

This is the sort of thing that we were sure to see in all the papers. It would make a row and no mistake. It was

the first time such a thing had been thought of, much less carried out `to rights', as father said, `in any of the

colonies.' We had the five thousand ounces of gold, safe enough, too. That was something; whether we

should be let enjoy it, or what chance we had of getting right away out of the country, was quite another

matter. We were all sorry for Sergeant Hawkins, and would have been better pleased if he'd been only

wounded like the others. But these sorts of things couldn't be helped. It was the fortune of war; his luck this

time, ours next. We knew what we had to expect. Nothing would make much difference. `As well be hung for

a sheep as a lamb.' We were up to our necks in it now, and must fight our way out the best way we could.

Bar any man betraying the secret of the Hollow we might be safe for years to come, as long as we were not

shot or taken in fair fight. And who was to let out the secret? No one but ourselves had the least notion of the

track or where it led to, or of such a place as the Hollow being in the colony. Only us five were in possession

of the secret. We never let any of these other men come near, much less to it. We took good care never to

meet them within twenty miles of it. Father was a man that, even when he was drunk, never let out what he

didn't want other people to know. Jim and I and Starlight were not likely to blab, and Warrigal would have

had his throat cut sooner than let on about anything that might be against Starlight, or that he told him not to

We had good reason, then, to think ourselves safe as long as we had such a place to make for whenever we

were in danger or had done a stroke. We had enough in gold and cash to keep us comfortable in any other

country provided we could only get there. That was the rub. When we'd got a glass or two in our heads we

thought it was easy enough to get across country, or to make away one by one at shearing time, disguised as

swagsmen, to the coast. But when we thought it over carefully in the mornings, particularly when we were a

There was the whole countryside pretty thick with police stations, where every man, from the sergeant to the

lastjoined recruit, knew the height, size, colour of hair, and so on of every one of us. If a suspiciouslooking

man was seen or heard of within miles the telegraph wires could be set to work. He could be met, stopped,

`Don't flatter yourselves, my boy,' Starlight said, when we'd got the length of thinking how it was to be done,

`that there's any little bit of a chance, for a year or two at any rate, of getting away. Not a kangaroo rat could

hop across from one scrub to another if there was the least suspicion upon him without being blocked or run

into. Jim, old man, I'm sorry for you, but my belief is we're quartered here for a year or two certain, and the

Here poor old Jim groaned. `Don't you think,' he said, quite timidlike, `that about shearingtime a man

might take his chance, leading an old horse with a swag on, as if he wanted to get shearing in some of the big

`Not a bit of it,' says Starlight. `You're such a goodlooking, upstanding chap that you're safe to be pulled up

and made answer for yourself before you'd get fifty miles. If you rode a good horse they'd think you were too

`But I'd take an old screw with a big leg,' pleaded Jim. `Haven't I often seen a cove walking and leading one

`Then they'd know a chap like you, full of work and a native to boot, ought to have a better turnout if it

`But there's Isaac Lawson and Campbelltown. You've seen them. Isaac's an inch taller than me, and the same

cut and make. Why shouldn't they shop them when they're going shearing? They're square enough, and

`Well, I'll bet you a new meerschaum that both men are arrested on suspicion before shearing. Of course

they'll let them go again; but, you mark my words, they'll be stopped, as well as dozens of others. That will

`I don't care,' says Jim, in his old, obstinate way, which he never put on except very seldom. `I'll go in a

month or two police or no police. I'll make for Melbourne if there was an army of soldiers between me

We had to settle where the gold was to be hid. After a lot of talk we agreed to keep one bag in a hole in the

side of the wall of the cave, and bury the others in the place where we'd found old Mr. Devereux's box. His

treasure had laid many a year safe and sound without anybody touching it, and we thought ours might do the

same. Besides, to find it they must get into the Hollow first. So we packed it out bag by bag, and made an

ironbark coffin for it, and buried it away there, and put some couchgrass turfs on it. We knew they'd soon

grow up, and nobody could tell that it hadn't always been covered up the same as the rest of the old garden.

It felt pretty hard lines to think we shouldn't be able to get away from this lonely place after the life we'd led

the last year; but Starlight wasn't often wrong, and we came to the same way of thinking ourselves when we

We'd been a week or ten days all by ourselves, horsebreaking, fishing, and shooting a bit, thinking how

strange it was that we should have more than 20,000 Pounds in gold and money and not be able to do

anything with it, when dad, sudden like, said he'd go out himself and get some of the newspapers, and

Starlight laughed at him a bit for being foolhardy, and said we should hear of his being caught and committed

for trial. `Why, they'll know the dog,' says he, `and make him give evidence in court. I've known that done

Father grinned. `I know'd that case a sheepstealing one. They wanted to make out Brummy was the man

as owned the dorg a remarkable dorg he was, too, and had been seen driving the sheep.'

`Well, the dashed fool of a coolie did. Jumps up as soon as he was brought into court, and whines and

scratches at the dock rails and barks, and goes on tremenjus, trying to get at Brummy.'

`Oh! Brummy? He looked as black as the ace of spades. He'd have made it hot for that dorg if he could ha'

`Because the jury fetched him in guilty without leaving the box, and the judge give him seven years. You

Here he looks at Crib, as was lyin' down a good way off, and not letting on to know anything. He saw father's

old mare brought up, though, and saddled, and knowed quite well what that meant. He never rode her unless

`I believe that dog could stick up a man himself as well as some fellows we know,' says Starlight, `and he'd

While we were taking it easy, and except for the loneliness of it as safe as if we had been out of the country

altogether, Moran and the other fellows hadn't quite such a good time of it. They were hunted from pillar to

post by the police, who were mad to do something to meet the chaff that was always being cast up to them of

having a lot of bushrangers robbing and shooting all over the country and not being able to take them. There

were some outoftheway places enough in the Weddin Mountains, but none like the Hollow, where they

could lie quiet and untroubled for weeks together, if they wanted. Besides, they had lost their gold by their

own foolishness in not having better packhorses, and hadn't much to carry on with, and it's not a life that can

be worked on the cheap, I can tell you, as we often found out. Money comes easy in our line, but it goes

faster still, and a man must never be short of a pound or two to chuck about if he wants to keep his

information fresh, and to have people working for him night and day with a will.

So they had some everyday sort of work cut out to keep themselves going, and it took them all their time to

get from one part of the country where they were known to some other place where they weren't expected.

Having outandout good hacks, and being all of them chaps that had been born in the bush and knew it like

a book, it was wonderful how they managed to rob people at one place one day, and then be at some place a

hundred miles off the next. Ever so many times they came off, and they'd call one another Starlight and

Marston, and so on, till the people got regularly dumbfoundered, and couldn't tell which of the gang it was

that seemed to be all over the country, and in two places at the same time. We used to laugh ourselves

sometimes, when we'd hear tell that all the travellers passing Big Hill on a certain day were `stuck up by

Wall's gang and robbed.' Every man Jack that came along for hours was made to stand behind a clump of

trees with two of the gang guarding them, so as the others couldn't see them as they came up. They all had to

deliver up what they'd got about 'em, and no one was allowed to stir till sundown, for fear they should send

word to the police. Then the gang went off, telling them to stay where they were for an hour or else they'd

This would be on the western road, perhaps. Next day a station on the southern road, a hundred and twenty

miles off, would be robbed by the same lot. Money and valuables taken away, and three or four of the best

horses. Their own they'd leave behind in such a state that any one could see how far and fast they'd been

They often got stood to, when they were hard up for a mount, and it was this way. The squatters weren't alike,

by any manner of means, in their way of dealing with them. Many of them had lots of fine ridinghorses in

their paddocks. These would be yarded some fine night, the best taken and ridden hard, perhaps returned next

It was pretty well known who had used them, but nothing was said; the best policy, some think, is to hold a

candle to the devil, especially when the devil's camped close handy to your paddock, and might any time sack

your house, burn down your woolshed and stacks, or even shoot at your worshipful self if he didn't like the

These careful respectable people didn't show themselves too forward either in giving help or information to

the police. Not by no means. They never encouraged them to stay when they came about the place, and

weren't that over liberal in feeding their horses, or giving them a hand in any way, that they'd come again in a

hurry. If they were asked about the bushrangers, or when they'd been last seen, they were very careful, and

No one wonders at people like the Barnes's, or little farmers, or the very small sort of settlers, people with

one flock of sheep or a few cows, doing this sort of thing; they have a lot to lose and nothing to get if they

gain illwill. But regular country gentlemen, with big properties, lots of money, and all the rest of it, they're

there to show a good example to the countryside, whether it paid for the time or whether it didn't; and all us

When I say all of us, I don't mean Moran. A sulky, blackhearted, revengeful brute he always was I don't

think he'd any manly feeling about him. He was a halfbred gipsy, they told us that knew where he was

reared, and Starlight said gipsy blood was a queer cross, for devilry and hardness it couldn't be beat; he didn't

No doubt he `had it in' for more than one of the people who helped the police to chevy Wall and his lot about.

From what I knew of him I was sure he'd do some mischief one of these days, and make all the country ten

times as hot against us as they were now. He had no mercy about him. He'd rather shoot a man any day than

not; and he'd burn a house down just for the pleasure of seeing how the owner looked when it was lighted.

Starlight used to say he despised men that tried to save themselves cowardlylike more than he could say,

and thought them worse than the bushrangers themselves. Some of them were big people, too.

But other country gentlemen, like Mr. Falkland, were quite of a different pattern. If they all acted like him I

don't think we should any of us have reigned as long as we did. They helped and encouraged the police in

every possible way. They sent them information whenever they had received any worth while. They lent

them horses freely when their own were tired out and beaten. More than that, when bushrangers were

supposed to be in the neighbourhood they went out with them themselves, lying out and watching through the

long cold nights, and taking their chance of a shot as well as those that were paid for it.

Now there was a Mr. Whitman that had never let go a chance from the start of running their trail with the

police, and had more than once given them all they knew to get away. He was a native of the country, like

themselves, a firstclass horseman and tracker, a hardy, game sort of a chap that thought nothing of being

twentyfour hours in the saddle, or sitting under a fence watching for the whole of a frosty night.

Well, he was pretty close to Moran once, who had been out by himself; that close he ran him he made him

drop his rifle and ride for his life. Moran never forgave him for this, and one day when they had all been

drinking pretty heavy he managed to persuade Wall, Hulbert, Burke, and Daly to come with him and stick up

`I sent word to him I'd pay him out one of these fine days,' he drawled out, `and he'll find that Dan Moran can

He picked a time when he knew Whitman was away at another station. I always thought Moran was not so

game as he gave himself out to be. And I think if he'd had Whitman's steady eyes looking at him, and seeing a

pistol in his hand, he wouldn't have shot as straight as he generally did when he was practising at a gum tree.

Anyhow, they laid it out all right, as they thought, to take the place unawares. They'd been drinking at a flash

kind of inn no great way off, and when they rode up to the house it seems they were all of 'em three sheets in

the wind, and fit for any kind of villainy that came uppermost. As for Moran, he was a devil unchained. I

know what he was. The people in the house that day trembled and shook when they heard the dogs bark and

When we found that by making darts and playing hide and seek with the police in this way we could ride

about the country more comfortable like, we took matters easier. Once or twice we tried it on by night, and

had a bit of a lark at Jonathan's, which was a change after having to keep dark so long. We'd rode up there

after dark one night, and made ourselves pretty snug for the evening, when Bella Barnes asked us if we'd

`No,' says I. `Didn't know they were about this part. Why, weren't they at Monckton's the day before

`Ah! but they came back last night, passed the house today going towards Mr. Whitman's, at Darjallook. I

don't know, but I expect they're going to play up a bit there, because of his following them up that time the

`What makes you think that? They're only going for what they can get; perhaps the ridinghorses and any

`Billy the Boy was here for a bit,' says Maddie. `I don't like that young brat, he'll turn out bad, you take my

word for it; but he said Moran knew Mr. Whitman was away at the Castlereagh station, and was going to

`Well, it's too bad,' said Bella; `there's no one there but Mrs. Whitman and the young ladies. It's real

cowardly, I call it, to frighten a parcel of women. But that Moran's a brute and hasn't the feelings of a man

`We must ride over, boys,' says Starlight, yawning and stretching himself. `I was looking forward to a

pleasant evening here, but it seems to me we ought to have a say in this matter. Whitman's gone a trifle fast,

and been hard on us; but he's a gentleman, and goes straight for what he considers his duty. I don't blame him.

If these fellows are half drunk they'll burn the place down I shouldn't wonder, and play hell's delight.'

`And Miss Falkland's up there too, staying with the young ladies,' says Maddie. `Why, Jim, what's up with

`Come along, Dick,' says Jim, quite hoarselike, making one jump to the door. `Dash it, man, what's the use

of us wasting time jawing here? By , if there's a hair of her head touched I'll break Moran's neck, and

Starlight made a bow, polite to the last, and passed out. Jim was on his horse as we got to the stable door.

Warrigal fetched Starlight's, and in half a minute Jim and he were off together along the road full split, and I

had as much as I could do to catch them up within the next mile. It wasn't twenty miles to Whitman's place,

Darjallook, but the road was good, and we did it in an hour and twenty minutes, or thereabouts. I know

We could see nothing particular about the house. The lights shone out of the windows, and we heard the

`Seems all right,' says Starlight. `Wonder if they came, after all? They'll think we want to stick the place up if

Warrigal dismounted, lit a couple of matches, and put his head down close to the soft turf, as if he was going

`There!' says Warrigal, pointing to something we couldn't see if we'd looked for a month. `Bin gone that way.

That one track Moran's horse. I know him; turn foot in likit cow. Four more track follow up.'

`Why, they're in the house now, the infernal scoundrels,' says Starlight. `You stay here with the horses,

Warrigal; we'll walk up. If you hear shooting, tie them to the fence and run in.'

We walked up very quiet to the house we'd all been there before, and knew where the front parlour was

over the lawn and two flowerbeds, and then up to the big bowwindow. The others stood under an old

white cedar tree that shadowed all round. I looked in, and, by George! my face burned, cold as it was. There

was Moran lying back in an armchair, with a glass of grog in his hand, takin' it easy and makin' himself

quite at home. Burke and Daly were sitting in two chairs near the table, looking a long way from comfortable;

but they had a couple of bottles of brandy on the table and glasses, and were filling up. So was Moran. They'd

had quite as much as was good for them. The eldest Miss Whitman was sitting at the piano, playing away

tune after tune, while her eyes were wandering about and her lips trembling, and every now and then she'd

flush up all over her face; then she'd turn as white as a sheet, and look as if she'd fall off the stool. The

youngest daughter was on her knees by her, on the other side, with her head in her lap. Every now and then I

could hear a sob come from her, but stifledlike, as if she tried to choke it back as much as she could.

Burke and Daly had their pistols on the table, among the bottles though what they wanted 'em there for I

couldn't see and Moran had stuck his on the back of the piano. That showed me he was close up drunk, for

Mrs. Whitman was sitting crouched up in a chair behind her daughter, with a stony face, looking as if the end

of the world was come. I hardly knew her again. She was a very kind woman, too; many a glass of grog she'd

given me at shearing time, and medicine too, once I was sick there with influenza.

But Miss Falkland; I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She was sitting on the sofa against the wall, quite upright,

with her hands before her, and her eyes looking half proudly, half miserable, round the room. You couldn't

hardly tell she was frightened except by a kind of twitching of her neck and shoulders.

Presently Moran, who was more than half boozed as it was, and kept on drinking, calls out to Miss Whitman

`Come, Miss Polly,' says he, `you can sing away fast enough for your dashed old father and some o' them

swells from Bathurst. By George, you must tune your pipe a bit this time for Dan Moran.'

The poor girl said she couldn't sing just then, but she'd play as much as he liked.

`Yer'd better sing now,' he drawls out, `unless ye want me to come and make you. I know you girls wants

Poor Miss Mary breaks out at once into some kind of a song the pitifullest music ever you listened to.

Only I wanted to wait a bit, so as to come in right once for all, I'd have gone at him, hammer and tongs, that

All this time Burke and Daly were goin' in steady at the brandy, finished one bottle and tackled another. They

began to get noisy and talked a lot, and sung a kind of a chorus to Miss Mary's song.

After the song was over, Moran swore he'd have another one. She'd never sing for him any more, he said,

unless she took a fancy to him, and went back to the Weddin Mountains with them.

`It ain't a bad name for a mountain, is it, miss?' says he, grinning. Then, fixing his black snake's eyes on her,

`By gum!' he says, `I must have a dance; blest if I don't! First chop music good room this three gals

and the missus course we must. I'm regular shook on the polka. You play us a good 'un, Polly, or whatever

yer name is. Dan Moran's goin' to enjoy himself this night if he never sees another. Come on, Burke. Patsey,

`Come, Moran,' says Burke, `none of your larks; we're very jolly, and the young ladies ain't on for a hop; are

ye, miss?' and he looked over at the youngest Miss Whitman, who stared at him for a moment, and then hid

`Are you agoin' to play as I told yer?' says Moran. `D'ye think yer know when yer well off?'

The tone of voice he said this in and the look seemed to frighten the poor girl so that she started an oldstyle

polka there and then, which made him bang his heels on the floor and spin round as if he'd been at a

dancehouse. As soon as he'd done two or three turns he walks over to the sofa and sits down close to Miss

`Come, Fanny Falkland,' says he, `or whatever they call yer; you're so dashed proud yer won't speak to a bush

cove at all. You can go home by'n by, and tell your father that you had a twirlround with Dan Moran, and

Anything like the disgust, misery, and rage mixed up that came into Miss Falkland's face all in a moment and

togetherlike, I never saw. She made no sound, but her face grew paler and paler; she turned white to the lips,

as trembled and worked in spite of her. She struggled fierce and wild for nigh a solid minute to clear herself

from him, while her beautiful eyes moved about like I've seen a wild animal's caught in a trap. Then, when

she felt her strength wasn't no account against his, she gave one piercing, terrible scream, so long and

I lifted up the windowsash quick, and jumped in; but before I made two steps Jim sprang past me, and raised

`Drop her!' he shouts to Moran; `you hound! Leave go Miss Falkland, or by the living God I'll blow your

head off, Dan Moran, before you can lift your hand! How dare you touch her, you cowardly dog!'

Moran was that stunned at seeing us show up so sudden that he was a good bit took off his guard, cool card as

he was in a general way. Besides, he'd left his revolver on the piano close by the armchair, where his grog

was. Burke and Daly were no better off. They found Starlight and Warrigal covering them with their pistols,

so that they'd have been shot down before they could so much as reach for their tools.

But Jim couldn't wait; and just as Moran was rising on his feet, feeling for the revolver that wasn't in his belt

(and that I never heard of his being without but that once), he jumps at him like a wallaroo, and, catching him

by the collar and waistbelt, lifts him clean off his feet as if he'd been a child, and brings him agen the corner

of the wall with all his full strength. I thought his brains was knocked out, dashed if I didn't. I heard Moran's

head sound against the stone wall with a dull sort of thud; and on the floor he drops like a dead man never

`Stash that, now,' says Burke; `don't touch him again, Jim Marston. He's got as much as 'll do him for a bit;

and I don't say it don't serve him right. I don't hold with being rough to women. It ain't manly, and we've got

`Then why the devil didn't you stop it?' says Starlight. `You deserve the same sauce, you and Daly, for sitting

there like a couple of children, and letting that ruffian torment these helpless ladies. If you fellows go on

sticking up on your own account, and I hear a whisper of your behaving yourselves like brutes, I'll turn

policeman myself for the pleasure of running you in. Now, mind that, you and Daly too. Where's Wall and

`That's fair game, and all in the day's work. I don't care what you take or whom you shoot for that matter, as

long as it's all in fair fight; but I'll have none of this sort of work if I'm to be captain, and you're all sworn to

obey me, mind that. I'll have to shoot a man yet, I see, as I've done before now, before I can get attended to.

That brute's coming to. Lift him up, and clear out of this place as soon as you can. I'll wait behind.'

They blundered out, taking Moran with them, who seemed quite stupid like, and staggered as he walked. He

wasn't himself for a week after, and longer too, and threatened a bit, but he soon saw he'd no show, as all the

Old Jim stood up by the fireplace after that, never stirring nor speaking, with his eyes fixed on Miss Falkland,

who had got back her colour, and though she panted a bit and looked raised like, she wasn't much different

from what we'd seen her before at the old place. The two Misses Whitman, poor girls, were standing up with

their arms round one another's necks, and the tears running down their faces like rain. Mrs. Whitman was

lying back in her chair with her hands over her face cryin' to herself quiet and easy, and wringing her hands.

Then Starlight moved forward and bowed to the ladies as if he was just coming into a ballroom, like I saw

`Permit me to apologise, Mrs. Whitman, and to you, my dear young ladies, for the rudeness of one of my

men, whom I unhappily was not able to restrain. I have had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Whitman, and I hope

you will express my regret that I was not in time to save you from the great annoyance to which you have

`Oh! I shall be grateful all my life to you, and so, I'm sure, will Mr. Whitman, when he returns; and oh! Sir

Ferdinand, if you and these two good young men, who, I suppose, are policemen in plain clothes, had not

`I am afraid you are labouring under some mistake, my dear madam. I have not the honour to be Sir

Ferdinand Morringer or any other baronet at present; but I assure you I feel the compliment intensely. I am

Here the Misses Whitman, in spite of all their terror and anxiety, were so tickled by the idea of their mother

mistaking Starlight and the Marstons for Sir Ferdinand and his troopers that they began to laugh, not but what

Miss Falkland got up then and walked forward, looking just the way her father used to do. She spoke to

`I have never seen you before, but I have often heard of you, Captain Starlight, if you will allow me to

address you by that title. Believe me when I say that by your conduct tonight you have won our deepest

gratitude more than that, our respect and regard. Whatever may be your future career, whatever the fate

that your wild life may end in, always believe there are those who will think of you, pray for you, rejoice in

your escapes, and sorrow sincerely for your doom. I can answer for myself, and I am sure for my cousins

Then she turned to Jim, who still stood there looking at her with his big gray eyes, that had got ever so much

`You, poor old Jim,' she said, and she took hold of his brown hand and held it in her own, `I am more sorry

than I can tell to hear all I have done about you and Dick too. This is the second time you have saved me, and

I am not the girl to forget it, if I could only show my gratitude. Is there any way?'

`Your wife? Oh yes, I heard about her,' looking at him so kind and gentlelike. `I saw it all in the papers.

`Esplanade Hotel, St. Kilda,' says Jim, taking a small bit of a letter out of his pocket.

`Very well, Jim, I have a friend who lives near it. She will find her out, and do all for her that can be done.

But why don't you why don't all of you contrive to get away somehow from this hateful life, and not bring

ruin and destruction on the heads of all who love you? Say you will try for their sake for my sake.'

`It's too late, Miss Falkland,' I said. `We're all thankful to you for the way you've spoken. Jim and I would be

proud to shed our blood for you any time, or Mr. Falkland either. We'll do what we can, but we'll have to

fight it out to the end now, and take our chance of the bullet coming before the rope. Goodnight, Miss

She shook hands heartily with me and Jim, but when she came to Starlight he raised her hand quite respectful

like and just touched it with his lips. Then he bowed low to them all and walked slowly out.

When we got to the publichouse, which wasn't far off, we found that Moran and the other two had stayed

there a bit till Wall and Hulbert came; then they had a drink all round and rode away. The publican said

Moran was in an awful temper, and he was afraid he'd have shot somebody before the others got him started

`It's a mercy you went over, Captain,' says he; `there'd have been the devil to pay else. He swore he'd burn the

`He'll get caught one of these fine days,' says Starlight. `There's more risk at one station than halfadozen

`Where's Mr. Whitman, Jack?' says I to the landlord (he wasn't a bad sort, old Jack Jones). `What made him

`Well, it was this way. He heard that all the shepherds at the lower station had cut it to the diggings, ye see;

so he thought he'd make a dart up to the Castlereagh and rig'late the place a bit. He'll be back afore morning.'

`Well, he's ridin' that famous roan pony o' his, and he always comes back from the station in one day, though

he takes two to go; eightyfive miles every yard of it. It's a big day, but that pony's a rum un, and can jump

`I daresay he will, and no wonder. The missus must ha' been awful frightened, and the young ladies too.

It wasn't so very late after all when we got back to Jonathan's; so, as the horses wanted a bit of a rest and a

They were full of curiosity, you bet, to know how we got on when they heard Moran was there and the

others. So bit by bit they picked it out of us. When they heard it all, Maddie got up and threw her arms round

`I may kiss you now you're married,' she says, `and I know there's only one woman in the world for you; but

you deserve one from every woman in the country for smashing that wretch Moran. It's a pity you didn't

break his neck. Never mind, old man; Miss Falkland won't forget you for that, you take my word. I'm proud

Jim just sat there and let her talk to him. He smiled in a serious kind of way when she ran over to him first;

but, instead of a goodlooking girl, it might have been his grandmother for all he seemed to care.

`You're a regular old image, Jim,' says she. `I hope none of my other friends 'll get married if it knocks all the

go out of them, same as it has from you. However, you can stand up for a friend, can't you? You wouldn't see

me trod upon; d'ye think you would, now? I'd stand up for you, I know, if you was bested anywhere.'

`My dear Maddie,' says Starlight, `James is in that particular stage of infatuation when a man only sees one

woman in the whole world. I envy him, I assure you. When your day comes you will understand much of

`I suppose so,' said Maddie, going back to her seat with a wondering, queer kind of look. `But it must be

dreadful dull being shut in for weeks and weeks in one place, perhaps, and with only one man.'

`I have heard it asserted,' he says, `that a slight flavour of monotony occasionally assails the honeymoon.

Variety is the salt of life, I begin to think. Some of these fine days, Maddie, we'll both get married and

`You'll have to look out, then,' says Bella. `All the girls about here are getting snapped up quick. There's such

a lot of young bankers, Government officers, and swells of all sorts about the diggings now, not to reckon the

goldenhole men, that we girls have double the pull we had before the gold. Why, there was my old

schoolmate, Clara Mason, was married last week to such a fine young chap, a surveyor. She'd only known

`Well, I'll come and dance at your wedding if you'll send me an invite,' says Starlight.

`Will you, though?' she said. `Wouldn't it be fun? Unless Sir Ferdinand was there. He's a great friend of mine,

`I'll come if his Satanic Majesty himself was present (he occasionally does attend a wedding, I've heard), and

`There's my hand on it,' says she. `I wonder how you'll manage it, but I'll leave that to you. It mightn't be so

long either. And now it's time for us all to go to bed. Jim's asleep, I believe, this half hour.'

This bit of a barney, of course, made bad blood betwixt us and Moran's mob, so for a spell Starlight and

father thought it handier for us to go our own road and let them go theirs. We never could agree with chaps

like them, and that was the long and short of it. They were a deal too rough and ready for Starlight; and as for

Jim and me, though we were none too good, we couldn't do some of the things these coves was up to, nor

stand by and see 'em done, which was more. This time we made up our mind to go back to the Hollow and

We hadn't heard anything of Aileen and the old mother for weeks and weeks, so we fixed it that we should

sneak over to Rocky Flat, one at a time, and see how things were going, and hearten 'em up a bit. When we

did get to the Hollow, instead of being able to take it easy, as we expected, we found things had gone wrong

as far as the devil could send 'em that way if he tried his best. It seems father had taken a restless fit himself,

and after we were gone had crossed Nulla Mountain to some place above Rocky Flat, to where he could see

Before I go further I might as well tell you that, along with the whacking big reward that was offered for all

of us, a good many coves as fancied themselves a bit had turned amateur policemen, and had all kinds of

plans and dodges for catching us dead or alive. Now, men that take to the bush like us don't mind the regular

paid force much, or bear them any malice. It's their duty to catch us or shoot us if we bolt, and ours to take all

Well, as I was sayin', we don't have it in for the regulars in the police; it's all fair pulling, `pull devil pull

baker', some one has to get the worst of it. Now it's us, now it's them, that gets took or rubbed out, and no

But what us cross coves can't stand and are mostly sure to turn nasty on is the notion of fellows going into the

manhunting trade, with us for game, either for the fun of it or for the reward. That reward means the money

paid for our blood. WE DON'T LIKE IT. It may seem curious, but we don't; and them as take up the line as a

game to make money or fun out of, when they've no call to, find out their mistake, sometimes when it's a deal

Now we'd heard that a party of four men some of them had been gaol warders and some hadn't had

made it up to follow us up and get us one way or the other if it was to be done. They weren't in the police, but

they thought they knew quite as much as the police did; and, besides, the reward, 5000 Pounds, if they got

Well, nothing would knock it out of these chaps' heads but that we were safe to be grabbed in the long run

trying to make into the old home. This was what made them gammon to be surveyors when they first came,

as we heard about, and go measuring and tapelining about, when there wasn't a child over eight years old on

the whole creek that couldn't have told with half an eye they wasn't nothing of the sort.

Well, as bad luck would have it, just as father was getting down towards the place he meets Moran and Daly,

who were making over to the Fish River on a cattleduffing lay of their own. They were pretty hard up; and

Moran after his rough and tumble with Jim, in which he had come off second best, was ready for anything

After he'd a long yarn with them about cattle and horses and what not, he offered them a tenpound note each

if they'd do what he told them. Dad always carried money about with him; he said it came in handy. If the

police didn't take him, they wouldn't get it; and if they did take him, why, nothing would matter much and it

might go with the rest. It came in handy enough this time, anyhow, though it helped what had been far better

I remember what a blinded rage father got into when he first had Aileen's letter, and heard that these men

were camped close to the old house, poking about there all day long, and worrying and frightening poor

Well, it seems on this particular day they'd been into the little township, and I suppose got an extra glass of

grog. Anyhow, when they came back they began to be more venturesome than they generally were. One chap

came into the house and began talking to Aileen, and after a bit mother goes into her bedroom, and Aileen

comes out into the verandah and begins to wash some clothes in a tub, splashing the water pretty well about

What must this fool do but begin to talk about what white arms she'd got not that they were like that

much, she'd done too much hard work lately to have her arms, or hands either, look very grand; and at last he

began to be saucy, telling her as no Marston girl ought to think so much of herself, considerin' who and what

she was. Well, the end of it was father heard a scream, and he looked out from where he was hidden and saw

Aileen running down the garden and the fellow after her. He jumps out, and fires his revolver slapbang at the

chap; it didn't hit him, but it went that close that he stopped dead and turned round to see who it was.

`Ben Marston, by all that's lucky, boys!' says he, as two of the other chaps came running down at the shot.

`We've got the ould sarpint out of his hole at last.' With that they all fires at father as quick as they could

draw; and Aileen gives one scream and starts running along the track up the hill that leads to George

Father drops; one of the bullets had hit him, but not so bad as he couldn't run, so he ups again and starts

running along the gully, with the whole four of them shouting and swearin' after him, making sure they got

`Two hundred a man, boys,' the big fellow in the lead says; `and maybe we'll take tay with the rest of 'em

They didn't know the man they were after, or they'd have just as soon have gone to `take tea', as they called it,

Father put on one of his old poacher dodges that he had borrowed from the lapwing in his own country, that

he used to tell us about when we were boys (our wild duck 'll do just the same), and made himself out a deal

worse than he was. Father could run a bit, too; he'd been fast for a mile when he was young, and though he

was old now he never carried no flesh to signify, and was as hard as nails. So what with knowing the ground,

and they being flatcountry men, he kept just out of pistolshot, and yet showed enough to keep 'em filled up

They fired a shot every now and then, thinking a chance one might wing him, but this only let Moran and

They held steady where they had been told to stop, and looked out for the men they'd been warned of by

father. As he got near this place he kept lettin' 'em git a bit nearer and nearer to him, so as they'd follow him

up just where he wanted. It gave them more chance of hitting him, but he didn't care about that, now his

blood was up not he. All he wanted was to get them. Dad was the coolest old cove, when shooting was

Well, he goes stumbling and dragging himself like up the gully, and they, cocksure of getting him, closing up

and shooting quicker and quicker, when just as he jumps down the Black Gully steps a bullet did hit him in

the shoulder under the right arm, and staggers him in good earnest. He'd just time to cut down the bank and

turn to the left along the creek channel, throwing himself down on his face among the bushes, when the

`Stand!' says Moran, and they looked up and saw him and Daly covering them with their revolvers. Before

The other two were dumbfoundered and knocked all of a heap by suddenly finding themselves face to face

with the very men they'd been hunting after for weeks and weeks. They held up their pistols, but they didn't

seem to have much notion of using them particularly when they found father had rounded on 'em too, and

was standing a bit away on the side looking very ugly and with his revolver held straight at 'em.

`Give in! Put down your irons,' says Moran, `or by , we'll drop ye where ye stand.'

He'd 'a been better off if he had. It couldn't have been worse for him; but the other one didn't see a chance,

It was curious now as these two were both men that father and Moran had a down on. They'd better have

fought it out as long as they could stand up. There's no good got by givin' in that I ever seen. Men as does so

First thing, then, they tied 'em with their hands behind 'em, and let 'em stand up near their mates that were

down dead enough, both of them, one shot through the heart and one through the head.

`But I remember you devilish well,' says Moran; `and so you'll find afore we leave this.' Then he took another

smoke. `Weren't you warder in Berrima Gaol,' says he, `about seven year ago? Ah! now we're coming to it.

You don't remember getting Daniel Moran a prisoner serving a long sentence there seven days' solitary

`Yes, I do remember now. I'd forgotten your face. I was only doing my duty, and I hope you won't bear any

`It was a little thing to you, maybe,' says Moran; `but if you'd had to do seven long days and long cold nights

in that devil's den, you'd 'a thought more about it. But you will now. My turn's come.'

`I didn't do it to you more than to the rest. I had to keep order in the gaol, and devilish hard work it was.'

`You're a liar,' says Moran, striking him across the face with his clenched hand. `You had a down on me

because I wouldn't knuckle down to you like some of them, and so you dropped it on to me every turn you

could get. I was a youngster then, and might have grown into a man if I'd been let. But fellows like you are

`I don't like ye any the worse for being cheeky,' says Moran, `and standing up to me, but it's too late. The last

punishment I got, when I was kept in irons night and day for a month because I'd tried to get out, I swore I'd

`You'll never shoot me in cold blood,' says the poor devil, beginning to look blue about the lips.

`I don't know what old Ben's going to do with the man he found chevying his daughter,' says Moran, looking

at him with his deadly blacksnake eyes, `but I'm agoin' to shoot you as soon as I've smoked out this pipe,

`I don't mind a shot or two,' says Daly, `but I'm dashed if I can stand by and see men killed in cold blood.

You coves have your own reasons, I suppose, but I shall hook it over to the Fish River. You know where to

We got fresh horses and rode over quick to Rocky Flat. We took Warrigal with us, and followed our old track

across Nulla Mountain till we got within a couple of miles of the place. Warrigal picked up the old mare's

tracks, so we knew father had made over that way, and there was no call for us to lose time running his trail

any longer. Better go straight on to the house and find out what had happened there. We sent Warrigal on

`I bin see old missis,' he says. `She yabber that one makebelieve constable bin there. Gammonlike it

surveyor, and bimeby old man Ben gon' alonga hut, and that one pleeceman fire at him and all about, and him

`Bale! me see um tentdog tied up. Cake alonga fireplace, all burn to pieces. No come home last night. I

`Come along, boys,' says Starlight, jumping into his saddle. `The old man might have been hit. We must run

We skirted the hut and kept out wide till Warrigal cut the tracks, which he did easy enough. We couldn't see a

blessed thing. Warrigal rode along with his head down, reading every tuft of grass, every little stone turned

`Your old fader run likit Black Gully. Two fellow track here bullet longa this one tree.' Here he pointed to

a scratch on the side of a box tree, in which the rough bark had been shivered. `Bimeby two fellow more

come; 'nother one bullet; 'nother one here, too. This one blood drop longa white leaf.'

Here he picked up a dried gum leaf, which had on the upper side a dark red spot, slightly irregular.

We had it all now. We came to a place where two horses had been tied to a tree. They had been stamping and

pawing, as if they had been there a goodish while and had time to get pretty sick of it.

`That near side one Moran's horse, pigeontoes; me know 'em,' says Warrigal. `Off side one Daly's roan

`What the blazes were they doing hereabouts?' says Starlight. `This begins to look complicated. Whatever the

row was, Daly and he were in it. There's no one rich enough to rob hereabouts, is there? I don't like the look

We said nothing to each other, but rode along as fast as Warrigal could follow the line. The sky, which was

bright enough when we started, clouded over, and in less than ten minutes the wind rose and rain began to

pour down in buckets, with no end of thunder and lightning. Then it got that cold we could hardly sit on our

horses for trembling. The sky grew blacker and blacker. The wind began to whistle and cry till I could almost

swear I heard some one singing out for help. Nulla Mountain was as black as your hat, and a kind of curious

feeling crept over me, I hardly knew why, as if something was going to happen, I didn't know what.

I fully expected to find father dead; and, though he wasn't altogether a good father to us, we both felt bad at

the notion of his lyin' there cold and stiff. I began to think of him as he used to be when we were boys, and

when he wasn't so out and out hard and had a kind word for poor mother and a kiss for little Aileen.

But if he were shot or taken, why hadn't these other men come back? We had just ridden by their tents, and

they looked as if they'd just been left for a bit by men who were coming back at night. The dog was howling

and looked hungry. Their blankets were all thrown about. Anyhow, there was a kettle on the fire, which was

gone out; and more than that, there was the damper that Warrigal had seen lying in the ashes all burnt to a

Everything looked as if they'd gone off in a hurry, and never come back at night or since. One of their horses

was tied with a tether rope close to the tent poles, and he'd been walking round and trampling down the grass,

We rode on, hardly looking at one another, but following Warrigal, who rattled on now, hardly looking at the

ground at all, like a dog with a burning scent. All of a sudden he pulls up, and points to a dip into a cross

Sure enough, just above the drop down, where we used to gallop our ponies in old times and laugh to see 'em

throw up their tails, there were halfadozen crows and a couple of eaglehawks high up in the sky,

`By George! they've got the old man,' says Jim. `Come on, Dick. I never thought poor old dad would be run

`Or he's got them!' says Starlight, curling his lip in a way he had. `I don't believe your old governor's dead till

We all pulled up at the side of the gully or dry creek, whatever it was, and jumped off our horses, leaving

`Great God!' Starlight cries out, `what's that?' and he pointed to a small sloping bit of grass just underneath

They were asleep, never to wake. As we stood side by side by the dead men, for there were four of them, we

shook so, Jim and I, that we leaned against one another for support. We had never seen a sight before that like

There they lay, four dead men. We didn't know them ourselves, but guessed they were Hagan and his lot.

How else did they come there? and how could dad have shot them all by himself, and laid them out there?

We looked and looked. I rubbed my eyes. Could it be real? The sky was dark, and the daylight going fast.

The mountain hung over us black and dreadfullooking. The wind whimpered up and down the hillside with

a sort of cry in it. Everything was dark and dismal and almost unnaturallooking.

All four men were lying on their backs side by side, with their eyes staring up to the sky staring

staring! When we got close beside them we could see they had all been shot one man through the head,

the rest through the body. The two nearest to me had had their hands tied; the bit of rope was lying by one

One had been so close to the man that shot him that the powder had burnt his shirt. It wasn't for anything they

had either, for every man's notes (and one had four fives and some ones) were pinned to them outside of their

pockets, as if to show every one that those who killed them wanted their blood and not their money.

`This is a terrible affair, boys,' said Starlight; and his voice sounded strange and hoarse. `I never thought we

should be mixed up with a deed like this. I see how it was done. They have been led into a trap. Your father

has made 'em think they could catch him; and had Daly and Moran waiting for them one on each side of

this hole here. Warrigal' for he had tied up his horse and crept up `how many bin here?'

`That one ran down here one after one. I see 'em boot. Moran stand here. Patsey Daly lie down behind that

ole log. All about bootnail mark. Old man Ben he stand here. Dog bite'm this one.'

Here he stooped and touched a dead man's ankle. Sure enough there was the mark of Crib's teeth, with the

`Two fellow tumble down fustlike; then two fellow bimeby. One two three fellow track go along a

flat that way. Then that one get two horses and ridem likit Fish River. Penty blood tumble down here.'

This was the ciphering up of the whole thing. It was clear enough now. Moran and Daly had waited for them

here, and had shot down the two first men. Of the others, it was hard to say whether they died in fair fight or

had been taken prisoners and shot afterwards. Either way it was bad enough. What a noise it would make!

The idea of four men, well known to the Government, and engaged in hunting down outlaws on whose head a

price was set, to be deliberately shot murdered in cold blood, as there was some ground for thinking to be

We had done things that were bad enough, but a deliberate, coldblooded, shameful piece of bloodshed like

There was nothing more to be done. We couldn't stay any longer looking at the dead men; it was no use

burying them, even if we'd had the time. We hadn't done it, though we should be sure to be mixed up with it

`We must be moving, lads,' said Starlight. `As soon as this gets wind there'll be another rush out this way, and

every policeman and newspaper reporter in the country will be up at Black Gully. When they're found

everybody will see that they've been killed for vengeance and not for plunder. But the sooner they're found

`Best send word to Billy the Boy,' I said; `he'll manage to lay them on without hurting himself.'

`All right. Warrigal knows a way of communicating with him; I'll send him off at once. And now the sooner

We rode all night. Anything was better than stopping still with such thoughts as we were likely to have for

companions. About daylight we got to the Hollow. Not far from the cave we found father's old mare with the

saddle on and the reins trailing on the ground. There was a lot of blood on the saddle too, and the reins were

We knew then something was wrong, and that the old man was hard hit, or he'd never have let her go loose

like that. When we got to the cave the dog came out to meet us, and then walked back whining in a queer way

There was father, sure enough, lying on his face in a pool of blood, and to all appearances as dead as the men

We lifted him up, and Starlight looked close and careful at him by the light of the dawn, that was just

`He's not dead; I can feel his heart beat,' he said. `Carry him in, boys, and we'll soon see what's the matter

We took his waistcoat and shirt off a coat he never wore unless it was raining. Hard work we had to do it,

`By gum! he's been hit bad enough,' says Jim. `Look here, and here, poor old dad!'

`There's not much "poor" about it, Jim,' says Starlight. `Men that play at bowls must expect to get rubbers.

They've come off second best in this row, and I wish it had been different, for several reasons.'

Dad was hit right through the top of the left shoulder. The ball had gone through the muscle and lodged

somewhere. We couldn't see anything of it. Another bullet had gone right through him, as far as we could

`That looks like a goodbye shot,' says Starlight; `see how the blood comes welling out still; but it hasn't

touched the lungs. There's no blood on his lips, and his breathing is all right. What's this? Only through the

muscle of the right arm. That's nothing; and this graze on the ribs, a mere scratch. Dash more water in his

After a few minutes he did come to, sure enough, and looked round when he found himself in bed.

`Dashed if I ever thought I'd get here,' he says. `I was that bad I nearly tumbled off the old mare miles away.

She must have carried me in while I was unsensible. I don't remember nothing after we began to get down the

`That's all right. Bring me a taste of grog, will ye; I'm a'most dead with thirst. Where did I come from last, I

wonder? Oh, I seem to know now. Settling accounts with that dog that insulted my gal. Moran got

square with t'other. That'll learn 'em to leave old Ben Marston alone when he's not meddling with them.'

`Never mind talking about that now,' I said. `You had a near shave of it, and it will take you all your time to

`I wasn't hit bad till just as I was going to drop down into Black Gully,' he said. `I stood one minute, and that

cursed wretch Hagan had a steady shot at me. I had one at him afterwards, though, with his hands tied, too.'

`God forgive you!' says Jim, `for shooting men in cold blood. I couldn't do it for all the gold in Turon, nor for

`You're too soft, Jim,' says the old man. `You ain't a bad chap; but any young fellow of ten years old can buy

`Here it is,' says Jim; `and then you lie down and take a sleep. You'll have to be quiet and obey orders now

The brandy and water fetched him to pretty well, but after that he began to talk, and we couldn't stop him.

Towards night he got worse and worse and his head got hotter, and he kept on with all kinds of nonsense,

screeching out that he was going to be hung and they were waiting to take him away, but if he could get the

old mare he'd be all right; besides a lot of mixedup things about cattle and horses that we didn't know the

Starlight said he was delirious, and that if he hadn't some one to nurse him he'd die as sure as fate. We

couldn't be always staying with him, and didn't understand what was to be done much. We didn't like to let

him lie there and die, so at long last we made up our minds to see if we could get Aileen over to nurse him for

Well, we scribbled a bit of a letter and sent Warrigal off with it. Wasn't it dangerous for him? Not a bit of it.

He could go anywhere all over the whole country, and no trooper of them all could manage to put the

bracelets on him. The way he'd work it would be to leave his horse a good way the other side of George

Storefield's, and to make up as a regular blackfellow. He could do that firstrate, and talk their lingo, too, just

like one of themselves. Gin or blackfellow, it was all the same to Warrigal. He could make himself as black

as soot, and go barefooted with a blanket or a 'possum rug round him and beg for siccapence, and nobody'd

ever bowl him out. He took us in once at the diggings; Jim chucked him a shilling, and told him to go away

So away Warrigal went, and we knew he'd get through somehow. He was one of those chaps that always does

what they're told, and never comes back and says they can't do it, or they've lost their horse, or can't find the

No; once he'd started there was no fear of him not scoring somehow or other. Whatever Starlight told him to

do, day or night, foul weather or fair, afoot or on horseback, that thing was done if Warrigal was alive to do

What we'd written to Aileen was telling her that father was that bad we hardly thought he'd pull through, and

How to get her over was not the easiest thing in the world, but she could ride away on her old pony without

anybody thinking but she was going to fetch up the cows, and then cut straight up the gully to the old yard in

the scrub on Nulla Mountain. One of us would meet her there with a fresh horse and bring her safe into the

Hollow. If all went well she would be there in the afternoon on a certain day; anyhow we'd be there to meet

She wouldn't fail us, we were dead sure. She had suffered a lot by him and us too; but, like most women, the

very moment anything happened to any of us, even to dad, everything flew out of her head, except that we

were sick or sorry and wanted her help. Help, of course; wasn't she willing to give that, and her rest and

comfort, health, even life itself, to wear herself out, hand and foot, for any one of her own family?

So poor Aileen made her way up all alone to the old scrub stockyard. Jim and I had ridden up to it pretty

early (he wouldn't stop behind) with a nice, wellbred little horse that had shone a bit at country races for her

to ride on. We waited there a goodish while, we lying down and our horses hung up not far off for fear we

At last we sees the old pony's head coming bobbing along through the scrub along the wornout cattle track,

grown up as it was, and sure enough there was Aileen on him, with her gray riding skirt and an old felt hat

on. She'd nothing with her; she was afraid to bring a ha'porth of clothes or anything for fear they should any

of 'em tumble that she was going a long way, and, perhaps, follow her up. So she had to hand that over to

Warrigal, and trust to him to bring it on some way or other. We saw her before she saw us, and Jim gave a

whistle just as he used to do when he was coming home late at night. She knew it at once, and a smile for a

minute came over her pale face; such a sad sort of one it was too, as if she was wondering at herself that she

Whatever thoughts was in her mind, she roused up the old pony, and came towards us quick as soon as she

catches sight of us. In two seconds Jim had lifted her down in his strong arms, and was holding her off the

ground and hugging her as if she'd been a child. How the tears ran down her cheeks, though all the time she

was kissing him with her arms round his neck; and me too, when I came up, just as if we were boys and girls

`Very bad,' I said; `off his head, and raving. It'll be a close thing with him. Here's your horse now, and a good

She patted his neck and we turned him loose. He slued round and went away steady, picking a bit as he went.

We'd brought a bit to eat and a glass of wine for the girl in case she was faint, but she wouldn't take anything

but a crust of bread and a drink of water. There was a spring that ran all the year round near the cattleyard;

and off went we, old Lieutenant holding up his head and showing himself off. He didn't get such a rider on

`What a dear horse,' she said, as she pulled him together a bit like and settled herself fair and square in the

saddle. `Oh, how I could enjoy all this if if O my God! shall we ever know a moment's peace and

happiness in this world again? Are we always to be sunk in wretchedness and misery as long as we live?'

We didn't lose much time after that, you be sure. Up and down, thick and open, rough or smooth, we made

the pace good, and Aileen gave us all we knew to keep ahead of her. We had a good light when we got to the

drop down into the Hollow. The sun was just setting, and if we'd had time or thought to give to the looks of

All the Hollow was lighted up, and looked like a green sea with islands of trees in it. The rock towers on the

other side of the range were shining and glittering like as if they were made of crystallised quartz or

diamonds red and white. There was a sort of mist creeping up the valley at the lower end under the

mountain that began to soften the fire colours, and mix them up like. Even the mountain, that mostly looked

black and dreary, frowning at our ways, was of purple and gold, with pale shadows of green and gray.

`So this is the Hollow,' she said, half talking to herself, `that I've heard and thought so much about. What a

lovely, lovely place! Surely it ought to have a different effect on the people that lived there.'

`Better come off, Ailie, and lead your horse down here,' says Jim, `unless you want to ride down, like

`Starlight! is he here?' she said, in a surprised sort of way. `I never thought of that.'

`Won't you get off? It's not altogether safe,' I said, `though Lieutenant's all right on his old pins.'

`Safe!' she said, with a bitter sort of laugh. `What does it matter if a Marston girl does break her neck, or her

She never said another word, but sat upright with a set face on her, as the old horse picked his way down after

ours, and except when he put his foot on a rolling stone, never made a slip or a stumble all the way down,

When we got to the valley we put on a spurt to the cave, and found Warrigal sitting on the log in front of us.

He'd got home first, of course, and there was Aileen's bundle, a biggish one too, alongside of him. We could

hear father raving and screaming out inside dreadful. Starlight wasn't nigh hand anywhere. He had walked off

`No! Captain say big one sleep. Him give him medicine like; then wake up and go on likit that. I believe him

Aileen had jumped off her horse and gone in to the old man the moment we came up and she heard his voice.

All that long night we could hear him talking to himself, groaning, cursing, shouting, arguing. It was

wonderful how a man who talked so little as father could have had so many thoughts in his mind. But then

they all are boxed up together in every man's heart. At a time like this they come racing and tumbling out like

a flock of sheep out of a yard when the hurdle's down. What a dashed queer thing human nature is when you

come to think of it. That a man should be able to keep his tongue quiet, and shut the door on all the sounds

and images and wishes that goes racing about inside of his mind like wild horses in a paddock!

One day he'll be smiling and sensible, looking so honest all the time. Next day a knock on the head or a little

vein goes crack in the brain (as the doctor told me); then the rails are down, and everything comes out with a

rush into the light of day right and wrong, foul and fair, station brands and clearskins, it don't make no

Father was always one of the closest men that ever lived. He never told us much about his old life at home or

after he came out here. Now he was letting drop things here and there that helped us to a few secrets he'd

never told to no man. They made poor Aileen a bit more miserable than she'd been before, if that was

possible; but it didn't matter much to us. We were pretty tired ourselves that night, and so we got Aileen all

While we were away to meet her some one had taken the trouble to put up a bit of a partition, separating that

part of the cave from the other; it was built up of stone there was plenty about and not so roughly done

either. It made Aileen feel a lot more comfortable. Of course there was only one man who could have done it;

Towards morning father went into a heavy sleep; he didn't wake till the afternoon. Poor Aileen was able to

get a doze and change her dress. After breakfast, while we were having a bit of a chat, in walks Starlight. He

bowed to Aileen quite respectful, as he always did to a woman, and then shook hands with her.

`Welcome to the Hollow, Miss Marston,' he said. `I can't say how charmed I am in one sense, though I regret

`I'm glad to come, and only for poor father's being so bad I could delight in the life here.'

`He may awake free from fever,' says Starlight. `I took the risk of giving him an opiate before you came, and

`Oh! I hope he will be better when he wakes,' says Aileen, `and that I shall not have to watch through another

`Thank you; but I feel as if I couldn't leave him to anybody but myself. He seems so weak now; a little

`Pardon me, Miss Marston; you overrate the danger. Depend upon it, your respected parent will be quite a

different man in a week, though it may be a month or more before he is fully recovered. You don't know what

`You have given me fresh hope,' she said. `I feel quite cheered up that is' (and she sighed) `if I could be

Here she walked into the cave and sat down by father to watch till he awoke, and we all went out about our

daily work, whatever it was nothing very wonderful, I daresay, but it kept us from thinking.

Starlight was right. As luck would have it, father woke up a deal better than when he laid down. The fever

had gone away, his head was right again, and he began to ask for something to eat leastways to drink,

first. But Aileen wouldn't give him any of that, and very little to eat. Starlight had told her what to do in case

he wanted what wasn't good for him, and as she was pretty middling obstinate, like himself, she took her own

After this he began to get right; it wasn't easy to kill old dad. He seemed to be put together with wire and

whipcord; not made of flesh and blood like other men. I don't wonder old England's done so much and gone

so far with her soldiers and sailors if they was bred like him. It's my notion if they was caught young, kept

well under command, and led by men they respected, a regiment or a manofwar's crew like him would

knock smoke out of any other thousand men the world could put up. More's the pity there ain't some better

He was weak for a bit very weak; he'd lost a deal of blood; and, try how he would, he couldn't stand up

long at a time, and had to give in and lie down in spite of himself. It fretted him a deal, of course; he'd never

been on his back before, and he couldn't put up with it. Then his temper began to show again, and Aileen had

We'd got a few books, and there was the papers, of course, so she used to read to him by the hour together.

He was very fond of hearing about things, and, like a good many men that can't read and write, he was clever

enough in his own way. When she'd done all the newspapers they were old ones (we took care not to get

any fresh ones, for fear she'd see about Hagan and the others) she used to read about battles and seafights

to him; he cared about them more than anything, and one night, after her reading to him about the battle of

Trafalgar, he turned round to her and says, `I ought to have been in that packet, Ailie, my girl. I was near

going for a sailor once, on board a mano'war, too. I tried twice to get away to sea, that was before I'd

snared my first hare, and something stopped me both times. Once I was fetched back and flogged, and pretty

nigh starved. I never did no good afterwards. But it's came acrost me many and many a time that I'd been a

different sort o' chap if I'd had my will then. I was allays fond o' work, and there couldn't be too much fightin'

for me; so a mano'war in those days would have been just the thing to straighten me. That was the best

chance I ever had. Well, I don't say as I haven't had others plenty in this country, and good ones too; but it

was too late I'd got set. When a man's young, that's the time he can be turned right way or wrong. It's none

He went to sleep then, and Aileen said that was the only time he ever spoke to her in that way. We never

If we could have got some things out of our heads, that was the pleasantest time ever we spent in the Hollow.

After father could be left by himself for a few hours we got out the horses, and used to take Aileen out for

long rides all over the place, from one end to the other. It did her good, and we went to every hole and corner

in it. She was never tired of looking at the great rock towers, as we used to call 'em, where the sandstone

walls hung over, just like the pictures of castles, till, Starlight said, in the evenings you could fancy you saw

One afternoon we went out to the place where the old hermit had lived and died. We walked over his old

garden, and talked about the box we'd dug up, and all the rest of it. Starlight came with us, and he persuaded

She'd dressed herself up that afternoon just a little bit more than common, poor thing, and put a bit of pink

ribbon on and trimmed up her hat, and looked as if she began to see a little more interest in things. It didn't

take much to make her look nice, particularly on horseback. Her habit fitted her out and out, and she had the

sort of figure that, when a girl can ride well, and you see her swaying, graceful and easylike, to every

motion of a spirited horse, makes you think her handsomer than any woman can look on the ground. We rode

pretty fast always, and it brought a bit of colour to her face. The old horse got pulling and prancing a bit,

though he was that finetempered he'd carry a child almost, and Jim and I thought we hadn't seen her look

It was a beautiful warm evening, though summer was over, and we were getting into the cold nights and

sharp mornings again, just before the regular winter weather. There was going to be a change, and there were

a few clouds coming up from the northwest; but for all that it had been quite like a spring day. The turf on

all the flats in the Hollow was splendid and sound. The grass had never been cut up with too heavy stocking

(which ruins half the country, I believe), and there was a good thick undergrowth underneath. We had two or

three little creeks to cross, and they were pretty full, except at the crossing places, and rippled over the stones

and sparkled in the sun like the brooks we'd heard tell of in the old country. Everything was so quiet, and

bright and happylooking, that we could hardly fancy we were the men we were; and that all this wild work

There was Starlight riding alongside of Aileen on his secondbest horse, and he was no commoner either

(though he didn't come up to Rainbow, nor no other horse I ever saw), talking away in his pleasant,

easygoing way. You'd think he hadn't got a thing to trouble him in the world. She, for a wonder, was

smiling, and seemed to be enjoying herself for once in a way, with the old horse arching his neck, and

spinning along under her as light as a greyhound, and as smooth as oil. It was something like a pleasant ride. I

We rode up to the ruined hut of the solitary man who had lived there so long, and watched the sun go down

`What a wonderful thing to think of!' Aileen says, as she slipped down off her sidesaddle.

`Only to think that he was living here before we were born, or father came to Rocky Flat. Oh! if we could

have come here when we were little how we should have enjoyed it! It would have seemed fairyland to us.'

`It always astonishes me,' said Starlight, `how any human being can consent to live, year after year, the same

life in the same place. I should go mad halfadozen times over. Change and adventure are the very breath of

`He had the memory of his dead wife to keep him,' said Aileen. `Her spirit soothed the restless heart that

`It may be so,' said Starlight dreamily. `I have known no such influences. An outlaw I, by forest laws, almost

since the days of my boyhood, I shall be so till the day of my death,' he added.

`If I were a man I should go everywhere,' said Aileen, her eyes sparkling and her face regular lighted up. `I

have never been anywhere or seen anything, hardly so much as a church, a soldier, a shopwindow, or the

sea, begging his pardon for putting him last. But oh! what a splendid thing to be rich; no, not that altogether,

but to be able to go wherever you liked, and have enough not to be troubled about money.'

`To be free, and have a mind at ease; it doesn't seem so much,' said Starlight, talking almost to himself; `and

yet how we fools and madmen shut ourselves out of it for ever, for ever, sometimes by a single act of folly,

`The sun is going down behind the great rock tower,' Aileen says, as if she hadn't heard him. Perhaps she

didn't. When people have a lot on their minds they're half their time thinking their own thoughts. `How all the

lovely colours are fading away. Life seems so much like that a little brightness, then gray twilight, night

`Now and then there's a star; you must admit that, Miss Marston,' says he, cheerful and pleasant again; he was

never down for long at a time. `And there's that muchabused luminary, the moon; you'll see her before we

We had to ride a bit to get home with any kind of light, for we didn't want father to be growling or kicking up

a row with Warrigal that we left to look after him. But a few miles didn't matter much on such a road, and

The stars came out after a while, and the sky was that clear, without a cloud in it, that it was a better light to

ride by than the moon throws. Jim and I sometimes rode on one side and sometimes the other; but there was

old Rainbow always in the lead, playing with his bit and arching his neck, and going with Aileen's light

weight on him as if he could go on all night at the same pace and think nothing of it; and I believe he could.

When we got home dad was grumpy, and wondered what we wanted riding the horses about when there was

nothing to do and nothing to see. But Warrigal had made him a pot of tea, and he was able to smoke now; so

he wasn't so bad after all. We made ourselves pretty comfortable Aileen said she'd got a good appetite, for

a wonder and we sat chatting round the fire and talking away quite like old days till the moon was pretty

Father didn't get well all at once. He went back twice because he would try to do too much, and wouldn't be

said by Starlight or Aileen either when he took a thing into his head; then he'd have to be nursed and looked

after day and night again just the same as ever. So it took near a month before he was regularly on his pins

again, and going about as he did before he was hit. His right arm was a bit stiff, too; it used to pain and make

him swear awful now and again. Anyhow, Aileen made us that comfortable and happy while she was there,

Those were out and out the pleasantest days we ever spent in the Hollow the best time almost Jim and I

had had since we were boys. Nearly every day we rode out in the afternoon, and there wasn't a hole or corner,

a spring or a creek inside the walls of the old Hollow that we didn't show Aileen. She was that sort of girl she

took an interest in everything; she began to know all the horses and cattle as well as we did ourselves.

Rainbow was regular given up to her, and the old horse after a bit knew her as well as his master. I never seen

a decent horse that didn't like to have a woman on his back; that is, if she was young and lissom and could

ride a bit. They seem to know, in a sort of way. I've seen horses that were no chop for a man to ride, and that

wouldn't be particular about bucking you off if the least thing started them, but went as quiet as mice with a

So Aileen used to make Rainbow walk and amble his best, so that all the rest of us, when she did it for fun,

had to jog. Then she'd jump him over logs or the little trickling deep creeks that ran down to the main water;

or she'd pretend to have a race and go off full gallop, riding him at his best for a quarter of a mile; then he'd

`How strange all this is,' she said one day; `I feel as if I were living on an island. It's quite like playing at

"Robinson Crusoe", only there's no sea. We don't seem to be able to get out all the same. It's a happy,

peaceful life, too. Why can't we keep on for ever like this, and shut out the wicked, sorrowful world

`Quite of your opinion, Miss Marston; why should we ever change?' says Starlight, who was sitting down

with the rest of us by the side of our biggest river. We had been fishing all the afternoon and done well. `Let

us go home no more; I am quite contented. But what about poor Jim? He looks sadder every day.'

`He is fretting for his wife, poor fellow, and I don't wonder. You are one of those natures that never change,

Jim; and if you don't get away soon, or see some chance of rejoining her, you will die. How you are to do it I

`I am bound to make a try next month,' says Jim. `If I don't do something towards it I shall go mad.'

`You could not do a wiser thing,' says Starlight, `in one way, or more foolish thing in another. Meantime,

why should we not make the best of the pleasant surroundings with which Nature provides us here green

turf, sparkling water, good sport, and how bright a day! Could we be more favoured by Fortune, slippery

`Do you know, sometimes I really think I am enjoying myself,' said Aileen, half to herself, `and then I feel

that it must be a dream. Such dreadful things are waiting for me for us all.' Then she shuddered and

She did not know the most dreadful thing of all yet. We had carefully kept it from her. We chanced its not

reaching her ears until after she had got home safe and had time to grieve over it all by herself.

We had a kind of feeling somehow that us four might never meet again in the same way, or be able to enjoy

one another's company for a month, without fear of interruption, again, as long as we lived.

So we all made up our minds, in spite of the shadow of evil that would crawl up now and then, to enjoy each

Starlight for all that seemed altered like, and every now and then he'd go off with Warrigal and stay away

from daylight to dark. When he did come he'd sit for hours with his hands before him and never say a word to

any one. I saw Aileen watch him when he looked like that, not that she ever said anything, but pretended to

Other times he'd be just as much the other way. He'd read to her, and he had a good many books, poetry, and

all kinds of things stowed away in the part of the cave he called his own. And he'd talk about other countries

that he'd been in, and the strange people he'd seen, by the hour together, while she would sit listening and

looking at him, hardly saying a thing, and regular bound up in his words. And he could talk once he was set

Aileen wasn't one of those sort of girls that took a fancy to any goodlooking sort of fellow that came across

her. Quite the other way. She seemed to think so little about it that Jim and I always used to say she'd be an

old maid, and never marry at all. And she used to say she didn't think she ever would. She never seemed to

trouble her head about the thing at all, but I always knew that if ever she did set her fancy upon a man, and

take a liking to him, it would not be for a year or two, but for ever. Though she'd mother's good heart and

softness about her, she'd a dash of dad's obstinacy in her blood, and once she made up her mind about

Jim and I could see clear enough that she was taking to Starlight; but then so many women had done that, had

fallen in love with him and had to fall out again as far as we could see. He used to treat them all alike

very kind and respectful, but like a lot of children. What was the use of a wife to him? `No,' he said, once or

twice, `I can bear my fate, because my blood does not run in the veins of a living soul in Australia. If it were

otherwise I could not bear my reflections. As it is, the revolver has more than once nearly been asked to do

Though both Aileen and he seemed to like each other, Jim and I never thought there was anything in it, and

let them talk and ride and walk together just as they pleased. Aileen always had a good word for Starlight,

and seemed to pity him so for having to lead such a life, and because he said he had no hope of ever getting

free from it. Then, of course, there was a mystery about him. Nobody knew who he'd been, or almost where

he had come from next to nothing about him had ever come out. He was an Englishman that was

certain but he must have come young to the colony. No one could look at him for a moment and see his

pale, proud face, his dark eyes halfscornful, halfgloomy, except when he was set up a bit (and then you

didn't like to look at them at all) without seeing that he was a gentleman to the tips of his delicatelooking

He was rather over the middle size; because he was slight made, he always looked rather tall than not. He was

tremendous strong, too, though he didn't look that, and as active as a cat, though he moved as if walking was

We didn't expect it would do either of 'em much good. How could it, even if they did fall in love with one

another and make it up to get married? But they were both able to take care of themselves, and it was no use

Starlight had plenty of money, besides his share of the gold. If we could ever get away from this confounded

rockwalled prison, good as it was in some ways; and if he and Aileen and the rest of us could make a clean

dart of it and get to America, we could live there free and happy yet, in spite of all that had come and gone.

Aileen wasn't like to leave poor old mother as long as she wanted her, so it couldn't come off for a year or

two at earliest, and many things were sure to happen in the meanwhile. So we let all the talking and walking

and riding out in the evening go on as much as they pleased, and never said anything or seemed to take any

All this time mother was at George Storefield's. When Aileen ran over that time, he said it wasn't fit for them

to live at Rocky Flat by themselves. So he went over that very day like a good fellow, as he was and

brought over the old woman, and made them both stay at his house, safe and comfortable. When Aileen said

she had to go away to nurse dad he said he would take care of mother till she came back, and so she'd been

there all the time. She knew Mrs. Storefield (George's mother) well in the old times; so they used to sit by the

kitchen fire when they wanted to be extra comfortable, and knit stockings and talk over the good old times to

If it hadn't been for old Mrs. Storefield I don't expect mother would have contented herself there the

cottage was got so grand, Aileen told us, and Gracey had to dress a bit now. George had kept on making more

money in every way he tried it, and of course he began, bit by bit, to live according to his means.

He'd bought cattlestations on the Lachlan just when the gold broke out first, and everybody thought station

property was never going to be worth nothing again. Now, since cattle had risen and meat and all to such a

price, he was making money hand over fist. More than that, as I said before, he'd been made a magistrate, and

all the swells began to take notice of him not altogether because he'd made money either; what I call the

real swells, as far as I see, won't do that. If they don't care for a man no matter how much money he's

made they hold shy of him. But if he's a straightgoing good sort of fellow, that has his head screwed on

the right way, and don't push himself forward too much, they'll meet him halfway, and a very good thing

We could see George was going upwards and out of our lot, beginning to mix with different people and get

different notions not but what he was always kind and friendly in his way to Aileen and mother, and

would have been to us if he'd ever seen us. But all his new friends were different kind of people, and after a

bit, Aileen said, we'd only be remembered as people he'd known when he was young, and soon, when the old

lady died, we'd be asked into the kitchen and not into the parlour. Aileen used to laugh when she talked like

this, and say she'd come and see George when he'd married a lady, and what fun it would be to remind

Gracey of the time they threshed the oats out together at Rocky Flat. But still, laugh and all, I could see,

though she talked that way, it made her feel wretched all the while, because she couldn't help thinking that we

ought to have done just as well as George, and might have been nighhand as far forward if we'd kept

straight. If we'd only kept straight! Ah, there was where the whole mistake lay.

It often seems to me as if men and women ought to have two lives an old one and a new one one to

repent of the other; the first one to show men what they ought to keep clear of in the second. When you think

how foolishlike and childish man or woman commits their first fault, not so bad in itself, but enough often

to shut them out from nearly all their chances of good in this world, it does seem hardish that one life should

end all under the sun. Of course, there's the other, and we don't know what's coming, but there's so many

different notions about that a chap like me gets puzzled, and looks on it as out of his line altogether.

We weren't sorry to have a little excuse to stop quiet at home for this month. We couldn't have done no good

by mooching about, and ten to one, while the chase was so hot after all that were supposed to have had a hand

in rubbing out Hagan and his lot, we should have been dropped upon. The whole country was alive with

scouting parties, as well as the regulars. You'd have thought the end of the world was come. Father couldn't

have done a better thing for himself and all of us than get hit as he did. It kept him and us out of harm's way,

and put them off the scent, while they hunted Moran and Burke and the rest of their lot for their lives. They

could hardly get a bit of damper out of a shepherd's hut without it being known to the police, and many a time

At last father got well, and said he didn't see what good Aileen could do stopping any longer in the Hollow,

unless she meant to follow up bushranging for a living. She'd better go back and stay along with her mother.

If George Storefield liked to have 'em there, well and good; things looked as if it wasn't safe now for a man's

wife and daughter, and if he'd got into trouble, to live peaceable and quiet in their own house. He didn't think

they need be afraid of any one interfering with them for the future, though. Here dad looked so dark that

Aileen began to think he was going to be ill again. We'd all start and go a bit of the way with her next day

to the old stockyard or a bit farther; she could ride from there, and take the horse back with her and keep him

`You've been a good gal to me,' he says to her; `you always was one; and your mother's been a good woman

and a good wife; tell her I said so. I'd no call to have done the things I have, or left home because it wasn't

tidy and clean and a welcome always when I came back. It's been rough on her, and on you too, my gal; and

if it'll do her any good, tell her I'm dashed sorry. You can take this trifle of money. You needn't boggle at it;

it's honest got and earned, long before this other racket. Now you can go. Kiss your old dad; like as not you

We'd got the horses in. I lifted her up on to the saddle, and she rode out. Her horse was all on the square, so

there was no harm in her taking him back with her, and off we went. Dad didn't go after all. We took it easy

out to the old stockyard. We meant to camp there for halfanhour, and then to send her on, with Warrigal to

We didn't want to make the time too short. What a lovely day it was! The mountain sides were clogged up

with mist for an hour after we started; still, any one that knew the climate would have said it was going to be

a fine day. There wasn't a breath of air; everything was that still that not a leaf on any of the trees so much as

When we came to the pass out of the valley, we none of us got off; it was better going up than coming down,

and it would have tired Aileen out at the start to walk up. So the horses had to do their climbing. It didn't

matter much to them. We were all used to it, horses and riders. Jim and I went first, then Warrigal, then

Aileen and Starlight. After we got up to the top we all stopped and halted a bit to look round.

Just then, as if he'd waited for us, the sun came out from behind the mountain; the mists lifted and rolled

away as if they had been gray curtains. Everything showed clear out like a playhouse, the same Jim and I

used to see in Melbourne. From where we stood you could see everything, the green valley flats with the big

old trees in clumps, some of 'em just the same as they'd been planted. The two little riverlike silver threads

winding away among the trees, and far on the opposite side the tall gray rocktowers shining among the

forest edges of the high green wall. Somehow the sun wasn't risen enough to light up the mountain. It looked

`Goodbye, old Hollow!' Aileen called out, waving her hand. `Everything looks bright and beautiful except

the mountain. How gloomy it appears, as if it held some dreadful secret doesn't it? Ah! what a pleasant

time it has been for me. Am I the same Aileen Marston that went in there a few weeks since? And now I

suppose there will be more misery and anxiety waiting for all of us when I get back. Well, come what will, I

We all rode on, but none of us seemed to care to say much. Every step we went seemed to be taking us away

from the place where we'd all been so happy together. The next change was sure to be for the worse. What it

Starlight and Aileen rode together most of the way, and talked a good deal, we could see. Before we got to

the stockyard she rode over to Jim and cheered him up as much as she could about Jeanie. She said she'd

write to her, and tell her all about him, and how happy we'd all been together lately; and tell her that Jim

would find some way to get down to her this spring, if he could manage it any road.

`If I'm above ground, tell her I'll be with her,' says poor old Jim, `before Christmas. If she don't see me then

`Oh, come, you mustn't talk like that, Jim, and look to the bright side a bit. There's a good chance yet, now

the country's so full of diggers and foreigners. You try your luck, and you'll see your wife yet.'

`You're the eldest, Dick,' she said, `and so it's proper for me to say what I'm going to say.' Then she told me

all that was in her heart about Starlight. He and she had made it up that if he could get away to a foreign

country she would join him there, and take mother with her. There was to be no marrying or lovemaking

unless they could carry out that plan. Then she told me that she had always had the same sort of feeling

towards him. `When I saw him first I thought I had never seen a man before never one that I could care

for or think of marrying. And now he has told me that he loves me loves me, a poor ignorant girl that I

am; and I will wait for him all my life, and follow him all round the world. I feel as if I could die for him, or

wear out my life in trying to make him happy. And yet, and yet,' she said, and all her face grew sad, and put

on the old look that I knew so well, so hopeless, so full of quiet bearing of pain, `I have a kind of feeling at

my heart that it will never be. Something will happen to me or to him. We are all doomed to sorrow and

`Aileen, dear,' I said, `you are old enough to know what's best for yourself. I didn't think Starlight was on for

marrying any woman, but he's far and away the best man we've ever known, so you can please yourself. But

you know what the chances are. If he gets clear off, or any of us, after what's been done, you're right. But it's

`I'll take the odds,' says she, holding up her head. `I'm willing to put my life and happiness, what little there's

`I don't know,' I said. `I ought to tell you I must tell you something before we part, though I'd a deal rather

`Not more blood, more wickedness,' she said, in a halfwhisper, and then she looks up stern and angrylike.

`You remember the man that was rude to you at Rocky Flat, and father and he fired at one another?'

`Of course I do, cowardly wretch that he was. Then Moran was waiting for them up the gully? I wondered

`Why, you don't mean to tell me that they are all dead, all four? those strong men! Oh, surely not, Dick?'

`Yes, Aileen, all. We came after and followed up dad, when we got home; it's a wonder he did it by himself.

We turned back, miserable enough all of us, God knows. After having Aileen to make the place bright and

pleasant and cheer us all up losing her was just as if all the little pleasure we had in our lives was dropped out

of them like the sun going out of the sky, and the wind rising; like the moon clouding over, and a fog

burying up everything dark and damp, the same as we'd had it many a time cattledriving by night. We

Next day we all sat about, looking more down on our luck, dad said, than any day since we'd `turned out'.

Then Starlight told him about him and Aileen, how they'd made it up to be married some day or other. Not

yet, of course; but if he could get away by Melbourne to some of these places the islands on the Pacific

coast, where vessels were always sailing for he didn't see why his luck shouldn't change. `I have always

thought your daughter,' he says to father, `one of the grandest women I ever met, in any degree, gentle or

simple. She has had the imprudence to care for me; so, unless you have some wellgrounded objection

and I don't say you haven't, mind you, I should if I were in your place you may as well say you're

Father was a long time before he said anything. He sat there, looking very sullen and setlike, while Starlight

Dad answers at last. `I don't say but what other lads would have suited better if they'd come off, but most

things goes contrary in this world. The only thing as I'm doubtful of, Captain, is your luck. If that's bad, all

the trying and crying won't set it right. And it's great odds as you'll be caught or shot afore the year's out. For

that matter, every one of us is working for Government on the same road. But the gal's a good gal, and if she's

set her fancy on you I won't block her. You're a pair of dashed fools, that's all, botherin' your heads with the

like at a time like this, when you boys are all more likely to have a rope round your necks than any gal's arms,

good or bad. Have your own way. You always managed to get it, somehow or other, ever since I knowed ye.'

`I ain't been out of this blessed hole,' he says, `for a month of Sundays. I'm dead tired of seeing nothin' and

doin' nothin'. I'll crawl over to old Davy's for our letters and papers. We ain't heard nothing for a year, seems

Dad was strong enough to get about in the saddle again, and we weren't sorry to get shut of him for a bit. He

was that cranky at times there was no living with him. As for ourselves, we were regular wild for some sort of

get away for a bit of a change; so we hadn't talked it over very long before we made up our minds to take a

run over to Jonathan Barnes's and have a bit of fun, just to take the taste out of our mouths of Aileen's going

We had to dress ourselves very quiet and get fresh horses nags that had nothing particular about them to

make people look, at the same time with a bit of go in them in case we were pushed at any time.

No sooner said than done. We went to work and got everything ready, and by three o'clock we were off all

three of us, and never in better heart in our lives for a bit of fun or devilment; it didn't matter which came

When we got to Jonathan's it was latish, but that didn't matter to us or to the girls neither; they were always

ready for a bit of fun, night or day. However, just at first they pretended to be rather high and mighty about

`Oh! it's you, is it?' says Bella, after we walked in. `I don't know as it's safe for us to be knowing such

dangerous characters. There's a new law against harbouring, father says. He's pretty frightened, I can tell you,

`You can do that if you like now,' says I; `we shan't want telling twice, I daresay. But what makes you so stiff

`Why, Hagan's business, of course,' says Maddie; `four men killed in cold blood. Only I know you couldn't

`Quite right, most beauteous Madeline,' says Starlight; `it was a very dreadful affair, though I believe there

was some reason for old Ben being angry. Of course, you know we weren't within miles of the place when it

`Of course we do, Captain, quite well. Weren't you going to dance at Bella's wedding and all? You'll have to

`Glad to hear it, but listen to me, my dear; I want you to know the truth. We rode straight back to the to

where we lived and, of course, found the old man gone away from the place. We tracked him right

enough, but came up when it was all over. Daly and Moran were the chief actors in that tragedy.'

`Oh, we said it was Moran's work from the first, didn't we, Bill? It's just the line he's cut out for. I always

think he ought to have a bowl and dagger. He looks like the villain on the stage.'

`On or off the stage he can support the principal part in that line most naturally,' says Starlight; `but I

prophesy he will be cut off in the midst of his glorious career. He's beastly cunning, but he'll be trapped yet.'

`It's a pity Jim can't stay a few days with us,' says Maddie; `I believe we'd find a way of passing him on to

Victoria. I've known more than one or two, or halfadozen either, that has been put through the same way.'

`For God's sake, Mad, lay me on!' says poor Jim, `and I'll go on my knees to you.'

`Oh! I daresay,' says Maddie, looking saucy, `but I like a man to be fond of some woman in a proper way,

even if it isn't me; so I'll do what I can to help you to your wife and pickaninny.'

`We must get you into the police force, Maddie,' says Starlight, `or make you a sort of inspector, unattached,

`Well,' says she, settling herself in a chair, spreading out her dress, and looking very knowing, `there's an old

gentleman being driven all the way overland in a sort of light Yankee trap, and the young fellow that's driving

`Oh! you know him,' says Maddie, looking down, `he's a great friend of mine, a steadygoing,

goodconducted chap, and he's a little you understand well, shook on me. I could persuade him a bit,

`Oh! you know him a little. He says he saw you at the Turon; he was working with some Americans. His

`I remember him well enough; he used to wear a moustache and a chin beard, and talk Yankee. Only for that

`Bless my soul,' says Starlight, `of course, it is as clear as your beautiful eyes. Jim is to shave his beard, talk

like a Yankee, and go in Joe Moreton's place. I see it all. Maddie persuading Joe to consent to the exchange

`Oh! he's as bad as bad can be with the sandy blight,' says Maddie, `wears green goggles, poor old gentleman.

He'll never know nothing, and he'll be able to swear up for Jim if the police pull him anywhere this side of the

We'd told Maddie that money needn't stand in the way, so she was to promise Joe the full sum that he was to

get for his contract would be paid to him in cash that night Jim to pay his own expenses as he went, the

same as he was to do himself. Of course she could get the money from old Jonathan. A word from us then

was worth a deal more than that'd come to. Money wasn't the worst thing we had to care about.

They would have to change clothes, and he'd tell Jim about the horses, the stages, and how to answer the old

cove, and what to do to humour him as they went along. If he'd had his full eyesight he might have noticed

some difference, but as it was, it was as much as the poor old chap, she believed, could see there was a driver

at all. His eyes was bound up mostly; he had a big shade over 'em, and was half the night swabbing and

poulticing, and putting lotion into 'em. He'd got sandy blight that bad it would take months to get right. Once

you get a touch like that it's a terror, I can tell you. I've had it that bad myself I had to be led about.

After a lot of talking, that Jim was to try his luck as the Rev. Mr. Watson's coachman, he was mad to get

away somehow, and such another chance might never turn up in a month of Sundays. He would have plenty

of time to shave his beard and make himself look as like as ever he could to Joe Moreton. Maddie said she'd

see after that, and it would be as good as a play. Lucky for old Jim we'd all taken a fancy at the Turon, for

once in a way, to talk like Arizona Bill and his mates, just for the fun of the thing. There were so many

Americans there at first, and they were such swells, with their silk sashes, bowie knives, and broadleafed

`fullshare' hats, that lots of the young native fellows took a pride in copying them, and could walk and talk

and guess and calculate wonderful well considering. Besides, most of the natives have a sort of slow, sleepy

way of talking, so it partly came natural to this chap, Joe Moreton, and Jim. There couldn't be a better chance,

so we thought we'd stay a day and give Jim a send off all square and regular. It wasn't no ways too safe, but

That night we had a regular good ball. The girls got some of the young fellows from round about to come

over, and a couple or two other girls, and we had no end of fun. There was plenty of champagne, and even

Jim picked up a bit; and what with being grateful to Maddie for giving him this lift, and better in spirits on

the chance of seeing Jeanie again, he was more like his own self. Maddie said he looked so handsome she had

Joe came rather latish, and the old gentleman had a cup of tea and went to bed at once, leaving word for Joe

that he wanted to start almost before daylight, or as soon as he could see to drive, so as to get halfway on

After Joe had seen to his horses and put the trap away he came into the house and had a glass or two, and

wired in with the rest of us like a good 'un. After a bit we see Maddie corner him off and have a long talk,

very serious too. After that they went for a walk in the garden and was away a good while. When she came

back she looked over at Jim and nodded, as much as to say, `It's all right,' and I saw poor old Jim's face

By and by she came over and told us all about it. She'd had a hard matter to manage it, for Joe was a square

sort of fellow, that had a place of his own, and at first didn't like the notion of being mixed up with our crowd

at all. But he was regular shook on Maddie, and she went at him as only a woman can, and I daresay, though

she didn't tell us, made it part of the bargain, if she was to marry him, to help Jim in this particular way. He

was to be well paid for this journey by old Mr. Watson, and he wanted a bit of money before harvest or he

The end of it was that Jim and Joe sat up ever so late, pretty well on to daylight, smoking and yarning, and

Joe practising Jim in all the things he was to do and say, giving him a kind of chart of the stages, and telling

him the sort of answers he was to give to the old chap. It was just before daylight when they knocked off, and

then Joe goes and peels off his duds and hands 'em over to Jim, rough greatcoat and all up to his chin

Joe takes Jim's togs. They fitted him all to pieces, and Jim hands him over his horse, saddle, revolver, and

spurs, and tells him the old horse is a real plum, and he hopes he'll be good to him. Then Jim shakes hands

with us all round. Blessed if the girls wasn't up too, and had some coffee smoking hot for us. `We can sleep

when you're all gone,' says Maddie, `and perhaps we shan't see old Jim any more' (this was said when Joe

was out of the room), `so here's good luck; and when you've got your wife and child again don't forget

Maddie Barnes.' Then she shook hands with him, and made a quick bolt to her own room. Queer things

When old Jim drove round to the front with the pair of horses, setting up square with his big coat and Joe's

`fullshare' hat on him, we all bursted out laughing. He'd first of all gone to the old gentleman's room and

sung out, `All aboard, sir, time's up,' just to liven him up a bit. Joe kept away down at the stable.

Well, presently out comes the old chap, with a veil on and his green goggles, winkin' and blinkin' as if he

couldn't see a door from a window. He drinks off a cup of coffee and takes a munch of bread and butter,

makes a kind of bow to Bella, and shuffles into his carriage. Jim touches up the horses and away they go. We

rose a bit of a cheer. Maddie waved her handkerchief out of the window. Jim looked round and raised his

whip. That was the last sight any of us had of him for many a day. Poor old Jim!

We hadn't been long at home, just enough to get tired of doing nothing, when we got a letter from Bella

Barnes, telling us that she was going to get married the day after the Turon races, and reminding Starlight that

he had promised to come to her wedding. If he didn't think it was too risky, she hoped he'd come. There was

going to be a race ball, and it was sure to be good fun. It would be a good windup, and Maddie was coming

out a great swell. Sir Ferdinand would be there, but there'd be such a crowd anybody would pass muster, and

`Well done, Bella!' says Starlight. `I vote we go, Dick. I never went to a hop with a price on my head before.

A thousand pounds too! Quite a new sensation. It settles the question. And we'll enter Rainbow for the

`Captain Starlight's Rainbow, 9 st. 8 lb.,' I said, `with Dick Marston to lead him up to the judge's box. How

will that wash? And what are the police going to be about all the time? Bella's gone out of her senses about

`You're a good fellow, Richard, and stanch, but you're like your father you haven't any imagination. I see

halfadozen ways of doing the whole thing. Besides, our honour's concerned. I never made a promise yet,

for good or for evil, that I didn't carry out, and some have cost me dearly enough, God knows. Fancy running

our horses and going to the ball under the noses of the police the idea is delicious!'

`I daresay you're about tired of your life,' I said. `I'm pretty sure I am; but why we should ride straight into the

lion's mouth, to please a silly girl, I can't see. I haven't over much sense, I know, or I shouldn't be here; but

`My mind is made up, Richard I have decided irrevocably. Of course, you needn't come, if you see

objections; but I'll bet you my Dean and Adams revolver and the Navy Colt against your repeating rifle that I

`Done!' I said. `I've no doubt you'll try; but you might as well try to pull down the walls of Berrima Gaol with

a hayrake. You'll make Sir Ferdinand's fortune, that's all. He always said he'd die happy if he could only bag

`If he doesn't rise to the top of the tree until he takes me alive, I mean he'll die a subinspector. But

we'd better sleep on it. This is an enterprise of great pith and moment, and requires no end of thought. We

`Goodnight,' I said, rather hasty. `We'd better turn the Hollow into Tarban Creek, and advertise for

Next morning I expected he'd think better of it we'd had a glass or two of grog; but no, he was more set on

it than ever, and full of dodges to work it to rights. He certainly was wonderful clever in all sorts of ways

when there was any devilment to be carried out. Half as much in the straight way would have made a man of

As for father, he was like me, and looked on the notion as rank foolishness. He swore straight on end for

about twenty minutes, and then said he expected Starlight would have his own way as usual; but he'd play at

that game once too often. He supposed he'd be left in the Hollow all by himself, with Warrigal and the dog

`Warrigal goes with me might want him,' says Starlight. `You're losing your nerve, governor. Perhaps

Father gave a sort of growl, and lit his pipe and wouldn't say no more. Starlight and I regular talked it out,

and, after I'd heard all he had to say, it didn't look quite so impossible as it did at first. We were to work apart.

He was to get in with some of the betting men or sporting people that always came to country races, and I

was to find out some of our old digger mates and box up with them. Warrigal would shift for himself and

look after the horses, and have them ready in case we had to clear at short notice.

`Couldn't we get old Jacob Benton; he's the best trainer I've seen since I left home? Billy the Boy told us the

other day he was out of a job, and was groom at Jonathan's; had been sacked for getting drunk, and so on.

`The very man,' I said. `He can ride the weight, and train too. But we can't have him here, surely!'

`No; but I can send the horse to him at Jonathan's, and he can get him fit there as well as anywhere. There's

nearly a month yet; he's pretty hard, and he's been regularly exercised lately.'

Jacob Benton was a wizened, driedup old Yorkshireman. He'd been head man in a good racing stable, but

drink had been the ruin of him lost him his place, and sent him out here. He could be trusted to go right

through with a job like ours, for all that. Like many men that drink hard, he was as sober as a judge between

one burst and another. And once he took over a horse in training he touched nothing but water till the race

was run and the horse back in his box. Then he most times went in an awful perisher took a month to it,

and was never sober day or night the whole time. When he'd spent all his money he'd crawl out of the

township and get away into the country more dead than alive, and take the first job that offered. But he was

fonder of training a good horse than anything else in the world; and if he'd got a regular flyer, and was treated

liberal, he'd hardly allow himself sleep or time to eat his meals till he'd got him near the mark. He could ride,

When we'd regular chalked it out about entering Rainbow for the Grand Turon Handicap, we sent Warrigal

over to Billy the Boy, and got him to look up old Jacob. He agreed to take the old horse, the week before the

races, and give him a last bit of Frenchpolish if we'd keep him in steady work till then. From what he was

told of the horse he expected he would carry any weight he was handicapped for and pull it off easy. He was

to enter him in his own name, the proper time before the races. If he won he was to have ten per cent on

winnings; if he lost, a tenpound note would do him. He could ride the weight with some lead in his saddle,

So that part of the work was chalked out. The real risky business was to come. I never expected we should get

through all straight. But the more I hung back the more shook on it Starlight seemed to be. He was like a boy

home from school sometimes mad for any kind of fun with a spice of devilment in it.

About a week before the races we all cleared out, leaving father at home, and pretty sulky too. Warrigal led

Rainbow; he was to take him to Jonathan Barnes's, and meet old Jacob there. He was to keep him until it was

time to go to Turon. We didn't show there ourselves this time; we were afraid of drawing suspicion on the

We rode right into Turon, taking care to be well after dark. A real pleasure it was to see the old place again.

The crooked streets, the lightedup shops, the crowd of jolly diggers walking about smoking, or crowding

round the publichouse bars, the row of the stampers in the quartzcrushing machines going night and day. It

all reminded me of the pleasant year Jim and I had spent here. I wished we'd never had to leave it. We parted

just outside the township for fear of accidents. I went to a little place I knew, where I put up my horse

could be quiet there, and asked no questions. Starlight, as usual, went to the best hotel, where he ordered

everybody about and was as big a swell as ever. He had been out in the northwest country, and was going to

That night he went to the barber, had his hair cut and his beard shaved, only leaving his moustache and a bit

of whisker like a ribbon. He put on a suit of tweed, all one colour, and ordered a lot more clothes, which he

Next day he starts for Sydney; what he was going to do there he didn't say, and I didn't ask him. He'd be back

the day before the races, and in good time for all the fun, and Bella's wedding into the bargain. I managed to

find out that night that Kate Mullockson had left Turon. She and her husband had sold their place and gone to

another diggings just opened. I was glad enough of this, for I knew that her eyes were sharp enough to spy me

out whatever disguise I had on; and even if she didn't I should always have expected to find her eyes fixed

The gold was better even than when we were there. A lot of men who were poor enough when we were there

had made fortunes. The field never looked better, and the harddriving, wellpaid, jolly mining life was

going on just the same as ever; every one making money fast spending it faster and no one troubling

themselves about anything except how much the washdirt went to the load, and whether the sinking was

When I first came I had a notion of mating in with some diggers, but when I saw how quiet everybody took

it, and what thousands of strangers there were all over the place, I gave myself out for a speculator in mining

shares from Melbourne. So I shaved off most of my beard, had my hair cut short, and put on a tall hat. I

thought that would shift any sort of likeness there might be to my old self, and, though it was beastly

I walked about among the stables and had a good look at all the horses that were in training. Two or three

good ones, as usual, and a lot of duffers. If Rainbow wasn't beat on his condition, he had pace and

weightcarrying for the best of them. I hardly thought he could lose it, or a bigger stake in better company. I

Well, I kept dark, you be sure, and mooned about, buying a share at a low price now and then just to let 'em

see I had money and meant something. My name was Mr. Bromford, and I lived at Petersham, near Sydney.

The day before the races there was a lot of excitement in the town. Strangers kept pouring in from

everywhere round about, and all the hotels were crammed full. Just as I was wondering whether Starlight was

going to turn up till next day I saw a fourinhand drag rattle down the street to the principal inn, and a

`You'll see after all our luggage, will you, ostler?' says one of them to the groom, `and whatever you do don't

`Don't you know? Them's the two Mr. Dawsons, of Wideview, great sporting men, natives, and ever so rich.

They've some horses to run tomorrow. That's a new chum from England that's come up with 'em.'

I hardly knew him at first. His own mother wouldn't, I believe. He'd altered himself that wonderful as I could

hardly even now think it was Starlight; and yet he wasn't a bit like the young Englishman he gammoned to be

last year, or the Hon. Frank Haughton either. He had an eyeglass this time, and was a swell from top to toe.

How and when he'd picked up with the Mr. Dawsons I couldn't tell; but he'd got a knack of making people

like him especially when they didn't know him. Not that it was worse when they did. It wasn't for that. He

was always the same. The whitest man I ever knew, or ever shall that I say and stick to but of course

people can't be expected to associate with men that have `done time'. Well, next day was the races. I never

saw such a turnout in the colony before. Every digger on the field had dropped work for the day; all the

farmers, and squatters, and country people had come in for miles round on all sides. The Commissioner and

all the police were out in full uniform, and from the first moment the hotels were opened in the morning till

breakfast time all the bars were full, and the streets crowded with miners and strangers and people that

seemed to have come from the ends of the earth. When I saw the mob there was I didn't see so much to be

jerran about, as it was fifty to one in favour of any one that was wanted, in the middle of such a muster of

About eleven o'clock every one went out to the course. It wasn't more than a mile from town. The first race

wasn't to be run till twelve; but long before that time the road was covered with horsemen, traps of every kind

Most of the miners went in fourhorse coaches and 'buses that were plying all day long from the town and

back; very few walked. The country people mostly drove in springcarts, or rode on horseback. Any young

fellows that had a good horse liked to show him off, of course; the girls in habits of their own make, perhaps,

and now and then a top hat, though they looked very well too. They could ride, some of them, above a bit,

and it made me think of the old days when Jim and I and Aileen used to ride into Bargo races together, and

how proud we were of her, even when she was a little thing, and we used to groom up the old pony till we

It was no use thinking of that kind of thing, and I began to wonder how Starlight was getting on with his

friends, when I saw the Dawsons' drag come up the straight, with four upstanding ripping bay horses in top

condition, and well matched. There was Starlight on the box seat, alongside of Jack Dawson, the eldest

brother, who could handle the ribbons in style, and was a man every inch of him, only a bit too fast; didn't

care about anything but horses and dogs, and lived every day of his life. The other brother was standing up

behind, leaning over and talking to Starlight, who was `in great form', as he used to say himself, and looked

He had on a silk coat buttoned round him, a white top hat with a blue silk veil. His eyeglass was stuck in his

eye all the time, and he had kid gloves on that fitted his hands like wax. I really couldn't hardly take my oath

he was the same man, and no wonder nobody else couldn't. I was wondering why Sir Ferdinand wasn't

swelling about, bowing to all the ladies, and making that thoroughbred of his dance and arch his neck, when I

heard some one say that he'd got news that Moran and the rest of 'em had stuck up a place about forty miles

off, towards Forbes, and Sir Ferdinand had sworn at his luck for having to miss the races; but started off just

`Oh! a youngster called William Jones said he lived out there. A black boy came with him that couldn't

`Well, but how did they know it was true?' says I. `It might have been only a stall.'

`Oh, the young fellow brought a letter from the overseer, saying they might hold out for a few hours, if the

`It's a good thing they started at once,' says I. `Them boys are very useful sometimes, and blackfellows too.'

I went off then, and had a laugh to myself. I was pretty middling certain it was Billy the Boy and Warrigal.

Starlight had wrote the note before we started, only I didn't think they'd be game to deliver it themselves.

Now the police was away, all but a couple of young fellows I went and had a look to make sure that

didn't know any of us by sight, I thought we might enjoy ourselves for once in a way without watching every

one that came nigh us. And we did enjoy ourselves. I did, I know; though you'd think, as we carried our lives

in our hands, in a manner of speaking, the fun couldn't have been much. But it's a queer world! Men like us,

that don't know what's to happen to them from one day to another, if they can only see their way for a week

ahead, often have more real pleasure in the bit of time they have to themselves than many a man has in a year

As for Starlight, if he'd been going to be hung next week it would have been all one to him. He'd have put off

thinking about it until about an hour before, and then would have made all his arrangements and done the

whole business quietly and respectably, without humbug, but without any flashness either. You couldn't put

However, this time nobody was going to be hung or took or anything else. We'd as good as got a free pardon

for the time being, now the police was away; no one else would have meddled with us if we'd had our names

printed on our hats. So we made the most of it, I expect. Starlight carried on all sorts of high ropes. He was

introduced to all the nobs, and I saw him in the grand stand and the saddlingpaddock, taking the odds in tens

and fifties from the ringmen he'd brought a stiffish roll of notes with him and backing the Dawson

It turned out afterwards that he'd met them at an inn on the mountains, and helped them to doctor one of their

leaders that had been griped. So they took a fancy to him, and, being freehearted sort of fellows, asked him

to keep them company in the drag, and let one of the grooms ride his horse. Once he started he kept them

alive, you may be sure, and by the time they got to Turon they were ready to go round the world with him,

and swore they'd never met such a man in their lives very likely they hadn't, either. He was introduced to

the judge and the stewards and the Commissioner and the police magistrate, and as much fuss made over him

as if he was the Governor's son. It was as good as a play. I got up as near as I dared once or twice, and I

couldn't hardly keep from bursting out laughing when I saw how grave he talked and drawled and put up his

eyeglass, and every now and then made 'em all laugh, or said something reminded him of India, where he'd

Well, that was a regular fizzer of a spree, if we never had another. The racing was very fair, and, as luck

would have it, the Dawson horses won all the big money, and, as they started at longish odds, they must have

made a pot of money, and Starlight too, as he'd gone in a docker for their stable. This made them better

friends than ever, and it was Dawson here and Lascelles there all over the course.

Well, the day went over at last, and all of them that liked a little fun and dancing better than heavy drinking

made it up to go to the race ball. It was a subscription affair guinea tickets, just to keep out the regular

roughs, and the proceeds to go to the Turon Jockey Club Fund. All the swells had to go, of course, and,

though they knew it would be a crush and pretty mixed, as I heard Starlight say, the room was large, the band

Starlight and the Dawsons dined at the camp, and were made a good deal of their health drunk and what

not and Starlight told us afterwards he returned thanks for the strangers and visitors; said he'd been told

Australia was a rough place, but he never expected to find so much genuine kindness and hospitality and, he

might add, so much refinement and gentlemanly feeling. Speaking for himself, he had never expected,

considering his being a total stranger, to be welcomed so cordially and entertained so handsomely, more

particularly at the mess of her Majesty's goldfields officials, whose attention on this occasion they might be

assured he would never forget. He would repeat, the events of this particular day would never be effaced

After dinner, and when the champagne had gone round pretty reasonable, the Commissioner proposed they

should all adjourn to the ball, when, if Mr. Lascelles cared about dancing, he ventured to think a partner or

two could be found for him. So they all got up and went away down to the hall of the Mechanics' Institute

a tremendous big room that had been built to use as a theatre, and to give lectures and concerts in. These sort

of things are very popular at diggings. Miners like to be amused, and have plenty of money to spend when

times are good. There was hardly a week passed without some kind of show being on when we went there.

I walked down quietly an hour or so before most of the people, so as to be in the way to see if Aileen came.

We'd asked her to come on the chance of meeting us there, but we hadn't got any word, and didn't know

whether she could manage it nor whether George would bring her. I had a sort of halfandhalf notion that

perhaps Gracey might come, but I didn't like to think of it for fear of being disappointed, and tried to make

I gave in my ticket and walked in about eight o'clock, and sat down pretty close to the door so that I could see

the people as they came in. I didn't feel much up to dancing myself, but I'd have ridden a thousand miles to

I waited and waited while one after another came in, till the big hall was pretty near filled, and at nine o'clock

or so the music struck up, and the first dance began. That left the seats pretty bare, and between listening to

the music and looking at the people, and thinking I was back again at the old claim and passing halfanhour

at a dancehouse, I didn't mind the door so much till I heard somebody give a sort of sigh not very far off,

They were Aileen and Gracey sure enough. My head almost turned round, and I felt my heart beat beat in

a way it never did when the bullets were singing and whistling all about. It was the suddenness of it, I expect.

I looked at them for a bit. They didn't see me, and were just looking about them as I did. They were dressed

very quiet, but Gracey had a little more ornament on her, and a necklace or something round her neck. Aileen

was very pale, but her beautiful dark hair was dressed up a bit with one rosebud in it, and her eyes looked

bigger and brighter than they used to do. She looked sad enough, but every now and then Gracey said

something that made her smile a bit, and then I thought she was the handsomest girl in the room. Gracey had

just the same steady, serious, kind face as ever; she'd hardly changed a bit, and seemed pleased, just like a

There was hardly anybody near the corner where they were, so I got up and went over. They both looked at

me for a minute as if they'd never seen me before, and then Aileen turned as pale as death, and Gracey got

altogether as red, and both held out their hands. I sat down by the side of Aileen, and we all began to talk. Not

much at first, and very quiet, for fear notice might be taken, but I managed to let them know that the police

had all been called off in another direction, and that we should be most likely safe till tomorrow or next day.

`Oh dear!' says Gracey, `wasn't it awfully rash of you to come here and run all this risk just to come to Bella

`All Starlight's fault,' I said; `but anyhow, it's through him we've had this meeting here. I was dead against

coming all the time, and I never expected things to turn out so lucky as they have done.'

`Will he be here tonight?' Aileen says, very soft and timid like. `I almost wished I'd stayed away, but Gracey

here would come. Young Cyrus Williams brought us. He wanted to show his wife the races, and take her to

`You will see Starlight about ten or eleven o'clock, I expect,' I said. `He's dining with the Commissioner and

`Dining at the camp!' says Aileen, looking regularly perished. `You don't mean to say they've taken him?'

`I mean what I say. He's here with the Mr. Dawsons, of Wideview, and has been handandglove with all the

`Do you think he'll know me?' she says. `Oh! what a foolish girl I was to think for a moment that he could

`Nonsense,' says Gracey, who looked a deal brighter on it. `Why, if he's the man you say he is, this will only

`That's right, Miss Storefield,' says I. `Keep to the company manners tonight. We don't know who may be

listening; but I'm not much afraid of being bowled out this particular night. Somehow I feel ready to chance

Gracey said nothing, but looked down, and Aileen kept turning towards the door as if she half hoped and was

half afraid of seeing him come in. By and by we heard some one say, `Here comes the Commissioner; all the

camp will be here now,' and there was a bit of a move to look at them as they came in.

A good many gentlemen and ladies that lived in the town and in the diggings, or near it, had come before this

and had been dancing away and enjoying themselves, though the room was pretty full of diggers and all sorts

of people. But as everybody was quiet and well behaved, it didn't make much odds who was there.

But, of course, the Commissioner was the great man of the whole place, and the principal visitors, like the

Mr. Dawsons and some others, were bound to come along with him. Then there were the other Government

officers, the bankers and surveyors, lawyers and doctors, and so on. All of them took care to come a little late

with their wives and families so as to be in the room at the same time as the swell lot.

Bella Barnes was going to marry a surveyor, a wildish young fellow, but a good one to work as ever was. She

was going to chance his coming straight afterwards. He was a likely man to rise in his office, and she thought

Well, in comes the Commissioner and his friends, very grand indeed, all dressed like swells always do in the

evening, I believe, black all over, white tie, shining boots, white kid gloves, flower in their buttonhole, all

regular. People may laugh, but they did look different from the others showed more blood like. I don't

Close by the Commissioner, laughing and talking, was the two Mr. Dawsons; and I saw Aileen give a start

who should come next, cheek by jowl with the police magistrate, whom he'd been making laugh with

something he'd said as they came in, but Starlight himself, looking like a regular prince their pictures

anyhow and togged out to the nines like all the rest of 'em. Aileen kept looking at him as he lounged up

the ballroom, and I thought she'd fall down in a faint or bring herself to people's notice by the wild, earnest,

sad way she looked at him. However he'd got his clothes and the rest of it that fitted him like as if they'd been

grown for him, I couldn't think. But of course he'd made all that right when he went to Sydney, and had 'em

Though he didn't seem to notice anything, I saw that he knew us. He looked round for a moment, and smiled

`That's a pretty girl,' he said to one of the young fellows; `evidently from the country. I must get introduced to

`Oh, we'll introduce you,' says the other man. `They're not half bad fun, these bush girls, some of them.'

Well, a new dance was struck up by the band just after they'd got up to the top of the room, and we saw

Starlight taken up and introduced to a grand lady, the wife of the head banker. The Commissioner and some

of the other big wigs danced in the same quadrille. We all moved a bit higher to get a good look at him. His

makeup was wonderful. We could hardly believe our eyes. His hair was a deal shorter than he ever wore it

(except in one place), and he'd shaved nearly all but his moustache. That was dark brown and heavy. You

couldn't see his mouth except when he smiled, and then his teeth were as white as Warrigal's nearly and as

regular. There was a softness, too, about his eyes when he was in a good temper and enjoying himself that I

hardly ever saw in a man's face. I could see Aileen watching him when he talked to this lady and that, and

He was only waiting his chance, though, for after he'd had a dance or two we saw him go up to one of the

stewards. They had big rosettes on, and presently they walked round to us, and the steward asked the favour

of Aileen's name, and then begged, by virtue of his office, to present Lieutenant Lascelles, a gentleman lately

from India, who had expressed a wish to be introduced to her. Such a bow Starlight made, too. We could

hardly help staring. Poor Aileen hardly knew whether to laugh or to cry when he sat down beside her and

She wouldn't do that. She only came there to see him, she said, and me; but he persuaded her to walk round

the room, and then they slipped into one of the supperrooms, where they were able to talk without being

disturbed, and say what they had in their hearts. I got Gracey to take a turn with me, and we were able to have

our little say. She was, like Aileen, miserable enough and afraid to think of our ever having the chance of

getting married and living happy like other people, but she told me she would wait and remain faithful to me

if it was to her life's end and that as soon as I could get away from the country and promise her to

leave our wild lives behind she was ready to join us and follow me all over the world. Over and over again

she tried to persuade me to get away like Jim, and said how happy he was now, and how much better it was

than stopping where we were, and running terrible risks every day and every hour. It was the old story over

again; but I felt better for it, and really meant to try and cut loose from all this cross work. We hadn't too

much time. Aileen was fetched back to her seat, and then Starlight went off to his friends at the other end of

the room, and was chaffed for flirting with a regular currency lass by one of the Dawsons.

`I admire his taste,' says the Commissioner. `I really think she's the prettiest girl in the room if she was well

dressed and had a little more animation. I wonder who she is? What's her name, Lascelles? I suppose you

`Her name is Martin, or Marston, or some such name,' answered Starlight, quite cool and pleasant. `Deuced

nice, sensible girl, painfully quiet, though. Wouldn't dance, though, at all, and talked very little.'

`By Jove! I know who she is,' says one of the young chaps. `That's Aileen Marston, sister to Dick and Jim.

No wonder she isn't over lively. Why, she has two brothers bushrangers, regular outandouters. There's a

`Good gad!' says Starlight, `you don't say so! Poor girl! What a most extraordinary country! You meet with

`It's a pity Sir Ferdinand isn't here,' said the Commissioner. `I believe she's an acquaintance of his. I've

always heard she was a splendid girl, though, poor thing, frets to death about her family. I think you seem to

have cheered her up, though, Lascelles. She doesn't look half so miserable as she did an hour ago.'

`Naturally, my dear fellow,' says Starlight, pulling his moustache; `even in this savage country beg your

pardon one's old form seems to be appreciated. Pardon me, I must regain my partner; I am engaged for

`You seem disposed to make the most of your opportunities,' says the Commissioner. `Dawson, you'll have to

`I didn't quite catch her name,' says Starlight lazily; `but it's that tall girl near the pillar, with the pale face and

`You're not a bad judge for a new chum,' says one of the goldfield subs. `Why, that's Maddie Barnes. I think

she's the pick of all the downtheriver girls, and the best dancer here, outandout. Her sister's to be

`Really, now?' says Starlight, putting up his eyeglass. `I begin to think I must write a book. I'm falling upon

adventures hourly. Oh, the "Morgenblatter". What a treat! Can she valse, do you think?'

It was a fine, large room, and the band, mostly Germans, struck up some outlandish queer sort of tune that I'd

never heard anything like before; whatever it was it seemed to suit most of the dancing people, for the floor

was pretty soon full up, and everybody twisting round and round as if they were never going to stop. But, to

my mind, there was not a couple there that was a patch on Maddie and Starlight. He seemed to move round

twice as light and easy as any one else; he looked somehow different from all the others. As for Maddie,

wherever she picked it up she went like a bird, with a free, springy sort of sliding step, and all in time to the

music, anybody could see. After a bit some of the people sat down, and I could hear them passing their

remarks and admiring both of 'em till the music stopped. I couldn't make out whether Aileen altogether liked

About an hour afterwards the camp party left the room, and took Starlight with them. Some one said there

was a little loo and hazard at the Commissioner's rooms. Cyrus Williams was not in a hurry to go home, or

his young wife either, so I stayed and walked about with the two girls, and we had ever so much talk together,

and enjoyed ourselves for once in a quiet way. A good crowd was sure to be at Bella Barnes's wedding next

day. It was fixed for two o'clock, so as not to interfere with the races. The big handicap was to be run at three,

so we should be able to be at the church when Bella was turned off, and see Rainbow go for the great race of

the day afterwards. When that was run we intended to clear. It would be time for us to go then. Things were

Next day was the great excitement of the meeting. The `big money' was all in the handicap, and there was a

big field, with two or three cracks up from Sydney, and a very good local horse that all the diggers were

sweet on. It was an open race, and every man that had a note or a fiver laid it out on one horse or another.

Rainbow had been entered in proper time and all regular by old Jacob, under the name of Darkie, which

suited in all ways. He was a dark horse, sure enough; dark in colour, and dark enough as to his performances

nobody knew much about them. We weren't going to enter him in his right name, of course.

Old Jacob was a queer old fellow in all his ways and notions, so we couldn't stable him in any of the stables

in Turon, for fear of his being `got at', or something. So when I wanted to see him the day before, the old

fellow grinned, and took me away about a mile from the course; and there was old Rainbow, snug enough

in a tent, above all places! but as fine as a star, and as fit as ever a horse was brought to the post.

`What's the fun of having him under canvas?' I said. `Who ever heard of a horse being trained in a tent

`I've seen horses trained in more ways than one,' says he, `and I can wind 'em up, in the stable and out of it, as

mighty few in this country can that is, when I put the muzzle on. There's a deal in knowing the way horses

`When powder's burning and bullets is flying,' says the old chap, grinning again; `but this here's a different

crowd. When he's got a training saddle and seven or eight stone up, and there's two or three hundred horses

rattling about this side on him and that, it brings out the old racehorse feeling that's in his blood, and never

`That's just it,' says he; `I've got the time to a second' here he pulls out a big old turnip of a silver watch

`and I'll have him up just ready to be weighed out last. I never was late in my life.'

`All right,' I said, `but don't draw it too fine. Have you got your weight all right?'

`Right to a hounce,' says he, `nine stun four they've put on him, and him an untried horse. I told 'em it was

weighting him out of the race, but they laughed at me. Never you mind, though, he can carry weight and stay

too. My ten per cent's as safe as the bank. He'll put the stuns on all them nobs, too, that think a racehorse must

`Well, goodbye, old man,' says I, `and good luck. One of us will come and lead you into the weighing yard,

if you pull it off, and chance the odds, if Sir Ferdinand himself was at the gate.'

`All right,' says he, `I'll look out for you,' and off he goes. I went back and told Aileen and Gracey, and we

settled that they were to drive out to the course with Cyrus Williams and his wife. I rode, thinking myself

safer on horseback, for fear of accidents. Starlight, of course, went in the Dawsons' drag, and was going to

enjoy himself to the last minute. He had his horse ready at a moment's notice, and Warrigal was not far off to

Well, the first part of the day went well enough, and then about halfpast one we all went down to the

church. The young fellow that was to marry Bella Barnes was known on the field and well liked by the

miners, so a good many of them made it up to go and see the wedding. They'd heard of Bella and Maddie,

The church was on the side of the town next the racecourse, so they hadn't far to go. By and by, as the crowd

`Why, the fact is there's to be a wedding,' he says, `and it excites a good deal of attention as the young people

are well known on the field and popular. Bella Barnes and her sister are very fine girls in their way. Suppose

`By Jove! a firstrate ideah,' says Starlight. `I should like to see an Australian wedding above all things.'

`This will be the real thing, then,' says Mr. Jack Dawson. `Let's drive up to our hotel, put up the horses, have

a devil and a glass of champagne, and we can be back easy in time for the race.' So away they went. Cyrus

drove the girls and his wife in his dogcart, so we were there all ready to see the bride come up.

It looked a regular grand affair, my word. The church was that crammed there was hardly a place to sit or

stand in. Every woman, young and old, in the countryside was there, besides hundreds of diggers who sat

patiently waiting as if some wonderful show were going to take place. Aileen and Gracey had come in early

and got a pew next to the top almost. I stood outside. There was hardly a chance for any one else to get in.

By and by up comes old Jonathan, driving a respectablelooking carriage, with his wife and Bella and

Maddie all in white silk and satin, and looking splendid. Out he gets, and takes Bella to walk up the middle of

the church. When he went in with Bella, Maddie had one look in, and it seemed so crammed full of people

that she looked frightened and drew back. Just then up comes the Mr. Dawsons and Starlight, with the

Directly he sees Maddie draw back, Starlight takes the whole thing in, and walked forward.

`My dear young lady,' says he, `will you permit me to escort you up the aisle? The bride appears to have

He offered her his arm, and, if you'll believe me, the girl didn't know him a bit in the world, and stared at him

`It's all right, Miss Maddie,' says the Commissioner. He had a way of knowing all the girls, as far as a laugh

or a bit of chaff went, especially if they were goodlooking. `Mr. Lascelles is an English gentleman, newly

She took his arm then and walked on, never looking at him, but quite shylike, till he whispered a word in

her ear which brought more colour into her face than any one had seen there before for a year.

`My word, Lascelles knows how to talk to 'em,' says Jack Dawson. `He's given that girl a whip that makes her

`Pretty fair all round, I should say,' says the other brother, Bill. `Hullo! are we to go on the platform with the

The reason was that as we went up the church all together, all in a heap, with the Barneses and the bride, they

thought we must be related to 'em; and the church being chokefull they shunted us on to the place inside the

rails, where we found ourselves drafted into the small yard with the bridegroom, the bride, the parson, and all

There wasn't much time to spare, what with the racing and the general bustle of the day. The miners gave a

sort of buzz of admiration as Bella and Maddie and the others came up the aisle. They looked very well,

there's no manner of doubt. They were both tallish girls, slight, but well put together, and had straight features

and big bright eyes, with plenty of fun and meaning in 'em. All they wanted was a little more colour like, and

between the hurry for time and Bella getting married, a day's work that don't come often in any one's life, and

having about a thousand people to look at 'em, both the girls were flushed up a good deal. It set them off

firstrate. I never saw either of them look so handsome before. Old Barnes had come down well for once, and

When the tyingup fakement was over everything went off firstrate. The bridegroom was a hardylooking,

upstanding young chap that looked as if work was no trouble to him. Next to a squatter I think a Government

surveyor's the best billet going. He can change about from one end of the district to another. He has a good

part of his time the regular free bush life, with his camp and his men, and the harder he works the more

money he makes. Then when he comes back to town he can enjoy himself and no mistake. He is not tied to

regular hours like other men in the service, and can go and come when he likes pretty well. Old Barnes would

be able to give Bella and her sister a tidy bit of money some day, and if they took care they'd be comfortable

enough off after a few years. He might have looked higher, but Bella would make any man she took to a

slashing good wife, and so she did him. So the parson buckles them to, and the last words were said. Starlight

steps forward and says, `I believe it's the custom in all circles to salute the bride, which I now do,' and he

gave Bella a kiss before every one in the most high and mighty and respectful manner, just as if he was a

prince of the blood. At the same time he says, `I wish her every happiness and good fortune in her married

life, and I beg of her to accept this trifling gift as a souvenir of the happy occasion.' Then he pulls off a ring

from his little finger and slips it on hers. The sun glittered on it for a moment. We could see the stones shine.

It was a diamond ring, every one could see. Then the Commissioner steps forward and begs to be permitted

the same privilege, which made Bella laugh and blush a bit. Directly after Mr. Chanewood, who had stood

quiet enough alongside of his wife, tucked her arm inside of his and walked away down the church, as if he

thought this kind of thing was well enough in its way, but couldn't be allowed to last all day.

When they got into the carriage and drove off the whole church was cleared, and they got such a cheer as you

might have heard at Tambaroora. The parson was the only living soul left near the building in five minutes.

Everybody was in such a hurry to get back to the course and see the big race of the meeting.

Starlight slipped away in the crowd from his two friends, and managed to get a quiet few minutes with me

and Gracey and Aileen; she was scolding him between jest and earnest for the kissing business, and said she

`Not that she knew you at first, a bit in the world,' Aileen said. `I watched her face pretty close, and I'm sure

she thought you were some grand gentleman, a friend of the Commissioner's and the Mr. Dawsons.'

`My dearest girl,' said he, `it was a promise I made months since that I should attend Bella's wedding, and I

never break my word, as I hope you will find. These girls have been good friends and true to us in our need.

There wasn't much more time. We both had to move off. He had just time to catch his drag, and I had to get

my horse. The Dawsons bullied him a bit for keeping them waiting, and swore he had stayed behind to flirt

`You're not to be trusted when there's temptation going,' Jack Dawson said. `Saw you talking to that Marston

girl. If you don't mind you'll have your head knocked off. They're a rum lot to deal with, I can tell you.'

`I must take care of myself,' he said, laughing. `I have done so in other lands, and I suppose yours is no

`This is a dashed queer country in some ways, and with deuced strange people in it, too, as you'll find by the

time you've had your colonial experience,' says Bill Dawson; `but there goes the saddlingbell!'

The course had 20,000 people on it now if there was one. About a dozen horses stood stripped for the race,

and the betting men were yelling out the odds as we got close enough to the stand to hear them. We had a

good look at the lot. Three or four goodlooking ones among them, and one or two flyers that had got in light

as usual. Rainbow was nowhere about. Darkie was on the card, but no one seemed to know where he was or

anything about him. We expected he'd start at 20 to 1, but somehow it leaked out that he was entered by old

Jacob Benton, and that acted as a damper on the layers of the odds. `Old Jake's generally there or thereabouts.

If he's a duffer, it's the first one he's brought to the post. Why don't the old varmint show up?'

This was what I heard about and round, and we began to get uneasy ourselves, for fear that something might

have happened to him or the horse. About 8 or 9 to 1 was all we could get, and that we took over and over

As the horses came up the straight, one after the other, having their pipeopeners, you'd have thought no race

had been run that week, to see the interest all the people took in it. My word, Australia is a horsey country,

and no mistake. With the exception of Arabia, perhaps, as they tell us about, I can't think as there's a country

on the face of the earth where the people's fonder of horses. From the time they're able to walk, boys and

girls, they're able to ride, and ride well. See the girls jump on barebacked, with nothing but a gunnybag

under 'em, and ride over logs and stones, through scrub and forest, down gullies, or along the side of a

mountain. And a horse race, don't they love it? Wouldn't they give their souls almost and they do often

enough for a real flyer, a thoroughbred, able to run away from everything in a country race. The horse is a

fatal animal to us natives, and many a man's ruin starts from a bit of horseflesh not honestly come by.

But our racing ain't going forward, and the day's passing fast. As I said, everybody was looking at the horses

coming along with the rush of the thoroughbred when he's `on his top' for condition; his coat like satin,

and his legs like iron. There were lots of the bush girls on horseback, and among them I soon picked out

Maddie Barnes. She was dressed in a handsome habit and hat. How she'd had time to put them on since the

wedding I couldn't make out, but women manage to dress faster some times than others. She'd wasted no time

She was mounted on a fine, tall, upstanding chestnut, and Joe Moreton was riding alongside of her on a

goodlooking bay, togged out very superior also. Maddie was in one of her larking humours, and gave Joe

`I don't see my horse here yet,' she says to Joe, loud enough for me to hear; but she knew enough not to talk

to me or pretend to know me. `I want to back him for a fiver. I hope that old Jacob hasn't gone wrong.'

`What do you call your horse?' says Joe. `I didn't know your father had one in this race.'

`No fear,' says Maddie; `only this horse was exercised for a bit near our place. He's a regular beauty, and

`That's a secret at present,' says she; `but you'll know some day, when you're a bit older, if you behave

yourself. He's Mr. Jacob Benton's Darkie now, and you bet on him to the coat on your back.'

`I'll see what I think of him first,' says Joe, who didn't fancy having a horse rammed down his throat like that.

`If you don't like him you don't like me,' says Maddie. `So mind that, Joe Moreton.'

Just as she spoke there was a stir in the crowd, and old Jacob came along across the course leading a horse

with a sheet on, just as easygoing as if he'd a day to spare. One of the stewards rode up to him, and asked

The old chap pulls out his watch. `You'll stick to your advertised time, won't you? I've time to weigh, time to

pull off this here sheet and my overcoat, time to mount, and a minute to spare. I never was late in my life,

Most of the riding mob was down with the racehorses, a distance or so from the stand, where they was to

start, the course being over two miles. So the weighing yard and stand was pretty well empty, which was just

The old man walks over to the scales and has himself weighed all regular, declaring a pound overweight for

fear of accidents. He gets down as quiet and easy as possible to the starting point, and just in time to walk up

steadily with the other horses, when down goes the starter's flag, and `Off' was the word. Starlight and the

Dawsons were down there waiting for him. As they went away one of the ringmen says, `Ten to one against

Darkie. I lay Darkie.' `Done,' says Starlight; `will you do it in tens?' `All right,' says the `book'. `I'll take you,'

They'd taken all they could get the night before at the hotel; and as no one knew anything about Darkie, and

Mr. Dawson drove pretty near the stand then, and they all stood up in the drag. I went back to Aileen and

Gracey Storefield. We were close by the winning post when they came past; they had to go another time

The Sydney horses were first and second, the diggers' favourite third; but old Rainbow, lying well up, was

coming through the ruck hard held and looking full of running. They passed close by us. What a sight it is to

see a dozen blood horses in top condition come past you like a flash of lightning! How their hoofs thunder on

the level turf! How the jockeys' silk jackets rustle in the wind they make! How muscle and sinew strain as

they pretty near fly through the air! No wonder us young fellows, and the girls too, feel it's worth a year of

their lives to go to a good race. Yes, and will to the world's end. `O you darling Rainbow!' I heard Aileen say.

`Are you going to win this race and triumph over all these grand horses? What a sight it will be! I didn't think

It didn't seem hardly any time before they were halfway round again, and the struggle was on, in good

downright earnest. One of the Sydney horses began to shake his tail. The other still kept the lead. Then the

`Hotspur, Hotspur! No. Bronzewing has it Bronzewing. It's Bronzewing's race. Turon for ever!' the crowd

`Oh! look at Rainbow!' says Aileen. And just then, at the turn, old Jacob sat down on him. The old horse

challenged Bronzewing, passed him, and collared Hotspur. `Darkie! Darkie!' shouts everybody. `No! Hotspur

Darkie's coming Darkie Darkie! I tell yer Darkie.' And as old Jacob made one last effort, and

landed him a winner by a clear head, there was a roar went up from the whole crowd that might have been

Starlight jumps off the drag and leads the old horse into the weighing yard. The steward says `Dismount.' No

fear of old Jacob getting down before he heard that. He takes his saddle in his lap and gets into the scales.

`Weight,' says the clerk. Then the old fellow mounts and rides past the judge's box. `I declare Mr. Benton's

horse Darkie to be the winner of the Turon Grand Handicap, Bronzewing second horse, Hotspur third,' says

Well, there was great cheering and hollering, though none knew exactly whose horse he was or anything

about him; but an Australian crowd always likes to see the best horse win and they like fair play so

Aileen stroked and petted him and patted his neck and rubbed his nose, and you'd raly thought the old horse

knew her, he seemed so gentlelike. Then the Commissioner came down and said Mrs. Hautley, the police

magistrate's wife, and some other ladies wanted to see the horse that had won the race. So he was taken over

`It's an odd thing, Dawson,' says the Commissioner, `nobody here knows this horse, where he was bred, or

anything about him. Such a grand animal as he is, too! I wish Morringer could have seen him; he's always

`He's a horse you don't see every day,' says Bill Dawson. `I'll give a couple of hundred for him right off.'

`Not for sale at present,' says old Jacob, looking like a castiron image. `I'll send ye word when he is.'

`All right,' says Mr. Dawson. `What a shoulder, what legs, what loins he has! Ah! well, he'll be weighted out

`Very neat animal, shows form,' drawls Starlight. `Worth three hundred in the shires for a hunter; if he can

jump, perhaps more; but depends on his manners must have manners in the huntingfield, Dawson, you

`Manners or not,' says Bill Dawson, `it's my opinion he could have won that race in a canter. I must find out

`I'll go you halves if you like,' says Starlight. `I weally believe him to be a good animal.'

Just then up rides Warrigal. He looks at the old horse as if he had never seen him before, nor us neither. He

rides close by the heads of Mr. Dawson's team, and as he does so his hat falls off, by mistake, of course. He

I rode back to town with Aileen and Gracey; said goodbye a hard matter it was, too and sloped off to

Starlight hails a cabby (he told me this afterwards) and gets him to drive him over to the inn where he was

staying, telling the Dawsons he'd have the wine put in ice for the dinner, that he wanted to send off a letter to

Sydney by the post, and he'd be back on the course in an hour in good time for the last race.

In about halfanhour back comes the same cabman and puts a note into Bill Dawson's hand. He looks at it,

Just as it was getting dark, and the last race just run, back comes Sir Ferdinand and all the police. They'd

ridden hard, as their horses showed, and Sir Ferdinand (they say) didn't look half as goodnatured as he

`You've lost a great meeting, Morringer,' says the Commissioner. `Great pity you had to be off just when you

did. But that's just like these infernal scoundrels of bushrangers. They always play up at the most

`Get on with them?' roars Sir Ferdinand, almost making a hole in his manners he was that tired out and

done he could hardly sit on his horse `why, we've been sold as clean as a whistle. I believe some of the

`That's impossible,' says the Commissioner. `There's been no one here that the police are acquainted with; not

`No strange men nor horses, no disguises?' says Sir Ferdinand. Here he brings out a crumpled bit of paper,

If sur firdnand makes haist back heel be in time to see Starlite's Raneboe win the handy capp. BILLY THE

`I firmly believe that young scoundrel, who will be hanged yet, strung us on after Moran ever so far down

south, just to leave the coast clear for the Marstons, and then sent me this, too late to be of any use.'

`Quite likely. But the Marstons couldn't be here, let alone Starlight, unless by Jove! but that's impossible.

`Gone back to the inn. Couldn't stand the course after the handicap. You're to dine with us, Commissioner;

`Name Lascelles. Just from home came by India. Splendid fellow! Backed Darkie for the handicap we

`Very grand animal. Old fellow had him in a tent, about a mile down the creek; dark bay, star in forehead.

`There's a tent down there near the creek, I think you said, Dawson. Bring up the racehorse you find there,

`And now I think I'll drive in with you, Dawson' (dismounting, and handing his horse to a trooper). `I suppose

a decent dinner will pick me up, though I feel just as much inclined to hang myself as do anything else at

present. I should like to meet this travelled friend of yours; strangers are most agreeable.'

Sir Ferdinand was right in thinking it was hardly worth while going through the form of seeing whether we

had waited for him. Lieutenant Lascelles, on leave from his regiment in India, had taken French leave. When

inquiry was made at the hotel, where dinner had been ordered by Mr. Dawson and covers laid for a dozen, he

had just stepped out. No one seemed to know exactly where to find him. The hotel people thought he was

with the Mr. Dawsons, and they thought he was at the hotel. When they surrounded the tent, and then rushed

it, all that it contained was the body of old Jacob Benton, lying dead drunk on the floor. A horserug was

over him, his racing saddle under his head, and his pockets stuffed with fivepound notes. He had won his

race and got his money, so he was not bound in honour to keep sober a minute longer.

Rainbow was gone, and there was nothing to be got out of him as to who had taken him or which way he had

gone. Nobody seemed to have `dropped' to me. I might have stayed at Turon longer if I'd liked. But it wasn't

We rode away straight home, and didn't lose time on the road, you bet. Not outandout fast, either; there

was no need for that. We had a clear two hours' start of the police, and their horses were pretty well knocked

It was a grand night, and, though we didn't feel up to much in the way of talking, it wasn't bad in its way.

Starlight rode Rainbow, of course; and the old horse sailed away as if a hundred miles or a thousand made no

Warrigal led the way in front. He always went as straight as a line, just the same as if he'd had a compass in

`There's nothing like adventure,' says Starlight, at last. `As some one says, who would have thought we

should have come out so well? Fortune favours the brave, in a general way, there's no doubt. By George!

what a comfort it was to feel one's self a gentleman again and to associate with one's equals. Ha! ha! how

savage Sir Ferdinand is by this time, and the Commissioner! As for the Dawsons, they'll make a joke of it.

Fancy my dining at the camp! It's about the best practical joke I ever carried out, and I've been in a good

`The luckiest turn we've ever had,' says I. `I never expected to see Gracey and Aileen there, much less to go

`It makes it all the rougher going back, that's the worst of it,' says he. `Good God! what fools, idiots, raving

lunatics, we've all been! Why, but for our own infernal folly, should we be forced to shun our fellowmen,

and hide from the light like beasts of prey? What are we better? Better? nay, a hundred times worse. Some

day I shall shoot myself, I know I shall. What a muff Sir Ferdinand must be, he's missed me twice already.'

Here he rode on, and never opened his mouth again till we began to rise the slope at the foot of Nulla

Mountain. When the dark fit was on him it was no use talking to him. He'd either not seem to hear you, or

else he'd say something which made you sorry for opening your mouth at all. It gave us all we could do to

keep along with him. He never seemed to look where he was going, and rode as if he had a spare neck at any

rate. When we got near the pass to the mountain, I called out to him that he'd better pull up and get off. Do

you think he'd stop or make a sign he heard me? Not a bit of it. He just started the old horse down when he

came to the path in the cliff as if it was the easiest road in the world. He kept staring straight before him while

the horse put down his feet, as if it was regular good fun treading up rugged sharp rocks and rolling stones,

and turf wasn't worth going over. It seemed to me as if he wanted to kill himself for some reason or other. It

would have been easy enough with some horses, but you could have ridden Rainbow down the roof of a

house and jumped him into the front balcony, I firmly believe. You couldn't throw him down; if he'd dropped

Dad was glad enough to see us; he was almost civil, and when he heard that Rainbow had won the `big

money' he laughed till I thought he'd do himself mischief, not being used to it. He made us tell him over again

about Starlight and I going to the ball, and our seeing Aileen and Gracey there; and when he came to the part

where Starlight made the bride a present of a diamond ring I thought he never would have done chuckling to

himself. Even old Crib looked at me as if he didn't use to think me much of a fellow, but after this racket had

`Won't there be a jolly row in the papers when they get all these different characters played by one chap, and

that man the Captain?' says he. `I knew he was clever enough for anything; but this beats all. I don't believe

`Not alive!' says Starlight, rather grim and gloomylooking; then he walks off by himself.

We stabled Rainbow, of course, for a week or two after this being in training it wouldn't do to turn him

out straight at once. Hardy as he was, no horse could stand that altogether; so we kept him under shelter in a

roughish kind of a loose box we had knocked up, and fed him on bush hay. We had a small stack of that in

case we wanted to keep a horse in which we did sometimes. In the daytime he was loose in the yard. After

a bit, when he was used to the weather, he was turned out again with his old mob, and was never a hair the

worse of it. We took it easy ourselves, and sent out Warrigal for the letters and papers. We expected to knock

Sure enough, there was the deuce and all to pay when the big Sydney papers got hold of it, as well as the little

Was it true that the police had again been hoodwinked, justice derided, and the law set at defiance by a gang

of ruffians who would have been run down in a fortnight had the police force been equal to the task entrusted

to them? Was the moral sentiment of the country population so perverted, so obliterated, that robbers and

murderers could find safe harbourage, trustworthy friends, and secret intelligence? Could they openly show

themselves in places of public resort, mingle in amusements, and frequent the company of unblemished and

distinguished citizens; and yet more, after this flagrant insult to the Government of the land, to every sacred

principle of law and order, they could disappear at will, apparently invisible and invulnerable to the officers

of the peace and the guardians of the public safety? It was incredible, it was monstrous, degrading, nay,

intolerable, and a remedy would have to be found either in the reorganisation of an inefficient police force or

`Good for the "Sydney Monitor",' says Starlight; `that reporter knows how to doubleshot his guns, and

winds up with a broadside. Let us see what the "Star" says. I had a bet with the editor, and paid it, as it

That we have had strong casts from time to time and exciting performances at our local theatres, no one will

deny; but perhaps the inhabitants of Turon never witnessed a more enthralling melodrama than was played

during the first two days of our race meeting before a crowded and critical audience, and never, we can state

from a somewhat extended experience of matters dramatic, did they gaze on a more finished actor than the

gentleman who performed the leading part. Celebrated personages have ere now graced our provincial

boards. On the occasion of the burning of the Theatre Royal in Sydney, we were favoured with the presence

in our midst of artists who rarely, if ever before, had quitted the metropolitan stage. But our "jeune premier"

Where is there a member of the profession who could have sustained his part with faultless ease and

selfpossession, being the whole time aware of the fact that he smiled and conversed, danced and diced,

dined and slept (ye gods! did he sleep?), with a price upon his head with the terrible doom of dishonour

and inevitable death hanging over him, consequent upon a detection which might occur at any moment?

Yet was there a stranger guest among us who did all this and more with unblenching brow, unruffled

selfpossession, unequalled courtesy, who, if discovered, would have been arrested and consigned to a

lockup, only to be exchanged for the gloom and the manacles of the condemned cell. He, indeed, after

taking a prominent part in all the humours of the vast social gathering by which the Turon miners celebrated

their annual games, disappeared with the almost magical mystery which has already marked his proceedings.

Whom could we possibly allude to but the celebrated, the illustrious, we grieve to be compelled to add, the

notorious Starlight, the hero of a hundred legends, the Australian Claude Duval?

Yes, almost incredible as it may seem to our readers and persons at a distance imperfectly acquainted with

exceptional phases of colonial life, the robber chief (and, for all we know, more than one of his

aidesdecamp) was among us, foremost among the betting men, the observed of all observers in the grand

stand, where, with those popular country gentlemen, the Messrs. Dawson, he cheered the winners in the two

We narrate as a plain, unvarnished truth that this accomplished and semihistorical personage raced a horse

of his own, which turns out now to have been the famous Rainbow, an animal of such marvellous speed,

courage, and endurance that as many legends are current about him as of Dick Turpin's wellknown steed.

He attended the marriage, in St. Matthew's Church, of Miss Isabel Barnes, the daughter of our respected

neighbour, Mr. Jonathan Barnes, when he presented the bride with a costly and beautiful diamond ring,

completing the round of his vagaries by dining on invitation with the Commissioner at the camp mess, and,

with that high official, honouring our race ball with his presence, and sunning himself in the smiles of our

We are afraid that we shall have exhausted the fund of human credulity, and added a fresh and original

chapter to those tales of mystery and imagination of which the late Edgar Allan Poe was so masterly a

More familiarly rendered, it seems that the fascinating Captain Starlight "as mild a mannered man" (like

Lambre) "as ever scuttled a ship or cut a throat," presented himself opportunely at one of the mountain

hostelries, to the notice of our goodhearted squires of Wideview, Messrs. William and John Dawson. One of

their wheelers lay at the point of death a horse of great value when the agreeable stranger suggested a

With all their generous instincts stirred, the Messrs. Dawson invited the gentleman to take a seat in their

wellappointed drag. He introduced himself as Mr. Lascelles, holding a commission in an Indian regiment of

Just sufficiently sunburned, perfect in manner, full of information, humorous and original in conversation,

and with all the "prestige" of the unknown, small wonder that "The Captain" was regarded as a prize, socially

considered, and introduced right and left. Ha! ha! What a most excellent jest, albeit rather keen, as far as Sir

Ferdinand is concerned! We shall never, never cease to recall the humorous side of the whole affair. Why, we

ourselves, our august editorial self, actually had a bet in the stand with the audacious pretender, and won it,

too. Did he pay up? Of course he did. A "pony", to wit, and on the nail. He does nothing by halves, "notre

capitaine". We have been less promptly reimbursed, indeed, not paid at all, by gentlemen boasting a fairer

record. How graciously he smiled and bowed as, with his primrose kid gloves, he disengaged the two tenners

The last time we had seen him was in the dock at Nomah, being tried in the great cattle case, that "cause

celebre". To do him justice, he was quite as cool and unconcerned there, and looked as if he was doing the

Adieu! fare thee well, Starlight, bold Rover of the Waste; we feel inclined to echo the lament of the ancient

Lord Douglas "'Tis pity of him, too," he cried; "Bold can he speak, and fairly ride; I warrant him a warrior

tried." It is in the interests of justice, doubtless, that thou be hunted down, and expiate by deathdoom the

crimes which thou and thy myrmidons have committed against society in the sight of God and man. But we

cannot, for the life of us, take a keen interest in thy capture. We owe thee much, Starlight; many a slashing

leader, many a spicy paragraph, many a stately reflection on contemporary morals hast thou furnished us

with. Shall we haste to the slaughter of the rarest bird golden ovaried? We trow not. Get thee to the

wilderness, and repent thee of thy sins. Why should we judge thee? Thou hast, if such dubious donation may

Well done, the "Turon Star"!' says Starlight, after he read it all out. `I call that very fair. There's a flavour of

good feeling underneath much of that nonsense, as well as of porter and oysters. It does a fellow a deal more

good than slanging him to believe that he's human after all, and that men think so.'

`Do you reckon that chap was sober when he wrote that?' says father. `Blest if I can make head or tail of it.

Half what them fellows puts down is regular rot. Why couldn't he have cut it a bit shorter, too?'

`The "Banner" comes next,' says Starlight, tearing it open. `We shall have something short and sweet after the

This mercurial brigand, it would appear, has paid Turon another visit, but, with the exception of what may be

considered the legalised robbery of the betting ring, has not levied contributions. Rather the other way,

indeed. A hasty note for Mr. Dawson, whom he had tricked into temporary association by adopting one of the

disguises he can so wonderfully assume, requested that gentleman to receive the Handicap Stakes, won by his

horse, Darkie, alias Rainbow, and to hand them over to the treasurer of the Turon Hospital, which was

Sir Ferdinand and the police had been decoyed away previously nearly 100 miles by false intelligence as to

Moran and his gang. Our town and treasure were thus left undefended for fortyeight hours, while a daring

criminal and his associates mingled unsuspected with all classes. We have always regarded the present

system facetiously called police protection as a farce. This latter fiasco will probably confirm the idea

with the public at large. We, unlike a contemporary, have no morbid sympathy with crime embroidered or

otherwise; our wishes, as loyal subjects, are confined to a short shrift and a high gallows for all who dare to

`That's easy to understand, barrin' a word here and there,' says father, taking his pipe out of his mouth and

laying it down; `that's the way they used to talk to us in the old days. Dashed if I don't think it's the best way

after all. You know where you are. The rest's flummery. All on us as takes to the cross does it with our eyes

`I'm afraid you're right, governor; but why didn't these moral ideas occur to you, for instance, and others

`Why?' says father, getting up and glaring with his eyes, `because I was a blind, ignorant dog when I was

young, as had never been taught nothing, and knowed nothing, not so much as him there' (pointing to Crib),

`for he knows what his business is, and I didn't. I was thrashed and starved, locked up in a gaol, chained and

flogged after that, and half the time for doing what I didn't know was wrong, and couldn't know more than

one of them fouryearold colts out there that knocks his head agin the yard when he's roped, and falls

backards and breaks his neck if he ain't watched. Whose business was it to have learned me better? That I

can't rightly say, but it seemed it was the business of the Government people to gaol me, and iron me, and

flog me. Was that justice? Any man's sense 'll tell him it wasn't. It's been them and me for it since I got my

We none of us felt in the humour to say much after that. Father had got into one of his tantrums, and when he

did he was fit to be tied; only I'd not have took the contract for something. Whatever it was that had happened

to him in the old times when he was a Government man he didn't talk about. Only every now and then he'd let

out just as he did now, as if nothing could ever set him straight again, or keep him from fighting against them,

as he called the swells and the Government, and everybody almost that was straightgoing and honest. He'd

been at it a good many years, one way and another, and any one that knew him didn't think it likely he'd

The next dust we got into was all along of a Mr. Knightley, who lived a good way down to the south, and it

was one of the worst things we ever were mixed up in. After the Turon races and all that shine, somehow or

other we found that things had been made hotter for us than ever since we first turned out. Go where we

would, we found the police always quick on our trail, and we had two or three very close shaves of it. It

looked as if our luck was dead out, and we began to think our chance of getting across the border to

Dad kept foraging about to get information, and we sent Warrigal and Billy the Boy all over the country to

Sir Ferdinand was always on the move, but we knew he couldn't do it all himself unless he got the office from

There was one of the goldfields commissioners, a Mr. Knightley, a very keen, cool hand; he was a great

sporting man, and a dead shot, like Mr. Hamilton. Well, this gentleman took it into his head to put on extra

steam and try and run us down. He'd lost some gold by us in the escort robbery, and not forgotten it; so it

seems he'd been trying his best to fit us ever since. Just at first he wasn't able for much, but later on he

managed to get information about us and our beat, whenever we left the Hollow, and he put two and two

together, and very nearly dropped on us, as I said before, two or three times. We heard, too, that he should

say he'd never rest till he had Starlight and the Marstons, and that if he could get picked police he'd bring us

We didn't care much about blowing of this sort in a general way; but one of dad's telegraphs sent word in that

Mr. Knightley had a couple of thousand pounds worth of gold from a new diggings lodged at his private

residence for a few days till he could get the escort to call for it; that there was only him and a German

Moran and Daly knew about this, and they were dead on for sticking up the place and getting hold of the

gold. Besides that, we felt savage about his trying to run us in. Of course, it was his duty and that of all

magistrates and commissioners in a general way. But he wasn't an officer of police, and we thought he was

going outside of his line. So when all came to all, we made up our minds to learn him a lesson to stick to his

own work; besides, a thousand ounces of gold was no foolish touch, and we could kill two birds with one

stone. Moran, Daly, and Joe Wall were to be in it besides. We didn't like working with them. Starlight and I

were dead against it. But we knew they'd tackle it by themselves if we backed out. So we agreed to make one

thing of it. We were to meet at a place about ten miles off and ride over there together.

Just about ten o'clock we closed in on the place, and left Billy the Boy and Warrigal with the horses, while

we sneaked up. We couldn't get near, though, without his knowing it, for he always had a lot of sporting dogs

pointers, retrievers, kangaroo dogs, no end. They kicked up a deuce of a row, and barked and howled

enough to raise the dead, before we got within a quarter of a mile from the house.

Of course he was on his guard then, and before long the bullets began to fly pretty thick among us, and we

had to take cover to return fire and keep as dark as we could. No doubt this Dr. Schiller loaded the guns and

We blazed away too, and as there was no stable at the back we surrounded the house and tried hard to find an

opening. Devil a chance there seemed to be; none of us dared show. So sure as we did we could hear one of

those Winchester rifle bullets sing through the air, almost on the top of us. We all had a close shave more

For more than half the night he kept cannonading away, and we didn't seem able to get any nearer the place.

At last we drew lots which should try and get up close to the place, so as to make a rush while we poured in

The lot fell upon Patsey Daly. `Goodbye, all,' he said. `I'm dashed if I don't think Knightley will bag me. I

don't half like charging him, and that's God's truth. Anyhow I'll try for that barrel there; and if I get behind it I

He made a rush, half on his hands and knees, and managed to get behind this barrel, where he was safe from

being hit as long as he kept well behind it. Then he peppered away, right and left.

On the left of the verandah there was a door stood partly open, and after a bit a man in a light overcoat and a

white hat, like Mr. Knightley always wore, showed himself for a second. Daly raps away at this, and the man

staggers and falls. Patsey shows himself for a moment from behind the cask, thinking to make a rush forward;

that minute Mr. Knightley, who was watching him from a window (the other was only an image), lets drive at

him, cool and steady, and poor Patsey drops like a cock, and never raised his head again. He was shot through

We began to think at last that we had got in for a hot thing, and that we should have to drop it like Moran's

mob at Kadombla. However, Starlight was one of those men that won't be beat, and he kept getting more and

more determined to score. He crept away to the back of the building, where he could see to fire at a top

He had the repeating rifle he'd won from me; he never let it go afterwards, and he could make wonderful

shooting with it. He kept it going so lively that they began to be hard pressed inside, and had to fire away

twice as much ammunition as they otherwise would. It always beat me how they contrived to defend so many

points at once. We tried back and front, doors and windows. Twenty times we tried a rush, but they were

always ready so it seemed and their fire was too hot for us to stand up to, unless we wanted to lose

The shooting was very close. Nearly every one of us had a scratch Starlight rather the worst, as he was

more in the front and showed himself more. His left arm was bleeding pretty free, but he tied a handkerchief

over it and went on as if nothing had happened, only I could see that his face had that set look he only got

At last we began to see that the return fire was slacking off, while ours was as brisk as ever.

`Hurrah!' says Starlight, `I believe they'll give in soon. If they had any cartridges they would have had every

man of us in that last rush. Let's try another dodge. Here goes for a batteringram, Dick!'

He pointed to a long, heavy sapling which had been fetched in for a sleeper or something of that sort. We

picked it up, and, taking a run back, brought it with all its weight against the front door. In it went like a sheet

of bark; we almost fell as we ran forward and found ourselves in a big, dark hall. It seemed very queer and

We half expected another volley. But nothing came. We could only stand and wait. The others had gone

`Get to a corner, Dick; they're always the safest places. We must mind it isn't an ambush. What the devil's the

matter? Are they going to suicide, like the people in the round tower of Jhansi?'

`There are no women here,' I said. `There's no saying what Mr. Knightley might do if his wife had been here.'

`Thank God, she's away at Bathurst,' said Starlight. `I hate seeing women put out. Besides, everybody bows

down to Mrs. Knightley. She's as good as she's handsome, I believe, and that's saying a great deal.'

Just then Moran and Wall managed to find their way into the other side of the house, and they came tearing

into the hall like a pair of colts. They looked rather queer when they saw us three and no one else.

`What in thunder's up?' says Moran. `Are they all gone to bed, and left us the spare rooms? Poor Patsey won't

`Better make some search upstairs,' says Starlight. `Who'll go first? You make a start, Moran; you like

`Couldn't think of going before the Captain,' says Moran, with a grin. `I'll follow where you lead.'

`All right!' says Starlight; `here goes,' and he started to walk upstairs, when all of a sudden he stopped and

looked up as if something had surprised him above a bit. Then he stepped back and waited. I noticed he took

It was an oldfashioned house for that part of the world, built a good many years ago by a rich settler, who

was once the owner of all that side of the country. The staircase was all stone, ornamented every way it could

Just about halfway up was a broad landing, and on this, all of a sudden, appeared four people, inclined by

their ways to come down to where we were, while we were all wondering, for a reason you'll see afterwards.

It was Mr. Knightley who took the lady's arm it was his wife, and she had been there all the time, firing at

us as like as not, or at any rate helping. The others followed, and they all walked quite solemn and

It was a strange sight. There we were standing and leaning about the dark hall, staring and wondering, and

these people walking down to meet us like ghosts, without speaking or anything else.

Mr. Knightley was a tall, handsome man, with a grand black beard that came down to his chest. He walked

like a lord, and had that kind of manner with him that comes to people that have always been used to be

waited on and have everything found for them in this world. As for his wife, she was given in to be the

handsomest woman in the whole countryside tall and graceful, with a beautiful smile, and soft fair hair.

Everybody liked and respected her, gentle and simple everybody had a good word for her. You couldn't

have got any one to say different for a hundred pounds. There are some people, here and there, like this

among the gentlefolk, and, say what you like, it does more to make coves like us look a little closer at things

and keep away from what's wrong and bad than all the parsons' talk twice over. Mrs. Knightley was the only

woman that ever put me in mind of Miss Falkland, and I can't say more than that.

So, as I said before, it was quite a picture to see them walk slowly and proudly down and sweep into the hall

as if they'd been marching into a ballroom. We had both seen them at the ball at the Turon, and everybody

Now they were entering their own hall in a different way. But you couldn't have told much of what they felt

by their faces. He was a proud man, and felt bitterly enough that he had to surrender to a gang of men that he

hated and despised, that he'd boasted he could run down and capture in a month. Now the tables were turned.

He and his beautiful wife were in our power, and, to make matters worse, one of our band lay dead, beside

I looked at our men. As they stepped on to the floor of the hall and looked round Mrs. Knightley smiled. She

looked to me like an angel from heaven that had come by chance into the other place and hadn't found out her

mistake. I saw Starlight start as he looked at her. He was still leaning against the wall, and there was a soft,

sorrowful look in his eyes, like I remember noticing once before while he was talking to Aileen about his

early days, a thing he never did but once. Part of her hair had straggled down, and hung in a sort of ringlet by

her face. It was pale, but clear and brightlooking, and there was a thin streak of blood across her forehead

I looked over at Moran. He and Wall sat in a corner, looking as grim and savage as possible, while his deadly

black eyes had a kind of gloomy fire in them that made him look like a wild beast in a cage.

Mr. Knightley was a man that always had the first word in everything, and generally the best of an argument

He began now. `Well, my men, I have come down to surrender, and I'm sorry to be obliged to do so. But we

have fired our last cartridge the doctor thought we had a thousand left in which case, I may as well tell

you, you'd never have had this pleasure. Captain Starlight, I surrender my sword or should do so if I had

`I'm sure the Captain will never permit any harm to come to me,' says Mrs. Knightley, with a look in her eyes

that, in spite of herself, said a deal more than words. `Why, I danced "visavis" to him in a quadrille at the

`I shall never forget the honour,' says Starlight, walking forward and bowing low. `Permit me to offer you a

As he did so she sank down in it, and really looked as if she would faint away. It wouldn't have been much

Then Mr. Knightley began again. He wanted to know how he stood. He didn't like the look of Moran and

Wall they were a deal too quiet for him, and he could read men's faces like a book. The other two

prisoners were the German Dr. Schiller a plucky old chap, who'd been a rebel and a conspirator and I

don't know what all in his own country. He'd seen too much of that kind of thing to trouble himself over

much about a trifle of this kind. The old woman was a family servant, who had been with them for years and

years. She was a kind of worshipper of theirs, and was ready to live or die with her mistress.

So Mr. Knightley stood up and faced them all like a man. He was one of those chaps that makes up their

mind pretty quick about the sort of people they've got to deal with, and if there's anything to be said or done

lets 'em have it `straight from the shoulder'. As he stood there straight and square with his head thrown

back, and his eyes very bright and sharp they were looking every man's face over as if he was reading

a notice and had no time to spare, you couldn't have told, from his look, or voice, or manner, whether he was

afraid that things would go wrong, or whether he was dead sure they'd go right. Some men are like that.

Others you can tell every thought that's passing through their minds just as if it was printed in big letters on

Well, Mr. Knightley wasn't one of that sort, though I saw him keep his eye a trifle longer on Moran than the

`Now then, boys,' he says, `we've had our flutter out. I've done my best, and you've done yours. I've bagged

one of your lot, and you've done your best to pot me. See here,' and he lifts up the collar of his coat and

shows a hole through it, touches his head on the side, and brings away a red mark; and takes out his watch

with the case all battered in by a revolver bullet. `You can't say I hadn't cause to show fight,' and he points to

his wife. `Where's the man among you that wouldn't have done the same? An Englishman's house is his

He looked over at Starlight, but he didn't take no notice, and made no sign. I saw Mrs. Knightley look over at

him too. It was the first time I ever seen him look hard when there was a woman in the case, and such a one!

`Expect, be blowed! What the do you expect now we've got yer to rights; are we going to let you off

after knocking over Daly? No dashed fear, mister, we'll serve you the same way as you served him, as soon

as we've had some grub and another glass or two of your grog. You've got some fairish stuff here.'

`Why, Moran,' says Mr. Knightley, still making believe to joke and, by George! if he could laugh then, he

could sing a song with a bullet through him `you're getting badtempered since you used to be

horsebreaking for Mr. Lowe. Don't you remember that chestnut Sir Henry colt that no one else could ride,

and I backed you not to get thrown, and won a fiver? But I'm a man of the world and know how to play a

losing game at billiards as well as most men. Look here now! Daly's dead. We can't bring him to life again,

can we? If you shoot me, you'll be nothing to the good, and have every spare man in the three colonies at

your heels. This is a game of brag, though the stakes are high. I'll play a card. Listen. You shall have a

hundred fivers 500 Pounds in notes by tomorrow at four o'clock, if you'll let Mrs. Knightley and the

`Dn you and your money too,' growled Moran. `We'll have your blood, and nothing else. D'ye hear that?

You're a dead man now; if you're not buried by this time tomorrow, it won't be because you're not as ready

I saw Mrs. Knightley turn round and clasp her hands; her face grew as white as death, but she said nothing,

only looked over at Starlight, and her eyes grew bigger and bigger, while her mouth trembled just the least

`You're off your head, Moran,' says Mr. Knightley, pulling out a cigar and lighting it. `But I suppose you're

`Suppose we talk it over,' says Starlight, very quiet, but I knew by the first word that he spoke something was

coming. `Daly dropped, and it can't be helped. Accidents will happen. If you play at bowls you must take

rubbers. It has been a fair fight; no one can say otherwise. Let us put it to the vote. I propose that Mr.

Knightley's offer be accepted. Not that I intend to take a shilling of the money.'

`Nor me either,' says I. `So you three chaps will have it to share between you. I don't see that we can do

better. A fight's a fight, and if Patsey got his gruel it might have happened to Mr. Knightley himself. As for

`I suppose you think you and Starlight's going to boss the lot of us, because you've been doing it fine at the

Turon races along with a lot of blasted swells as 'ud scrag us if they had the chance, and we're to take so

much a head for our dashed lives, because we're only working chaps. Not if Dan Moran knows it. What we

Wall and Hulbert hadn't said anything before this. They were not bad chaps underneath, but Moran was such

a devil when he was raised that they didn't like to cross him. Besides, they had a down on Mr. Knightley, and

wanted to sheet it home to him somehow. They had got to the brandy too, and it didn't make matters any

Starlight didn't speak for a minute or two. I couldn't think what he was at. If Jim had been there we should

have been right, three to three. Now we were two to three. I knew Starlight had a good card to play, and was

ready to play it, but he was waiting on the deal. Mr. Knightley must have had some sort of notion of the hand;

He said nothing, and looked as cool as you please, smoking his cigar as if he had nothing on his mind and

wanted a rest. The lady sat quite still and pale, but her beautiful eyes kept wandering round from one to

another, like some pretty creature caught in a trap. Dr. Schiller found it hard lines on him to keep quiet all this

`Good heafens!' he says, `are you men, and will not say nodings when you haf such an ovver as dis? Subbose

you shood us all, what then? Will not the whole coundry rice and hund you down like mat docks?'

`That won't make it any better for you, mate,' says Moran, with a grin. `When you and he's lying under that

old tree outside, it'll make no odds to yer whether our rope's a long or a short 'un.'

Starlight moved a step or two over towards him, as if he was uncertain in his mind. Then he says to Wall and

`See here, men; you've heard what Moran says, and what I think. Which are you going to do? To help in a

brutal, cowardly murder, and never be able to look a man in the face again, or to take this money tomorrow?

a hundred and seventy each in notes, mind, and get away quietly or are you going to be led by Moran,

`Oh come, Dan, let's take the stuff,' says Wall. `I think it's good enough. What's the use of being contrary? I

`He be hanged!' says Moran, with eyes glaring and the whole of his face working like a man in a fit. `He's no

Captain of mine, and never was. I'll never stir from here till I have payment in blood for Daly's life. We may

as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. I've sworn to have that man's life tonight, and have it I will.'

`You'll have ours first, you bloodthirsty, murdering dog,' says Starlight; and, as he spoke, he slipped his

revolver into Mr. Knightley's hand, who covered Moran that moment. I drew mine, too, and had Wall under

Mrs. Knightley covered her eyes, the old woman screamed, and the doctor sat down on a chair and puffed

`We're three to three, now,' says Starlight; `you've only to move a finger and you're a dead man. Wall and

Hulbert can have a hand in it if they haven't had shooting enough for one evening. Do your worst, you

blackhearted brute! I've two minds to take you and run you in myself, if it's only to give you a lesson in

Moran's face grew as black as an ironbark tree after a bush fire. He raised his revolver, and in one second we

should have been in the middle of a desperate handtohand fight; and God knows how it might have ended

`It's no use, Dan, we won't stand it. You're a dashed fool and want to spoil everything for a bit of temper.

We'll take the notes and let Mrs. Knightley and the doctor clear out for Bathurst if you'll say honour bright

that you'll be at the Black Stump by tomorrow evening at five, and won't give the police the office.'

Moran, slow and sulkily, put down his hand and glared round like a dingo with the dogs round him as if

he didn't know which to snap at first. Then he looked at Mr. Knightley with a look of hellish rage and spite

that ten devils couldn't have improved upon, and, throwing himself down on a chair, drank off half a tumbler

`Settle it amongst yourselves, and be to you,' he said. `You're all agin me now; but, by , I'll be

It was all over now. Mr. Knightley took a match out of the silver matchbox at his watchchain, and lit

another cigar. I saw the tears trickling through Mrs. Knightley's fingers. Then she turned away her head, and

`You know your way about the place, Wall,' says Mr. Knightley, as if he was in his own house, just the same

as usual; `run up the horses, there's a good fellow; they're in the little horse paddock. Mrs. Knightley's is a

gray, and the doctor's is a mousecoloured mare with a short tail; you can't mistake them. The sooner they're

Wall looked rather amused, but went out, and we heard him rattle off to go round the paddock. The doctor

went upstairs, and buckled on a longnecked pair of oldfashioned spurs, and Mrs. Knightley walked away

like a woman in a dream to her own room, and soon afterwards returned in her ridinghabit and hat.

I foraged about and found the sidesaddle and bridle in the harnessroom. Everything was in tiptop order

there glass sides for keeping the dust off the fourinhand harness and all that kind of thing. All the bits

and stirrupirons like silver. There wasn't much time lost in saddlingup, you bet!

We watched pretty close lest Moran should take a new fancy into his head, but he stuck to the brandy bottle,

and very soon put himself from fighting or anything else. I wasn't sorry to see it. I was well aware he was as

treacherous as a dingo, and could sham dead or anything else to gain his ends and throw people off their

Well, the horses were brought out, and when Mr. Knightley lifted his wife up on to her saddle on the

highcrested gray thoroughbred with a dash of Arab blood from an old Satellite strain, I guess he was never

better pleased with anything in the world. They looked in each other's eyes for a minute, and then the old

horse started off along the road to Bathurst with his fast, springy walk. Starlight took off his hat and bowed

low in the most respectful way. Mrs. Knightley turned in her saddle and tried to say something, but the words

wouldn't come she could only wave her hand and then her head went down nearly to her saddle. The

doctor scrambled on to his horse's back, and trotted off after her. The gray moved off, shaking his head, at a

beautiful, easy, springy canter. We raised a cheer, and they swept round a corner of the road and out of sight.

`You'll find these rather good, Captain,' says Mr. Knightley, handing Starlight his cigarcase. `There's a box

upstairs in my dressingroom. If you'll allow me I'll order in dinner. There ought to be something decent if

my old cook hasn't been frightened out of his life, but I think he has seen too much to be put out of his way

`Now I think of it,' says Starlight, `I do really feel disposed for refreshment. I say, Wall, see if you can't get

that ferocious friend of yours into a room where he can sleep off his liquor. I really must apologise for his bad

`Perfectly, my dear fellow,' says Mr. Knightley. `Don't mention it. I shall always feel personally indebted to

you for far more than I can express. But let that pass for the present. What shall we do to pass the evening?

`Do I not,' says Starlight, his eyes lighting up in a way I didn't remember. `It's many a day since I've met with

`Then suppose we have a game or two,' says Mr. Knightley, `after dinner or supper, whichever we choose to

call it. I have cards; they luckily came up the other day. In the meantime you will find the claret very fair, and

We had a rattling good feed, and no mistake, whatever it was. The turkey was a grand bird, and weighed 21

lb., he told us. The cook had sent in some hot potatoes, and chaps like us that had been riding, walking, and

fighting for twenty hours right on end had just the sort of appetite that a bird of that kind deserved. He was as

fat as butter, too. They feed on dandelion seeds at that time of the year. It gives 'em a sort of gamy flavour

such as no other bird, wild or tame, has. To my liking the wild turkey beats the black duck even. He's the best

Mr. Knightley, too, now his wife was safe on her way to Bathurst, and things seemed going well, was full of

fun, and kept us all going. He helped everybody twice over, and wouldn't hear of any one keeping the bottle

standing. The night was close rather, and we were all that thirsty it went down like mother's milk. Wall and

Hulbert got pleasant enough and joined in, now that Moran was out of the way. He was snoring in a back

room, and, like a man in the deadhouse of a bush shanty, not likely to wake before sunrise. Mr. Knightley

told us some outandout good yarns, and Hulbert and Wall swore that if they'd known he was such a good

sort they'd never have thought of sticking up the place. He said he had been quite mistaken about them, and

that another time he should know better than to volunteer for work that was not part of his duty. By that time

the claret had gone round pretty often; and without being screwed we'd all had our tongues loosened a bit.

After that we lit our pipes, and we three began to play allfours and euchre, sometimes one pair, sometimes

another. As for Mr. Knightley and Starlight, they got out a curious filigree sort of a little cardtable and

began to play some outlandish game that I didn't know, and to look very serious over it.

They had notes for counters, and I could see, as I looked over every now and then, that each man was doing

all he knew to best the other. Sometimes one had the show; sometimes the other. We got tired and had

another smoke and turned in. The beds were snug and comfortable. Mr. Knightley showed us where to go,

Just before I turned in I went up to the table. They looked as keen at it as if they'd just began, and I heard

Starlight say, `I owe you a hundred now. I'll play you double or quits.' So I left them to it. I could see they

were not on for bed just then. Both men were cool enough, but I could see that Starlight (and I'd never known

him to touch a card before) was one of those men that would never rise from the table as long as he had a

shilling left, and would stake everything he had in the world upon the turn of a card.

We all slept sound, but most of us were up at sunrise. It doesn't do for chaps in our line to be caught napping,

and the police might have got wind where we were at work. We had our horses to look to, and to give a look

Starlight and Mr. Knightley didn't turn out, they took it easy, perhaps they'd been up later than us; anyhow,

they didn't show till breakfast, when they both made pretty fair time over the eatables.

My word! it was a breakfast, though we'd got a bit tired waiting for it. The old cook had hashed up the turkey;

it was stunning, almost better than the day before. Then bacon and eggs, grilled steak, fresh bread and butter,

coffee and tea, watercresses. Really, I thought we never should stop. It was lucky the police didn't come, or

we shouldn't have done much in the fighting line, or the runaway either. As it turned out, Sir Ferdinand wasn't

so very far off the line, but he took another road. He never had any luck somehow in following us up, though

he had some firstrate chances. Moran was off his feed, and wouldn't come in. He took a nip and walked

After breakfast and a turn round the stables, blest if Starlight and Mr. Knightley didn't have out the cards

again, and at it they went as fresh and keen as ever. We didn't know what in the world to do with ourselves

till it was time to start to ride out to the Black Stump, where we were to meet the doctor and collar the 500

Pounds. They didn't waste a minute of their time, till about halfpast twelve Starlight puts down his cards

`I'm afraid we have no more time to spare. I've enjoyed the play more than I have done anything for years. I

leave you 100 Pounds now in notes, and you must take my I O U for the balance. What bank shall I pay it

`Within a month,' says Starlight, bowing. `And now a glass of wine and a biscuit, it's time to be off.'

We had something as good, nearer the mark than that, and Moran sat down too, and played a good knife and

fork. He'd come to, after his booze, and was ready for any fresh villainy, as usual. He didn't let on to be nasty,

but he looked sulky enough, and I saw his eye fixed on Mr. Knightley and Starlight now and then as if he'd

have given a good deal to have had them where they hadn't so many at their backs.

We ate well and drank better still at the lunch, although we had such a regular tuckout at breakfast time. Mr.

Knightley wouldn't hear of any of us shirking our liquor, and by the time we'd done all hands were pretty well

on. Moran himself began to look pleasant, or as good a sample of it as I'd ever seen in him. Mr. Knightley

could get round the devil himself, I believe. I never saw his equals at that business; and this particular time he

was in great feather, seeing that he was likely to get out of an ugly business all right. He was as sure of the

500 Pounds in notes being there at the appointed hour as he was of the sun setting that particular evening.

`I think it's a fair thing,' says Starlight at last, looking at his watch. Mr. Knightley wasn't the first to speak, no

fear. `Take us all our time to get to the Black Stump. We shall have to ride, too.' Moran and Wall got up and

fetched their horses. Mr. Knightley's was led up by one of his men. He was a big handsome roan, in top

condition, and the man was riding a black horse with a tan muzzle that looked a trifle better, if anything. Mr.

Knightley turned out in boots and breeches, with a gold fox's head on his scarf, swell hunting fashion, as they

When Starlight's horse came up he was as lame as a tree, couldn't put his foot to the ground; got a kick or a

strain, or trod on a glass bottle or something. Anyhow he had only three legs that he could rise a move out of.

Starlight looked rather glum. He wasn't his second best or his third best either. All the same, a horse is a

`Confound it,' says he, `what a nuisance! It's just the way with these infernal halfbred brutes; they always let

`Look here, old fellow,' says Mr. Knightley, `leave him behind and take this black horse the boy's on; he's one

of the finest hacks you ever crossed. I refused sixty guineas for him the other day from Morringer.'

`Thanks, very much,' says Starlight, brightening up a bit; `but I hardly like to deprive you of him. Won't you

`Oh, I can manage without him,' says Mr. Knightley. `I'll let you have him for fifty and allow you ten pounds

We all laughed at this, and Moran said if he was dealing with Mr. Knightley he'd get him a pound or two

cheaper. But Starlight said, very seriouslike, that the arrangement would suit him very well. So he had his

saddle shifted, and the groom led back the bay and turned him loose in the paddock.

We mounted then, and it looked as if we were all matched for a race to the Black Stump. Moran had a good

horse, and when he set him going in the first bit of thick timber we came to, it took a man, I tell you, to keep

him in sight. Starlight made the black horse hit out in a way that must have been a trifle strange to him unless

he'd been in training lately. As for Mr. Knightley, he took it easy and sailed away on one side with Joe Wall

and me. He played it out cool to the last, and wasn't going to hurry himself for anybody.

Halfanhour before sundown we rode up to the Black Stump. It was a rumlooking spot, but everybody

knew it for miles round. There was nothing like it anywhere handy. It was within a reasonable distance of

Bathurst, and not so far from a place we could make to, where there was good shelter and hiding too, if we

There were two or three roads led up to it, and crossed there one from Bathurst, one to Turon, and another

straight into the forest country, which led range by range to Nulla Mountain. We could see on a good way

ahead, and, though there was no one at the tree when we came, a single horseman was riding along the road

for Bathurst. We all drew rein round the stump. It had been a tremendous big old ironbark tree nobody

knew how old, but it had had its top blown off in a thunderstorm, and the carriers had lighted so many fires

against the roots of it that it had been killed at last, and the sides were as black as a steamer's funnel. After a

bit we could make out the doctor's shorttailed, mousy mare and him powdering along at a sort of hand

When he came up close, he took off his hat and made a bow. `Chentlemen of the roat, I salude you,' he says.

`You haf kebt your bromise to the letter, and you will fint that Albert von Schiller has kept his. Hauptman!'

says he to Starlight, `I delifer to you the ransom of dies wothy chentleman and his most excellend and

hochbesahltes laty, who has much recovered from her fadigues, and I demant his freetom.'

`Well done, most trustrepaying and notevertobeentirelyforgotten herald,' says Starlight. `I hand over

to these worthy free companions the frankgeld; isn't that the term? and when they have counted it (for

they won't take your word or mine), the Graf here most highborn and highbeseeming, but

uncommonlynearending his glorious career magnate will be restored to you. Very pleasant company

While this was going on Starlight had collared the bundle of notes from the doctor, and chucked it over quite

carelesslike to Moran. `There it is for you,' says he. `You can divide it between you. Dick and I stand out

Moran didn't say anything, but he and Wall got off their horses and sat down on their heels native fashion.

Then they turned to, counting out the notes one by one. They were all fivers so it took some time as

they neither of 'em weren't very smart at figures, and after they'd got out twenty or thirty they'd get boxed,

like a new hand counting sheep, and have to begin all over again. It must have been aggravating to Mr.

Knightley, and he was waiting to be let go, in a manner of speaking. He never showed it, but kept smoking

and yarning with Starlight, pointing out how grand the sun was just asetting on the Bulga Mountains just

for all the world as if he'd given a picnic, and was making himself pleasant to the people that stayed longest.

At long last they'd got to the end of the conning, and divided the notes. Moran tied his up in a bunch, and

rolled 'em in his poncho; but Wall crammed his into his pocket and made 'em all stick out like a boy that's

been stealing apples. When they mounted their horses, Mr. Knightley shook hands with me and Starlight.

Then he turns round to Moran and Wall `We're parting good friends after all's said and done,' he says.

`Just as well matters have been settled this way. Come, now, in cool blood, ain't you rather glad, Moran?'

`Dashed if I know,' growls he. `All I know is, you're deuced well out of it; your luck mayn't be so good

`Nor yours either, my friend,' says Mr. Knightley, drawing up his bridlerein. `I had only a snapshot at you

when that bullet went through your poncho, or you'd be lying alongside of Daly. However, I needn't waste

my breath talking to that brute,' he says to Starlight. `I know well all I owe to you and Dick Marston here.

`You mean what I owe you,' says Starlight, turning it off with a laugh. `Never fear, you'll find that paid to

your credit in the bank. We have agents in all sorts of places. Goodbye, and a safe ride home. My respectful

compliments to Mrs. Knightley. Perhaps you'd better follow the doctor now.' The old gentleman had got tired

Two or three weeks after, Starlight and I were taking a ride towards the Bogan Road, not that we was on for

anything particular, but just having a turn round for want of something else to do, when we saw a big mob of

cattle coming along, with three or four stockriders behind 'em. Then we met a loaded dray and team in front,

that had rations and swags and a tent. The driver asked us if we knew a good place to camp. He was a talking

sort of chap, and we yarned away with him for a bit. He told us how the boss was behind in a dogcart and

tandem, with two led horses besides. The cattle were going to take up a new run he'd bought on the Lower

Bogan, an outandout wild place; but he'd got the country cheap, and thought it would pay in the end. He

`My word, he's well in, is the cove,' says the horsedriver; `he's got halfadozen stations besides this one.

After we saw the cattle (about a thousand head) we thought it would be a middling day's work to `stick up'

the cove and put him through. Going to form a new station, he'd very like have cash about, as he'd have to

pay for a lot of things on the nail just at first. If he was such a swell too, he'd have a gold watch and perhaps a

few more trifles. Anyhow, he was good for the day's expenses, and we thought we'd try it on.

So we passed the cattle and rode quietly along the road till we saw his dogcart coming; then we stopped

inside a yarran scrub, just as he came by a squarebuilt man he seemed to be, muffled up in a big rough

coat. It was a cool morning. We rode up sharpish, and showed our revolvers, singing out to him to `bail up'.

He pulled up quick and stared at us. So we did at him. Then the three of us burst out laughing regular

`Well, this is a prime joke,' says he. `I knew you were out somewhere on this road; but I never thought I

`I beg a thousand pardons,' says Starlight. `Ridiculous mistake. Want of something to occupy our time. "For

Satan finds some mischief still," etc. Isn't that the way the hymn runs? Wonderfully true, isn't it? You'll

accept our apologies, Mr. Storefield, I trust. Poor Dick here will never get over it.'

`How was I to know? Why, George, old man, we thought it was the Governor turned squatter, or old Billy

Wentworth himself. Your trade pays better than ours, let alone being on the square. Well, shake hands; we'll

`I can't promise,' says old George; `it's too good a joke.' Here he laughed a good one. `It isn't often a man gets

stuck up by his friends like this. Tell you what; come and have some lunch, and we'll talk it over.'

His man rode up then with the spare horse. Luckily, he was a good way behind, as fellows will keep when

they're following a trap, so that they can't be any good when they're wanted. In this case it was just as well.

`Hobble the horses out and put on their nosebags, Williams,' says he, `and then get out the lunch. Put the

They took out the horses, and the chap got out a basket with cold beef and bread and half a tongue and a

We sat down on the grass, and as we'd been riding since sunrise we did pretty well in the feed line, and had a

regular good bit of fun. I never thought old George had so much go in him; but good times had made him

After a bit he sends the groom down to the Cowall to water the horses, and, says he

`Captain, you'd better come and manage Willaroon down there, with Dick for stockman. There's a fortune in

it, and it's a good way off yet. Nobody would think of looking for you there. You're a new chum, just out

from home, you know. Plenty of spare country. I'll send you some cattle to start you on a new run after a bit.'

`If we could throw our past behind us, I'd do it, and thank God on my knees,' said Starlight. `It would make

me almost a happy man again. But why think of that or any other honest life in this colony now? We've

debarred ourselves from it now and for ever. Our only hope is in another land America if we can get

`The sooner the better,' says George, taking his hand and giving it a hearty grip. `And, look here, you work

your way quietly down to Willaroon. That's my place, and I'll give you a line across to the Queensland

border. From there you can get over to Townsville, and it's easy to sail from there to the islands or any port

Not long after this we got a letter from Jim. He'd heard all about the way to do it from a man he'd met in

Melbourne that had worked his way down overland from the North. He said once you were there, or near

there, there was little or no chance of being interfered with. Jeanie was always in a fright every day Jim went

away lest he might be taken and not let come back. So she was always keeping him up to the mark, making

him inquire here and look out there until he got a bit of information which told him what he wanted.

This man that worked in the store with him was a fast sort of card, who had been mate of a brig cruising all

about and back to Sydney with sandalwood, bechedemer, and what they call island trade.

Well, the captain of the craft, who was part owner, had settled in his mind that he'd trade regular with San

Francisco now, and touch at Honolulu going and coming. He was to be back at Gladstone in about three

This was the very thing, just made to suit us all to pieces. If we could make out to one of the Queensland

northern ports it would be easy enough to ship under different names. Once in America, we'd be in a new

When we got the notion into our heads, we set to work to carry it out. We didn't want to leave Aileen and

mother behind. So it was settled that I was to go over and see them, and try and persuade them to go down to

Then, if we all got safe over to San Francisco, Jeanie and they could come over by the first ship that sailed.

There was no down upon them, so they could do anything they liked. The main thing was to get Jim off safe

and me and Starlight. After that the rest might come along when they pleased. As for dad, he was to take his

own road; to go and stay as he chose. It wasn't much use trying to make him do anything else. But he was

more like to stop at the old Hollow than anywhere else. It wouldn't have seemed home to him anywhere else,

The first thing of all was to go to the old place and see mother and Aileen. They were both back at the old

cottage, and were a bit more comfortable now. George Storefield had married a lady a real lady, as Aileen

said and, though she was a nice, goodtempered young woman as ever was, Aileen, of course, wouldn't

We took a couple of days figuring it out at the Hollow. Starlight had a map, and we plotted it out, and marked

all the stages which could be safely made went over all the back tracks and crosscountry lines; some we

After we'd got all this cut and dry, I started away one beautiful sunshiny morning to ride over to Rocky Flat. I

remember the day as well as yesterday, because I took notice of it at the time, and had better cause to

remember it before all was over. Everything looked so lovely as I began to clear the foot hills of Nulla

Mountain. The birds seemed to chirp and whistle gayer than they ever did before. The dewdrops on the grass

and all the twigs and shoots of the trees looked as if it was covered with diamonds and rubies as the sun

began to shine and melt some of them. My horse stepped along limber and free. `O Lord,' I says to myself out

aloud, `what a happy cove I might be if I could start fresh knowing what I know and not having all

When I got on to the tableland above Rocky Flat I took a good look at the whole place. Everything was as

quiet and peaceful as if nothing had ever happened within miles of it as if I hadn't had Goring's handcuffs

on me as if Jim hadn't had the bullets whistling round him, and risked his life on an unbridled horse as

if the four dead men had not lain staring up to the sky in the gully up yonder for days before they were found

But now it looked as if only two or three people had ever been there from the beginning of the world. The

wild ducks swam and splashed in the little waterhole above the house. Two or three of the cows were walking

down to the creek, as quiet and peaceable as you please. There was some poultry at the back, and the little

After I'd pretty well settled in my own mind that there was no one anext or anigh the old place, I drew up by

degrees, bit by bit, and sneaked across the creek. I was just making for the barn when I saw two horsemen

pop up sudden round the back of the house and ride towards the front gate. I saw with half an eye they were

Lucky for me they were looking up the gully instead of my way, and, though my heart nearly stood still, I

rode as hard as I could lick for the gate of the barn, which was betwixt me and them. They never looked

round. They were too much taken up with watching the spot where Hagan and his lot were found. I had just

time to chevy straight into the barn and pull off my saddle and bridle and hide under the hay when they

shifted full towards where I'd been and then hung up their horses. The trooper tied his to a dead branch of a

tree, and then went moving about. I was mortally afraid of his stumbling against something and spoiling the

It seems Sir Ferdinand had never given up the notion of our turning up at Rocky Flat some day or other; so he

used to take a turn himself that way every now and again on the chance, and a very good chance it nearly

turned out to be. Besides this, it seems since he'd heard of her being at the ball at Turon he'd taken a great

fancy to Aileen, and used to talk to her as much as she'd let him, when she was at George Storefield's and any

other place where he met her. He wouldn't have had much chance of saying the second word, only he was a

goodnatured, amusing sort, and always as respectful to her as if she'd been a lady. Besides, Aileen had a

kind of fancy that it might make things no worse for us if she was civil to him. Any way, she thought, as

women will do, that she might get something out of him perhaps once in a way that would be of use to us. I

don't believe as it would make a scrap of difference one way or the other. And, like people who try to be too

clever, she was pretty near being caught in her own trap this time. Not that I blame the poor thing, she did all

for the best, and would have given the eyes out of her head, I believe, to have done us real good, and seen us

Well, she brings a chair out on the verandah, and Sir Ferdinand he sat down on a bench there for

halfanhour, talking away and laughing, just as gentlemen will to pretty girls, no matter who they are. And I

could see Aileen look up and laugh now and then, pleased like. She couldn't help it. And there was I stuck in

the confounded barn among the straw all the time looking out through one of the cracks and wondering if he

was ever going to clear out. Sometimes I thought the trooper, who was getting tired of dodging about doing

nothing, couldn't be off seeing my horse's tracks leading slap into the barn door. But he was thinking of

something else, or else wasn't much in the tracking line. Some men would see a whole army of fresh tracks,

However, last of all I saw him unhitch his horse and take the bridle on his arm, and then Aileen put on her hat

and walked up to the top of the ridge along the stony track with him. Then I saw him mount and start off at a

rattling good bat along the road to Turon and the trooper after him. I felt all right again then, and watched

Aileen come slowly down the road again with her head down, quite thoughtful like, very different from the

way she went up. She didn't stop at the house, but walked straight down to the barn and came in at the door. I

wondered what she would do when she saw my horse. But she didn't start, only said

`You may come out now, Dick; I knew you were here. I saw you ride in just as Sir Ferdinand and the trooper

`So that's why you were making yourself so pleasant,' says I laughingly. `I mustn't tell Starlight, I suppose, or

we shall be having a new yarn in the newspapers "Duel between Sir Ferdinand Morringer and Captain

`I wonder if we shall ever have an end to this wretched hideandseek work. God knows I would do anything

that an honest girl could do for you boys and him, but it sometimes looks dark enough, and I have dreadful

fears that all will be in vain, and that we are fated to death and ruin at the end.'

`Come, come, don't break down before the time,' I said. `It's been a close shave, though; but Sir Ferdinand

won't be back for a bit, so we may as well take it easy. I've got a lot to say to you.'

`He said he wouldn't be back this way till Friday week,' says she. `He has an escort to see to then, and he

expected to be at Stony Creek in a couple of hours from this. He'll have to ride for it.'

We walked over to the house. Neither of us said anything for a bit. Mother was sitting in her old chair by the

fire knitting. Many a good pair of woollen socks she'd sent us, and many's the time we'd had call to bless her

and her knitting as we sat our horses, night after night, in a perishing frost, or when the rain set in that run

of wet winters we had, when we'd hardly a dry stitch on us by the week together, when we had enough of

them and the neck wrappers, I expect plenty of others round about were glad to get 'em. It was partly for good

nature, for mother was always a kindhearted poor soul as ever was, and would give away the shoes off her

feet like most Irish people I've met to any one that wanted them worse than herself, and partly for the

ease it gave her mind to be always doing something steady like. Mother hadn't booklearning, and didn't

always understand the things Aileen read to her. She was getting too old to do much in the house now. But

her eyes were wonderful good still, and this knitting was about the greatest pleasure she had left in the world.

If anything had happened to stop her from going on with that, I don't believe she would have lived a month.

Her poor old face brightened up when she seen me, and for a few minutes you'd have said no thought of

trouble could come anigh her. Then the tears rolled down her cheeks, and I could see her lips moving, though

she did not speak the words. I knew what she was doing, and if that could have kept us right we'd never have

Mother was a deal olderlooking, and couldn't move about as well as she did. Aileen said she'd often sit out

in the sun for an hour together and watch her walking up the garden, or putting up the calves, and carrying in

the water from the creek, and say nothing. Sometimes she thought her mind was going a bit, and then again

she'd seem as sensible as ever she was. Today, after a bit, she came round and talked more and asked about

the neighbours, seemed more curious like, than she'd done, Aileen said, for many a long day.

`You must have something to eat, Dick,' says Aileen; `it's a long ride from from where we know and

what with one thing and another I daresay you've an appetite. Let me see what there is. Mrs. Storefield sent

us over a quarter of veal from the farm yesterday, and we've plenty of bacon of our own. Mother and I live

half our time on it and the eggs. I'm making quite a fortune by the butter lately. These diggings are wonderful

So she got out the fryingpan, and she and I and mother had some veal chops, with a slice or two of bacon to

give it a flavour. My word! they were good after a fortymile ride, and we'd had nothing but corned beef in

the Hollow lately. Fresh butter and milk too; it was a treat. We had cows enough at the Hollow, but we didn't

bother ourselves milking; bread and beef and tea, with a glass of grog now and then, was the general run of

We had a talk about the merry time at the Turon races, and Aileen laughed in spite of herself at the thought of

Starlight walking down the ballroom to be introduced to her, and being taken up to all the swell people of the

place. `He looked grander than any of them, to my fancy,' said she; `and oh! what a cruel shame it seems that

he should ever have done what keeps him from going among his equals as he was born to do. Then I should

never have seen him, I suppose, and a thousand times better too. I'd give up every hope of seeing him again in

this world, God knows how cheerfully, if it would serve him or help his escape.'

`I'm down here now to see you about the same escape,' I said; and then I told her about Jim's letter, and what

he said about the mate of the ship. She listened for a good while patiently, with her hand in mine, like we

used to sit in old days, when we were young and happy and alive alive, not dead men and women walking

about and making believe to live. So I told her how we made it up to meet somewhere near the Queensland

border. Jim to come up the Murray from Melbourne, and so on to the Darling, and we to make across for the

Lower Bogan. If we could carry this out all right and it looked pretty likely the rest of the game would

Aileen threw her arms round my neck and sobbed and cried like a child; she couldn't speak for a bit, and

when she looked up her eyes seemed to have a different kind of look in them a faraway, dreamy sort of

`It may come about,' she said, `Dick. I've prayed whole nights through and vowed my life to the Blessed

Virgin. She may accept the service of my years that are to come. It may be permitted after all the sins of our

After this she dried her eyes and went to her room for a bit, while I had a quiet, easy sort of talk with mother,

she saying a word or two now and then, and looking at me most of the time, as if that was enough without

Then Aileen came out of her room with her habit and hat on. `Run up my horse, Dick,' she says, `and I'll take

you over to see George Storefield's new place. A ride will do me good, and I daresay you're not tired.'

I caught her horse and saddled him for her, and off we went down the old track we knew so well all our lives.

I told her all about our lark with old George, and how good he'd been through it all; besides promising to give

us a lift through his country when we made the grand start. She said it was just like him that he was the

kindest soul in the world, and the most thoughtful. The new Mrs. Storefield had been very civil and friendly

to her, and told her she knew George's feeling towards her, and respected it. But Aileen never could feel at

home in the grand new house now, and only would go to see old Mrs. Storefield, who still lived in the family

cottage, and found it the best suited to her. So we yarned away till we got in sight of the place. When I saw

Old George had got on in the world and no mistake. He'd worked early and late, always been as steady as a

rock, and had looked ahead instead of taking his pleasure straight off when he got the first few hundred

pounds together. He'd seen fat cattle must be dear and scarce for years to come. Noticed, too, that however

cheap a faraway bit of country was held, sometimes bought for 200 or 300 Pounds, it always rose in value

year by year. So with store cattle. Now and again they'd fall to nothing. Then he'd buy a whole lot of poor

milkers' calves about Burrangong, or some of those thick places where they never fattened, for 1 Pound a

head or less, and send them away to his runs in the Lachlan. In six months you wouldn't know 'em. They'd

come down wellgrown fat cattle in a year or two, and be worth their 6 or 8 Pounds a head.

The same way with land; he bought up all the little bits of allotments with cottages on them round Paramatta

and Windsor way and Campbelltown all them oldfashioned sleepy old places near Sydney, for cash, and

cheap enough. The people that had them, and had lived a pokey life in them for many a year, wanted the

money to go to the diggings with, and quite right too. Still, and all this land was rising in value, and George's

After he'd married Miss Oldham they were Hawkesbury people, her grandfather, old Captain Oldham,

was one of the officers in the first regiment that came out he didn't see why he shouldn't have as good a

house as any one else. So he had a gentleman up from Sydney that drew plans, and he had a real stone house

built, with rooms upstairs, and furniture to match, a new garden, and a glass house at the side, for all the

Aileen wouldn't go in, and you may be sure I didn't want to, but we rode all round the place, a little way off,

and had a real good look at everything. There wasn't a gentleman in the country had better outbuildings of all

sorts. It was a real tiptop place, good enough for the Governor himself if he came to live up the country. All

the old fencing had been knocked down, and new railings and everything put up. Some of the scraggy trees

had been cleared away, and all the dead wood burned. I never thought the old place could have showed out

the way it did. But money can do a lot. It ain't everything in this world. But there's precious little it won't get

you, and things must be very bad it won't mend. A man must have very little sense if he don't see as he gets

older that character and money are the two things he's got to be carefullest of in this world. If he's not

After we'd had a good look round and seen the good wellbred stock in the paddocks, the growing crops all

looking firstrate, everything well fed and hearty, showing there was no stint of grub for anything, man or

beast, we rode away from the big house entrance and came opposite the sliprails on the flat that led to the

I was half a mind not, but then something seemed to draw me, and I was off my horse and had the sliprail

We rode up to the porch just outside the verandah where George's father had planted the creeping roses; big

clusters of bloom they used to have on 'em when I was a boy. He showed 'em to me, I remember, and said

what fine climbers they were. Now they were all over the porch, and the verandah, and the roof of the

cottage, all among the shingles. But Mrs. Storefield wouldn't have 'em cut because her old man had planted

`Well, Ailie, child,' says she, `come along in, don't sit there on your horse. Who's this you've got with you?

Oh! it's you, Dick, is it? My eyes ain't as good as they were. Well, come along in too. You're on the wrong

road, and worse 'll come of it. But come along in, I'm not going to be the one to hunt you. I remember old

times when you were a little toddling chap, as bold as a lion, and no one dreamt you'd grow up to be the wild

I very near broke down at this. I could stand hard usage, and send back as good as I got; but this good old

woman, that had no call to think anything of me, but that I'd spoiled her daughter's chance of marrying well

and respectably when she talked to me this way, I came close up to making a fool of myself.

We walked in. Gracey was sewing away in the little parlour, where there always used to be a nosegay when I

was a boy, and it was that clean and neat I was afraid to go into it, and never easy till I got out again. There

she sat as soberlooking and steady as if she'd been there for five years, and meant to be for five years more.

She wasn't thinking of anybody coming, but when she looked up and saw me her face changed all of a

`Why, whatever brings you here, Dick?' she said. `Don't you know it's terribly dangerous? Sir Ferdinand is

always about here now. He stayed at George's new house last night. Wasn't he at Rocky Flat today?'

`Yes, but he won't be back for a week. He told Aileen here he wouldn't.' Here I looked at them both.

`Aileen's carrying on quite a flirtation with Sir Ferdinand,' says Gracey. `I don't know what some one else

`Doesn't he talk to any one when he comes here, or make himself pleasant?' I said. `Perhaps there's more than

`Perhaps there is,' says Gracey; `but he thinks, I believe, that he can get something out of us girls about you

and your goings on, and where you plant; and we think we're quite as clever as he is, and might learn

something useful too. So that's how the matter lies at present. Are you going to be jealous?'

`Not a bit in the world,' I said, `even if I had the right. I'll back you two, as simple as you look, against any

After this we began to talk about other things, and I told Gracey all about our plans and intentions. She

listened very quiet and steady to it all, and then she said she thought something might come of it. Anyhow,

`What I've said to you, Dick, I've said for good and all. It may be in a month or two, or it may be years and

years. But whenever the time comes, and we have a chance, a reasonable chance, of living peaceably and

We three had a little more talk together, and Aileen and I mounted and rode home.

It was getting on dusk when we started. They wanted us to stop, but I daren't do it. It was none too safe as it

was, and it didn't do to throw a chance away. Besides, I didn't want to be seen hanging about George's place.

There was nobody likely to know about Aileen and me riding up together and stopping halfanhour; but if it

came to spending the evening, there was no saying who might have ears and eyes open. At home I could have

my horse ready at a minute's warning, and be off like a shot at the first whisper of danger.

So off we went. We didn't ride very fast back. It was many a day since we had ridden over that ground

together side by side. It might be many a day, years perhaps, before we did the same thing again. Perhaps

never! Who was to know? In the risks of a life like mine, I might never come back never set eyes again

upon the sister that would have given her life for mine! Never watch the stars glitter through the forestoak

We rode along the old track very quiet, talking about old times or mostly saying nothing, thinking our

own thoughts. Something seemed to put it into my head to watch every turn in the track every tree and

bush by the roadside every sound in the air every star in the sky. Aileen rode along at last with her

head drooped down as if she hadn't the heart to hold it up. How hard it must have seemed to her to think she

didn't dare even to ride with her own brother in the light of day without starting at every bush that stirred

There wasn't a breath of air that night. Not a leaf stirred not a bough moved of all the trees in the forest

that we rode through. A 'possum might chatter or a nightowl cry out, but there wasn't any other sound,

except the ripple of the creek over the stones, that got louder and clearer as we got nearer Rocky Flat. There

was nothing like a cloud in the sky even. It wasn't an over light night, but the stars shone out like so many

fireballs, and it was that silent any one could almost have fancied they heard the people talking in the house

`I sometimes wonder,' Aileen says, at last, raising up her head, `if I had been a man whether I should have

done the same things you and Jim have, or whether I should have lived honestly and worked steadily like

George over there. I think I should have done so, I really do; that nothing would have tempted me to take

what was not my own or to to do other things. I don't think it is in my nature somehow.'

`I don't say as you would, Ailie,' I put in; `but there's many things to be thought of when you come to reckon

what a boy sees, and how he's brought up in the bush. It's different with girls though I've known some of

them that were no great shakes either, and middling handy among the clearskins too.'

`It's hard to say,' she went on, more as if she was talking to herself than to me; `I feel that. Bad example

love of pleasure strong temptation evil company all these are heavy weights to drag down men's

souls to hell. Who knows whether I should have been better than the thousands, the millions, that have fallen,

that have taken the broad road that leads to destruction. Oh! how dreadful it seems to think that when once a

man has sinned in some ways in this world there's no turning back no hope no mercy only long

bitter years of prison life worse than death; or, if anything can be worse, a felon's death; a doom dark and

terrible, dishonouring to those that die and to those that live. Oh that my prayers may avail not my prayers

Next morning I was about at daybreak and had my horse fed and saddled up with the bridle on his neck,

ready all but slipping the bit into his mouth, in case of a quick start. I went and helped Aileen to milk her

cows, nine or ten of them there were, a fairish morning's work for one girl; mothering the calves, bailing up,

legroping, and all the rest of it. We could milk well, all three of us, and mother too, when she was younger.

Women are used to cattle in Ireland, and England too. The men don't milk there, I hear tell. That wouldn't

work here. Women are scarce in the regular bush, and though they'll milk for their own good and on their

own farms, you'll not get a girl to milk, when she's at service, for anybody else.

One of the young cows was a bit strange with me, so I had to shake a stick at her and sing out `Bail up' pretty

rough before she'd put her head in. Aileen smiled something like her old self for a minute, and said

I stared for a bit, and then burst out laughing. It was a rum go, wasn't it? The same talk for cows and

Christians. That's how things get stuck into the talk in a new country. Some old hand like father, as had been

assigned to a dairy settler, and spent all his mornings in the cowyard, had taken to the bush and tried his hand

at sticking up people. When they came near enough of course he'd pop out from behind a tree in a rock, with

his old musket or a pair of pistols, and when he wanted 'em to stop `Bail up, d yer,' would come a deal

quicker and more naturallike to his tongue than `Stand.' So `bail up' it was from that day to this, and there'll

have to be a deal of change in the ways of the colonies and them as come from 'em before anything else takes

its place, between the man that's got the arms and the man that's got the money.

After we'd turned out the cows we put the milk into the little dairy. How proud Jim and I used to be because

we dug out the cellar part, and built the sod wall round the slabs! Father put on the thatch; then it was as cool

and clean as ever. Many a good drink of cold milk we had there in the summers that had passed away. Well,

well, it's no use thinking of those sort of things. They're dead and gone, like a lot of other things and people

We had breakfast pretty comfortable and cheerful. Mother looked pleased and glad to see me once more, and

Aileen had got on her old face again, and was partly come round to her old ways.

After breakfast Aileen and I went into the garden and had a long talk over the plan we had chalked out for

getting away to Queensland. I got out a map Starlight had made and showed her the way we were going to

head, and why he thought it more likely to work than he had done before. I was to make my way down the

Macquarie and across by Duck Creek, George's station, Willaroon; start from there with a mob of cattle to

Jim was to get on to one of the Murray River boats at Swan Hill, and stick to her till he got a chance to go up

the Darling with an Adelaide boat to Bourke. He could get across from there by Cunnamulla towards

Rockhampton, and from there we were safe to find plenty of vessels bound for the islands or San Francisco.

We had hardly cared where, as far as that goes, as long as we got clear away from our own country.

As soon as Jeanie got a word from Jim that he'd sailed and was clear of Australia, she'd write up to Aileen,

who was to go down to Melbourne, and take mother with her. They could stop with Jeanie until they got a

message from San Francisco to say he'd safely arrived there. After that they could start by the first steamer.

They'd have money enough to take their passages and something handsome in cash when they got to land.

Aileen agreed to it all, but in a curious sort of way. `It looked well,' she said, `and might be carried out,

particularly as we were all going to work cautiously and with such a lot of preparation.' Everything that she

could do would be done, we might be sure; but though she had prayed and sought aid from the Blessed

Virgin and the saints fasting and on her bare knees, night after night she had not been able to get one

gleam of consolation. Everything looked very dark, and she had a terrible feeling of anxiety and dread about

the carrying it out. But she didn't want to shake my courage, I could see; so she listened and smiled and

cheered me up a bit at the end, and I rode away, thinking there was a good show for us after all.

I got back to the Hollow right enough, and for once in a way it seemed as if the luck was on our side. Maybe

it was going to turn who was to know? There had been men who had been as deep in it as any of us that

had got clean away to other countries and lived safe and comfortable to the day of their death didn't die so

soon either lived to a good round age, and had wives and children round them that never knew but what

they'd been as good as the best. That wouldn't be our case; but still if we once were able to put the sea

between us and our old life the odds would be all in our favour instead of being a hundred to one that we

Starlight was glad enough to see me back, and like everything he tackled, had been squaring it all for our

getting away with head and hand. We wanted to take everything with us that could do us any good, naturally.

Father and he had made it right with some one they knew at Turon to take the gold and give them a price for

it not all it was worth, but something over threefourths value. The rest he was to keep for his share, for

trouble and risk. There was some risk, no doubt, in dealing with us, but all the gold that was bought in them

days wasn't square, not by a lot. But there was no way of swearing to it. Gold was gold, and once it was in the

banks it was lumped up with the rest. There was a lot of things to be thought of before we regularly made a

move for good and all; but when you make up your mind for a dart, it's wonderful how things shape. We

hadn't much trouble dividing the gold, and what cash there was we could whack easy enough. There was the

live stock that was running in the Hollow, of course. We couldn't well take them with us, except a few of the

horses. We made a deal at last with father for them. He took my share and Starlight's, and paid us in cash out

of his share of the notes. All we wanted was a couple of horses each, one to carry a pack, one to ride.

As for dad, he told us out, plump and plain, that he wasn't going to shift. The Hollow was good enough for

him, and there he was going to stop. If Jim and I and Starlight chose to try and make blank emigrants of

ourselves, well and good. He didn't see as they'd have such a rosy time getting over to these new townships

on the other side. We might get took in, and wish we was back again before all was said and done. But some

people could never let well alone. Here we had everything that any man in his senses could wish for, and we

wasn't contented. Every one was going to cut away and leave him; he'd be all by himself, with no one but the

dog for company, and be as miserable as a bandicoot; but no one cared a blank brass farden about that.

`Come with us, governor,' says Starlight, `have a cruise round the world, and smell salt water again. You've

not been boxed up in the bush all your life, though you've been a goodish while there. Make a start, and bring

`I'm too old and getting stiff in the j'ints,' says dad, brightening up a bit, `or I don't say as I wouldn't. Don't

mind my growling. But I'm bound to be a bit lonely like when you are all drawed off the camp. No! take your

`Next Monday ought to see us off,' says Starlight. `We have got the gold and cash part all right. I've had that

money paid to Knightley's credit in the Australian Bank I promised him, and got a receipt for it.'

`That's just like yer,' says father, `and a rank soft thing for a man as has seen the world to drop into. Losin' yer

share of the five hundred quid, and then dropping a couple of hundred notes at one gamble, besides buying a

horse yer could have took for nothing. He'll never bring twenty pound again, neither.'

`Always pay my play debts,' says Starlight. `Always did, and always will. As for the horse a bargain, a

`And a dashed bad bargain too. Why didn't ye turn parson instead of taking to the bush?' says father, with a

grin. `Dashed if I ain't seen some parsons that could give you odds and walk round ye at horsedealin'.'

`You take your own way, Ben, and I'll take mine,' says Starlight rather fierce, and then father left off and

went to do something or other, while us two took our horses and rode out. We hadn't a long time to be in the

old Hollow now. It had been a good friend to us in time of need, and we was sorry in a kind of way to leave

it. We were going to play for a big stake, and if we lost we shouldn't have another throw in.

Our horses were in great buckle now; they hadn't been doing much lately. I had the one I'd brought with me,

and a thoroughbred brown horse that had been broken in the first season we came there.

Starlight was to ride Rainbow, of course, and he had great picking before he made up his mind what to

choose for second horse. At last he pitched upon a thoroughbred bay mare named Locket that had been stolen

from a mining township the other side of the country. She was the fastest mare they'd ever bred sound,

`I think I'll take Locket after all,' says he, after thinking about it best part of an hour. `She's very fast and a

stayer. Goodtempered too, and the old horse has taken up with her. It will be company for him.'

`Take your own way,' I said, `but I wouldn't chance her. She's known to a lot of jockeyboys and hangerson.

`If you come to that, Rainbow is not an everyday horse, and I can't leave him behind, can I? I'll ship him, if I

can, that's more. But it won't matter much, for we'll have to take back tracks all the way. You didn't suppose

`I didn't suppose anything,' says I, `but that we were going to clear out the safest way we could. If we're to do

the swell business we'd better do it apart, or else put an advertisement into the "Turon Star" that Starlight,

Marston, and Co. are giving up business and going to leave the district, all accounts owing to be sent in by a

`A firstrate idea,' says he. `I'm dashed if I don't do it. There's nothing like making one's exit in good form.

There was no use talking to him when he got into this sort of humour. He was the most mad, reckless

character I ever came across, and any kind of checking only seemed to make him worse. So I left him alone,

for fear he should want to do something more venturesome still, and went on with my packing and getting

We fixed up to start on the Monday, and get as far away the first couple of days as we could manage. We

expected to get a good start by making a great push the first day or two, and, as the police would be thrown

off the scent in a way we settled and a good dodge it was we should have all the more time to be clear

of New South Wales before they regularly dropped that we were giving them leg bail for it.

The Sunday before Starlight started away by himself, taking a couple of good horses with him one he led,

and a spare saddle too. He took nothing but his revolver, and didn't say where he was going, but I pretty well

`I'm going for a longish ride today, Dick, but I shall be here late if I'm back at all. If anything happens to me

my share of what there is I give to her, if she will take it. If not, do the best you can with it for her benefit.'

He didn't take Warrigal with him, which I was sorry for, as the halfcaste and I didn't hit it well together, and

when we were by ourselves he generally managed to do or say something he knew I didn't like. I kept my

hands off him on account of Starlight, but there was many a time my fingers itched to be at him, and I could

hardly keep from knocking some of the sulkiness out of him. This day, somehow, I was not in the best of

tempers myself. I had a good lot on my mind. Starting away seems always a troublesome, bothering sort of

Next day we were going to start on a long voyage, in a manner of speaking, and whether we should have a

fair wind or the vessel of our fortune would be wrecked and we go down with it no one could say. This is

how it happened. One of the horses was bad to catch, and took a little trouble in the yard. Most times

Warrigal was quiet enough with 'em, but when he got regular into a rage he'd skin a horse alive, I really

believe. Anyhow, he began to hammer the colt with a ropingpole, and as the yard was that high that no beast

could jump it he had him at his mercy. I wouldn't have minded a lick or two, but he went on and on, nearly

knocking the poor brute down every time, till I could stand it no longer, and told him to drop it.

He gave me some saucy answer, until at last I told him I'd make him. He dared me, and I rushed at him. I

believe he'd have killed me that minute if he'd had the chance, and he made a deuced good offer at it.

He stuck to his ropingstick a good, heavyended gum sapling, six or seven feet long and as I came at

him he struck at my head with such vengeance that, if it had caught me fair, I should never have kicked. I

made a spring to one side, and it hit me a crack on the shoulder that wasn't a good thing in itself. I was in at

Down he went and the stick atop of him. He was up again like a wild cat, and at me hammer and tongs but

he hadn't the weight, though he was quick and smart with his hands. I drew off and knocked him clean off his

`Never mind, Dick Marston,' says he, as he walked off; and he fixed his eyes on me that savage and

deadlylooking, with the blood running down his face, that I couldn't help shivering a bit, `you'll pay for this.

`Confound you,' I said, `it's all your own fault. Why couldn't you stop illusing the horse? You don't like

`What business that of yours?' he said. `You mind your work and I'll mind mine. This is the worst day's work

He went away to his gunyah then, and except doing one or two things for Starlight would not lift his hand for

I was sorry for it when I came to think. I daresay I might have got him round with a little patience and

humbugging. It's always a mistake to lose your temper and make enemies; there's no knowing what harm they

may do ye. People like us oughtn't to throw away a chance, even with a chap like Warrigal. Besides, I knew it

would vex Starlight, and for his sake I would have given a trifle it hadn't happened. However, I didn't see

how Warrigal could do me or Jim any harm without hurting him, and I knew he'd have cut off his hand rather

So I got ready. Dad and I had our tea together pretty comfortable, and had a longish talk. The old man was

rather down in the mouth for him. He said he somehow didn't expect the fakement to turn out well. `You're

going away,' he said, `from where you're safe, and there's a many things goes against a man in our line, once

he's away from his own beat. You never know how you may be given away. The Captain's all right here,

when he's me to look after him, though he does swear at me sometimes; but he was took last time. He was out

on his own hook, and it's my belief he'll be took this time if he isn't very careful. He's a good man to fight

through things when once he's in the thick of 'em, but he ain't careful enough to keep dark and close when the

play isn't good. You draw along steady by yourself till you meet Jim that's my advice to ye.'

`I mean to do that. I shall work my way down to old George's place, and get on with stock or something till

we all meet at Cunnamulla. After that there ain't much chance of these police here grabbing us.'

`Unless you're followed up,' says the old man. `I've known chaps to go a deuce of a way, once they got on the

track, and there's getting some smart fellows among 'em now nativeborn chaps as'll be as good at picking

`Well, we must take our chance. I'm sorry, for one thing, that I had that barney with Warrigal. It was all his

fault. But I had to give him a hardish crack or two. He'd turn dog on me and Jim, and in a minute, if he saw

`He can't do it,' says dad; `it's sink or swim with the lot of you. And he dursn't either, not he,' says father,

beginning to growl out his words. `If I ever heard he'd given away any one in the lot I'd have his life, if I had

We sat yarning away pretty late. The old man didn't say it, but I made out that he was sorry enough for that

part of his life which had turned out so bad for us boys, and for mother and Aileen. Bad enough he was in a

kind of way, old dad, but he wasn't all bad, and I believe if he could have begun again and thought of what

misery he was going to bring on the lot of us he would never have gone on the cross. It was too late, too late

Towards morning I heard the old dog growl, and then the tramp of a horse's feet. Starlight rode up to the fire

and let his horse go, then walked straight into his corner and threw himself down without speaking. He had

had a precious long ride, and a fast one by the look of his horse. The other one he had let go as soon as he

came into the Hollow; but none of the three would be a bit the worse after a few hours' rest. The horses, of

Next morning it was `sharp's the word', and no mistake. I felt a deal smarter on it than yesterday. When

you've fairly started for the road half the journey's done. It's the thinking of this and forgetting that, and

wondering whether you haven't left behind the t'other thing, that's the miserablest part of going a journey;

when you're once away, no matter what's left behind, you can get on some way or other.

We didn't start so over and above early, though Starlight was up as fresh as paint at sunrise, you'd thought he

hadn't ridden a yard the day before. Even at the very last there's a lot of things to do and to get. But we all

looked slippy and didn't talk much, so that we got through what we had to do, and had all the horses saddled

and packed by about eight o'clock. Even Warrigal had partly got over his temper. Of course I told Starlight

about it. He gave him a good rowing, and told him he deserved another hammering, which he had a good

mind to give him, if we hadn't been starting for a journey. Warrigal didn't say a word to him. He never did.

Starlight told me on the quiet, though, he was sorry it happened, `though it's the rascal's own fault, and served

him right. But he's a revengeful beggar,' he says, `and that he would play you some dog's trick if he wasn't

`Now,' says he, `we must make our little arrangements. I shall be somewhere about Cunnamulla by the end of

this month' (it was only the first week). `Jim knows that we are to meet there, and if we manage that all right I

think the greatest part of the danger will be over. I shall get right across by Dandaloo to the back blocks of the

West Bogan country, between it and the Lachlan. There are tracks through the endless mallee scrub, only

known to the tribes in the neighbourhood, and a few halfcastes like Warrigal, that have been stockriding

about them. Sir Ferdinand and his troopers might just as well hunt for a stray Arab in the deserts of the

Euphrates. If I'm alive mind you, alive I'll be at Cunnamulla on the day I mean. And now, goodbye,

old fellow. Whatever my sins have been, I've been true to you and your people in the past, and if Aileen and I

meet across the seas, as I hope, the new life may partly atone for the old one.'

He shook hands with me and dad, threw his leg over Rainbow, took Locket's bridle as if he was going for an

Warrigal nodded to both of us, then brought his packhorse up level, and followed up.

`There goes the Captain,' says father. `It's hard to say if we'll ever see him again. I shan't, anyhow, nor you

either, maybe. Somehow I've had a notion coming over me this good while as my time ain't going to be long.

It don't make no odds, neither. Life ain't no great chop to a man like me, not when he gets the wrong side o'

sixty, anyhow. Mine ain't been such a bad innings, and I don't owe much to any man. I mean as I've mostly

been square with them that's done me a bad turn. No man can say Ben Marston was ever back'ard in that way;

and never will be, that's more. No! them as trod on me felt my teeth some day or other. Eh, old man?' Crib

growled. He understood things regular like a Christian, that old dog did. `And now you're agoin' off and

Jim's gone seems only t'other day as you and he was little toddlin' chaps, runnin' to meet me when I come

home from work, clearin' that fust paddock, and telling me mammy had the tea ready. Perhaps I'd better ha'

stuck to the grubbin' and clearin' after all. It looked slow work, but it paid better than this here in the long

run.' Father turns away from me then, and walks back a step or two. Then he faces me. `Dash it, boy, what are

It was many a day since I'd felt father's hand in kindness; he didn't do them sort of things. I held out mine and

his fingers closed on it one minute, like a vice blest if I didn't expect to feel the bones grate agin one

another; he was that strong he hardly knew his own strength, I believe. Then he sits down on the log by the

fire. He took out his pipe, but somehow it wouldn't light. `Goodbye, Crib,' says I. The old dog looked at me

for a bit, wagged his tail, and then went and sat between dad's knees. I took my horse and rode away slowish.

I felt all dead and alive like when I got near the turn in the track. I looked back and seen the dog and him just

the same. I started both horses then. I never set eyes on him again. Poor old dad!

I wasn't very gay for a bit, but I had a good horse under me, another alongside, a smartish lot of cash in notes

and gold, some bank deposits too, and all the world before me. My dart now was to make my way to

Willaroon and look sharp about it. My chance of getting through was none too good, but I settled to ride a

deal at night and camp by day. I began to pick up my spirits after I got on the road that led up the mountain,

Next day after that I was at Willaroon. I could have got there overnight, but it looked better to camp near the

place and come next morning. There I was all right. The overseer was a reasonable sort of man, and I found

old George had been as good as his word, and left word if a couple of men like me and Starlight came up we

were to be put on with the next mob of cattle that were going to Queensland. He did a store cattle trade with

the farout squatters that were stocking up new country in Queensland, and it paid him very well, as nearly

everything did that he touched. We were to find our own horses and be paid so much a week three

As luck would have it, there was a biggish mob to start in a week, and road hands being scarce in that part the

overseer was disappointed that my mate, as he called him, hadn't come on, but I said he'd gone another track.

`Well, he'll hardly get such wages at any other job,' says he, `and if I was Mr. Storefield I wouldn't hire him

I put my horses in the paddock there was wild oats and crowsfoot kneehigh in it and helped the

overseer to muster and draft. He gave me a fresh horse, of course. When he saw how handy I was in the yard

`By George, you're just the chap the boss wants to send out to some new country he's going to take up in

`Very well, William,' says he, `you're a dashed good man, I can see, and I wish I could pick up a few more

like you. Blessed if I ever saw such a lot of duffers in my life as there are on this side. I've hardly seen a man

come by that's worth his grub. You couldn't stop till the next mob starts, I suppose? I'd make it worth your

`I couldn't well this time,' says I; `my mate's got a friend out north just from home, and we're tied to time to

`Well, an offer's an offer,' says he. `I can't say more, but I think you'll do better by stopping on here.'

I got away with the cattle all right, and the drover in charge was told to do all he could for me. The overseer

said I was as good as two men, and it was `Bill' here and `William' there all the time till we were off. I wasn't

sorry to be clear away, for of course any day a trooper might have ridden up and asked questions about the

Besides, I'd had a look at the papers, and I saw that Starlight had been as good as his word, in the matter of

the advertisement. Sure enough, the `Turon Star' and a lot of other papers had, on the same day, received the

same advertisement, with a pound note enclosed, and instructions to insert it four times.

The Messrs. Marston Brothers and Co., being about to leave the district, request that all accounts against

them may be sent to the Police Camp, Turon, addressed to the care of Sir Ferdinand Morringer, whose receipt

I couldn't have believed at first that he'd be so mad. But after a bit I saw that, like a lot of his reckless doings,

All the papers had taken it up as usual, and though some of them were pretty wild at the insult offered to the

Government and so on, I could see they'd most of them come to think it was a blind of some sort, meant to

cover a regular big touch that we were going in for, close by home, and wanting to throw the police off the

scent once more. If we'd really wanted to make tracks, they said, this would be the last thing we'd think of

doing. Bit by bit it was put about as there should be a carefully laid plot to stick up all the banks in Turon on

I laughed when I saw this, because I knew that it was agreed upon between Aileen and Gracey that, about the

time we were fairly started, whichever of them saw Sir Ferdinand first should allow it to be fished out of her,

as a great secret, that we were working up to some tremendous big affair of this sort, and which was to put

the crown on all our other doings. To make dead sure, we had sent word to Billy the Boy (and some money

too) to raise a sham kind of stickingup racket on the other side of the Turon, towards Bathurst way. He was

to frighten a few small people that would be safe to talk about it, and make out that all the bushrangers in

the country were camped about there. This was the sort of work that the young villain regularly went in for

and took a pleasure in, and by the way the papers put it in he had managed to frighten a lot of travellers and

As luck would have it, Wall and Hulbert and Moran had been working up towards Mudgee lately and stuck

up the mail, and as Master Billy thought it a great lark to ride about with them with a black mask on, people

began to think the gangs had joined again and that some big thing, they didn't know what, was really on the

cards. So a lot of police were telegraphed for, and the Bathurst superintendent came down, all in a hurry, to

the Turon, and in the papers nothing went down but telegrams and yarns about bushrangers. They didn't

know what the country was coming to; all the sober going people wishing they'd never got an ounce of gold

in Australia, and every little storekeeper along the line that had 100 Pounds in his cashbox hiding it every

All the time we were heading for Cunnamulla, and leaving New South Wales behind us hand over hand.

The cattle, of course, couldn't travel very fast; ten or twelve miles a day was enough for them. I could have

drowned myself in the creeks as we went crawling along sometimes, and I that impatient to get forward.

Eighty miles it was from Cunnamulla to the Queensland border. Once we were over that we'd have to be

arrested on warrant, and there were lots of chaps, like us, that were `wanted', on the farout north stations.

Once we sighted the waters of the Warrego we should feel ourselves more than half free.

Then there was Jim, poor old Jim! He wrote to say he was just starting for Melbourne, and very queer he felt

about leaving his wife and boy. Such a fine little chap as he'd grown too. He'd just got his head down, he said,

and taken to the pulling (he meant working) like our old nearside poler, and he was as happy as a king,

going home to Jeanie at night, and having his three pounds every Saturday. Now he was going away ever so

far by land and sea, and God knows when he might see either of 'em again. If it wasn't for the fear he had of

being pitched upon by the police any day, and the long sentence he was sure to get, he'd stay where he was.

After that Aileen had a letter, a short one, from Jeanie. Jim had gone. She had persuaded him for the sake of

the boy, though both their hearts were nearly broken. She didn't know whether she'd done right. Perhaps she

never might see him again. The poor fellow had forfeited his coach fare once, and come back to stay another

day with her. When he did go he looked the picture of misery, and something told her it was their last parting.

Well, we struck the river about ten miles this side of Cunnamulla, where there was a roadside inn, a small,

miserable kind of place, just one of those halfshanties, halfpublichouses, fit for nothing but to trap

bushmen, and where the bad grog kills more men in a year than a middling breakout of fever.

Somewhere about here I expected to hear of the other two. We'd settled to meet a few miles one side or the

other of the township. It didn't much matter which. So I began to look about in case I might get word of either

Somewhere about dinner time (twelve o'clock) we got the cattle on to the river and let 'em spread over the

flat. Then the man in charge rode up to the inn, the Traveller's Rest, a pretty long rest for some of 'em (as a

grave here and there with four panels of shickery tworail fence round it showed), and shouted nobblers

While we was standing up at the bar, waiting for the cove to serve it out, a flashlooking card he was, and

didn't hurry himself, up rides a tall man to the door, hangs up his horse, and walks in. He had on a regular

town rig watch and chain, leather valise, round felt hat, like a chap going to take charge of a store or

something. I didn't know him at first, but directly our eyes met I saw it was old Jim. We didn't talk no

fear, and my boss asked him to join us, like any other stranger. Just then in comes the landlady to sharpen up

`Haven't you served those drinks yet, Bob?' she sings out. `Why, the gentlemen called for them halfanhour

ago. I never saw such a slowgoing crawler as you are. You'd never have done for the Turon boys.'

We all looked at her not a badlooking woman she'd been once, though you could see she'd come down in

the world and been knocked about a bit. Surely I knew her voice! I'd seen her before why, of course

`Well, Dick!' says she, pouring out all the drinks, taking the note, and rattling down the change on the

counter, all in a minute, same as I'd often seen her do before, `this is a rough shop to meet old friends in, isn't

it? So you didn't know me, eh? We're both changed a bit. You look pretty fresh on it. A woman loses her

looks sooner than a man when she goes to the bad. And Jim too,' she goes on; `only to fancy poor old Jim

turning up here too! One would think you'd put it up to meet at the township on some plant of that sort.'

It was Kate, sure enough! How in the world did ever she get here? I knew she'd left the Turon, and that old

Mullockson had dropped a lot of his money in a big mining company he'd helped to float, and that never

turned out gold enough to pay for the quicksilver in the first crushing. We'd heard afterwards that he'd died

and she'd married again; but I never expected to see her brought down so low as this not but what we'd

known many a woman that started on the diggings with silks and satins and a big house and plateglass

windows brought down to a cotton gown and a bark shanty before halfadozen years were over.

Jim and I both looked queer. The men began to laugh. Any one could see we were both in a fix. Jim spoke

`Are you sure you're not making a mistake, missis?' says he, looking at her very quietlike. `Take care what

He'd better have held his tongue. I don't know whether she really intended to give us away. I don't think she

did altogether; but with them kind of women it's a regular toss up whether they'll behave reasonable or not.

When they're once started, 'specially if they think they've not been treated on the square, they can't stop

`Take care what I say!' she breaks out, rising her voice to a scream, and looking as if she'd jump over the

barcounter and tear the eyes out of me. `Why should I take care? It's you, Dick Marston, you doublefaced

treacherous dog that you are, that's got a thousand pounds on your head, that has cause to care, and you, Jim

Marston, that's in the same reward, and both of you know it. Not that I've anything against you, Jim. You're a

`And you're a woman,' groans out poor Jim. `That's the reason you can't hold your infernal tongue, I suppose.'

Kate had let the cat out of the bag now and no mistake. You should have seen the drover and his men look at

us when they found they had the famous bushrangers among them that they'd all heard so much about this

years past. Some looked pretty serious and some laughed. The drover spoke first.

`Bushranger here or bushranger there,' he says, `I'm going to lose a dashed good man among cattle; and if

this chattering fool of a woman had held her tongue the pair of ye might have come on with the cattle till they

were delivered. Now I'm a man short, and haven't one as I can trust on a pinch. I don't think any more of you,

missis,' he says, `for being so dashed ready to give away your friends, supposing they had been on the cross.'

But Kate didn't hear. She had fallen down in a kind of fit, and her husband, coming in to see what the row

`Look here, my man,' says I, `your wife's taken me and this gentleman,' pointing to Jim, `for some people she

knew before on the diggings, and seems to have got rather excited over it. If it was worth our while to stay

here, we'd make her prove it. You'd better get her to lie down, and advise her, when she comes to, to hold her

`She's a terror when she's put out, and that's God's truth,' says the chap; and starting to drag her over to one of

the bits of back bedrooms. `It's all right, I daresay. She will keep meddling with what don't consarn her. I

don't care who yer are or what yer are. If you knowed her afore, I expect ye'll think it best to clear while she's

`Here's a shout all round for these men here,' says I, throwing a note on the bar. `Never mind the change.

Goodbye, chaps. This gentleman and I have some business together, and there's no bushranging in it, you

We all left then. The men went back to their cattle. Jim rode quietly along the road to Cunnamulla just like

any other traveller. I went down and saddled up my horse. I'd got everything I wanted in my swag, so I'd left

`Never mind the settlement,' says I to the drover. `I'll be coming back to the station after I've finished my

`This seems rather mixed,' says he. `Blest if I understand it. That woman at the pub seems half off her head to

me. I can't think two quietlooking chaps like you can be the Marstons. You've been a thundering good road

He shook hands with me. I rode off and kept going along the road till I overtook Jim.

When I'd gone a mile or two there was Jim riding steadily along the road, looking very dull and downlike,

just the way he used to do when he was studying how to get round a job of work as he wasn't used to. He

brightens up a bit when he sees me, and we both jumped off, and had a good shakehands and a yarn. I told

him about mother and Aileen, and how I'd left dad all by himself. He said Jeanie and the boy were all right,

but of course he'd never heard of 'em since, and couldn't help feeling dubersome about meeting her again,

particular now this blessed woman had dropped across us, and wouldn't keep her mouth shut.

`As sure as we've had anything to do with her, bad luck's followed up,' says Jim; `I'd rather have faced a

`She can't do much now,' says I. `We're across the border. I wonder where Starlight is whether he's in the

`I heard her mutter something about it just when she went into that fit, or whatever it was. Devilment, I think.

`Something like this: "He thought I didn't know him, passing himself off as a gentleman. Warrigal, too. Kate

`God only knows. She mightn't this time, unless she wants to smother you altogether, and don't mind who she

`There's one good thing in it,' says I; `there's no police nearer than Trielgerat, and it's a long day's ride to

them. We made it all right before we left the Turon. All the police in the country is looking for us on the

Then I told him about Aileen putting Sir Ferdinand on the wrong lay, and he said what a clever girl she was,

and had as much pluck and sense as two or three men. `A deal more than we've ever showed, Dick,' says he,

He laughed in his quiet way when he heard about Starlight's advertisement in the `Turon Star', and said it was

`He's a wonderful clever fellow, the Captain. I've often thought when I've been by myself in Melbourne,

sitting quiet, smoking at night, and turning all these things over, that it's a wonder he don't shoot himself

`He's head enough to take us safe out of this dashed old Sydney side,' says I, `and land us in another country,

where we'll be free and happy in spite of all that's come and gone. If he does that, we've no call to throw

`Let him do that,' says Jim, `and I'll be his servant to the day of my death. But I'm afeard it isn't to be any

more than going to heaven right off. It's too good, somehow, to come true; and yet what a thing it is to be

leading a working honest life and be afraid of no man! I was very near like that in Melbourne, Dick,' he says;

`you've no notion what a grand thing it was when I'd done my week's work, and used to walk about with

Jeanie and her boy on Sundays, and pass the time of day with decent square coves that I knew, and never

dreamed I was different; then the going home peaceful and contented to our own little cottage; I tell you,

`We're close up to the township now,' says I. `This wire fence and the painted gate ain't more than a couple of

miles off, that chap said at the inn. I wish there was a firestick in it, and I'd never gone inside a door of it.

However, that says nothing. We've got to meet Starlight somehow, and there's no use in riding in together.

You go in first, and I'll take a wheel outside the house and meet you in the road a mile or two ahead. Where's

your pistol? I must have a look at mine. I had to roll it up in my swag, and it wants loading.'

`Mine's a good tool,' says Jim, bringing out a splendidlooking revolver one of these new Dean and

Adams's. `I can make prime shooting at fifty yards; but I hope to God I shan't want to use it.'

`There's no fear yet a bit,' says I; `but it's as well to be ready. I'll load before we go any farther.'

I loaded and put her back in the belt. We were just going to push on when we heard the sound of galloping,

and round a patch of scrub comes a horseman at full speed. When he sees us he cuts off the road and comes

There was only one horse that carried himself like that, even when he was pulling double. We spotted him the

same second. Rainbow and Starlight on him! What in thunder makes him ride like that?

When he came closer we saw by his face that something was up. His eyes had the gloomy, dull fire in them

that put me in mind of the first time I saw him when he came back wounded and half dead to the Hollow.

`Don't stop to talk, boys,' he sings out, without stopping, `but ride like the devil. Head to the left. That

infernal Warrigal has laid the police on your track, Dick. They were seen at Willaroon; may be up at any

`Where's Warrigal now?' I said, as we all took our horses by the head and made for a patch of dark timber we

`He dropped when I fired at him,' says Starlight; `but whether the poor beggar's dead or not I can't say. It isn't

`I was tired of waiting at that confounded hotel not a soul to speak to. I rode back as far as Kate's, just to

`The deuce she didn't! Why, she broke out on me and Jim. Said something about you and Warrigal too.'

`Wonderful creatures, women,' says he, thoughtfullike; `and yet I used to think I understood them. No time

`No; the nearest police station's a day off. I'd give a trifle to know who's after us. How did you find out

`When I talked about going back he was in a terrible fright, and raised so many objections that I saw he had

`After we'd passed Dandaloo, and well inside the West Bogan scrubs, he picked up a blackfellow that had

once been a tracker; gave him a pound to let them know at the police camp that you were making out by

`I knew he had it in for me,' said I; `but I depended on his not doing anything for fear of hurting you.'

`So I thought, too; but he expected you'd be trapped at Willaroon before there would be time for you to catch

me up. If he hadn't met that Jemmy Wardell, I daresay he wouldn't have thought of it. When he told me I was

in such an infernal rage that I fired point blank at him; didn't wait to see whether he was dead or alive, and

rode straight back here to warn you. I was just in time eh, Jim, old man? Why, you look so respectable

We hadn't over much time for talking, and had to range up close to do it at all at the pace we were going. We

did our best, and must have ridden many a mile before dark. Then we kept going through the night. Starlight

was pilot, and by the compass he carried we were keeping something in a line with the road. But we missed

Warrigal in the night work, and more than once I suspected we were going round and not keeping a straight

We didn't do badly after all, for we struck the main road at daylight and made out that we were thirty miles

the other side of Cunnamulla, and in the right direction. The worst of it was, like all short cuts and night

riding, we'd taken about twice as much out of our horses as we need have done if we'd been certain of our

`This ought to be Murrynebone Creek,' says Starlight, `by the look of it,' when we came to a goodish broad

bit of water. `The crossing place is boggy, so they told me at the hotel. We may as well pull up for a spell.

It took us all we knew to get over; it was a regular quicksand. Rainbow never got flustered if he was up to his

neck in a bog, but my horse got frightened and plunged, so that I had to jump off. Jim's horse was a trifle

better, but he hadn't much to spare. We weren't sorry to take the bridles out of their mouths and let them pick

We didn't unsaddle our horses no fear; we never did that only at night; not always then. We took the bits

out of their mouths, and let them pick feed round about, with the bridle under their feet, stockhorse fashion.

They were all used to it, and you'd see 'em put their foot on a rein, and take it off again, regular as if they

knew all about it. We could run full pelt and catch 'em all three in a minute's notice; old Rainbow would hold

up his head when he saw Starlight coming, and wait for him to mount if there was a hundred horses galloping

past. Lucky for him, he'd done it scores of times; once on his back there was no fear of any other horse

Pretty well settled it came to be amongst us that we should be well into Queensland before the police were

handy. Starlight and Jim were having a pitch about the best way to get aboard one of these pearling craft, and

how jolly it would be. The captains didn't care two straws what sort of passengers they took aboard so long as

We were just walking towards the horses to make a fresh start, when Starlight puts up his hand. We all

listened. There was no mistaking the sound we heard horses at speed, and mounted men at that. We were

in a sort of angle. We couldn't make back over the infernal boggy creek we'd just passed, and they seemed to

`By ! they're on us,' says Starlight; and he cocks his rifle, and walks over quite cool to the old horse.

`Our chance, boys, is to exchange shots, and ride for it. Keep cool, don't waste your fire, and if we can drop a

We hadn't barely time to get to our horses, when out of the timber they came in two lots three on each

side. Police, sure enough; and meeting us. That shook us a bit. How the devil did they get ahead of us after

the pace we'd ridden the last twentyfour hours, too? When they came close we could see how it was, Sir

Ferdinand and three troopers on one side; Inspector Goring, with two more, on the left; while outside, not far

from the lead, rode Sir Watkin, the Braidwood black tracker the best hand at that work in the three

Now we could see why they took us in front. He had kept out wide when he saw the tracks were getting hot,

He had hit it off well this time, blast him! We couldn't make back on account of the creek, and we had double

our number to fight, and good men too, before we could break through, if we could do that.

Our time was come if we hadn't the devil's own luck; but we had come out of as tight a place before, and

When they were within fifty yards Sir Ferdinand calls out, `Surrender! It's no use, men,' says he; `I don't want

to shoot you down, but you must see you're outnumbered. There's no disgrace in yielding now.'

`Come on!' says Starlight; `don't waste your breath! There's no man here will be taken alive.'

With that, Goring lets drive and sends a bullet that close by my head I put my hand up to feel the place. All

the rest bangs away, black tracker and all. I didn't see Sir Ferdinand's pistol smoke. He and Starlight seemed

to wait. Then Jim and I fires steady. One trooper drops badly hit, and my man's horse fell like a log and

`Steady does it,' says Starlight, and he makes a snap shot at the tracker, and breaks his right arm.

Just as he said this the trooper that was underneath the dead horse crawls from under him, the off side, and

rests his rifle on his wither. Starlight had just mounted when every rifle and pistol in the two parties was fired

at one volley. We had drawn closer to one another, and no one seemed to think of cover.

Rainbow rears up, gives one spring, and falls backward with a crash. I thought Starlight was crushed

underneath him, shot through the neck and flank as he was, but he saved himself somehow, and stood with

his hand on Rainbow's mane, when the old horse rose again all right, head and tail well up, and as steady as a

rock. The blood was pouring out of his neck, but he didn't seem to care two straws about it. You could see his

Starlight rests his rifle a minute on the old horse's shoulder, and the man that had fired the shot fell over with

a kick. Something hits me in the ribs like a stone, and another on the right arm, which drops down just as I

was aiming at a young fellow with light hair that had ridden pretty close up, under a myall tree.

Jim and Sir Ferdinand let drive straight at one another the same minute. They both meant it this time. Sir

Ferdinand's hat turned part round on his head, but poor old Jim drops forward on his face and tears up the

Goring rides straight at Starlight and calls on him to surrender. He had his rifle on his hip, but he never

moved. There he stood, with his hand on the mane of the old horse. `Keep back if you're wise, Goring,' says

he, as quiet and steady as if he'd been cattledrafting. `I don't want to have your blood on my head; but if you

Goring had taken so many men in his day that he was got over confidentlike. He thought Starlight would

give in at the last moment or miss him in the rush. My right arm was broken, and now that Jim was down we

might both be took, which would be a great crow for the police. Anyhow, he was a man that didn't know what

Two of the other troopers fired point blank at Starlight as Goring rode at him, and both shots told. He never

moved, but just lifted his rifle as the other came up at the gallop. Goring threw up his arms, and rolled off his

`We're quits,' he says; `it's not once or twice either you've pulled trigger on me. I knew this day would come.'

Then he sinks down slowly by the side of the old horse and leans against his fore leg, Rainbow standing quite

steady, only tossing his head up and down the old way. I could see, by the stain on Starlight's mouth and the

I was badly hit too, and going in the head, though I didn't feel it so much at the time. I began to hear voices

When I came to, all the men was off their horses, some round Goring him they lifted up and propped

against a tree; but he was stone dead, any one could see. Sir Ferdinand was on his knees beside Starlight,

talking to him, and the other saying a word now and then, quite composed and quietlike.

`Close thing, Morringer, wasn't it?' I heard him say. `You were too quick for us; another day and we'd been

`True enough. Horses all dead beat; couldn't raise a remount for love or money.'

`Well, the game's up now, isn't it? I've held some good cards too, but they never told, somehow. I'm more

Here he closed his eyes, and seemed gone; but he wakes up again, and begins in a dreamy way. His words

`I'm sorry I fired at poor Warrigal now. No dog ever was more faithful than he has been to me all through till

`We knew we should find you here or hereabouts without that,' says Sir Ferdinand.

`Two jockeyboys met you one night at Calga gate; one of them recognised Locket by the white patch on her

`So you were right, after all, Dick. It was a mistake to take that mare. I've always been confoundedly

`Give her this ring,' he pulls it off his finger, `and you'll see Maddie Barnes gets the old horse, won't you?

`All right. He's the property of the Government now, you know; but I'll square it somehow. The General

`If you ever leave this, tell Aileen that her name was the last word I spoke the very last. She foresaw this

day; she told me so. I've had a queer feeling too, this week back. Well, it's over now. I don't know that I'm

sorry, except for others. I say, Morringer, do you remember the last pigeon match you and I shot in, at

`Why, good God!' says Sir Ferdinand, bending down, and looking into his face. `It can't be; yes, by Jove, it is

He spoke some name I couldn't catch, but Starlight put a finger on his lips, and whispers

The breath was hardly out of him when a horse comes tearing through the scrub on to the little plain, with a

man on his back that seemed hurt bad or drunk, he rolled in his saddle so. The head of him was bound up

with a white cloth, and what you could see of it was darklooking, with bloodstains on it. I knew the figure

and the seat on a horse, though I couldn't see his face. He didn't seem to have much strength, but he was one

of those sort of riders that can't fall off a horse, that is unless they're dead. Even then you'd have to pull him

They all knew him when he came close up, but none of the troopers raised their pieces or thought of stopping

him. If a dead man had rode right into the middle of us he'd have looked like that. He stopped his horse, and

He'd had a dreadful wound, any one could see. There was blood on the rags that bound his head all up, and

being round his forehead and over his chin it made him look more and more like a corpse. Not much you

Up to Starlight's body he goes and sits himself down by it. He takes the dead man's head into his lap, looks

down at the face, and bursts out into the awfullest sort of crying and lamenting I ever heard of a living man.

I've seen the native women mourning for their dead with the blood and tears running down their faces

together. I've known them sit for days and nights without stirring from round a corpse, not taking a bite or sup

the whole time. I've seen white people that's lost an only child that had, maybe, been all life and spirits an

hour before. But in all my life I have never seen no man, nor woman neither, show such regular rightdown

grief as Warrigal did for his master the only human creature he loved in the wide world, and him lying

He lifts up the dead face and wipes the blood from the lips so careful; talks to it in his own language (or

leastways his mother's) like a woman over a child. Then he sobbed and groaned and shook all over as if the

very life was going out of him. At last he lays the head very soft and gentle down on the ground and looks

round. Sir Ferdinand gives him his handkerchief, and he lays it over the face. Then he turns away from the

men that stood round, and got up looking that despairing and wretched that I couldn't help pitying him,

Sudden as a flash of powder he pulls out a small revolver a Derringer Starlight gave him once, and

`You shoot me, Dick Marston; you shoot me quick,' he says. `It's all my fault. I killed him I killed the

Captain. I want to die and go with him to the nevernever country parson tell us about up there!'

One of the troopers knocked his hand up. Sir Ferdinand gave a nod, and a pair of handcuffs were slipped over

`Thought they'd grab you at Willaroon,' says he, looking at me quite sorrowful with his dark eyes, like a

child. `If you hadn't knocked me down that last time, Dick Marston, I'd never have done nothing to you nor

Jim. I forgot about the old down. That brought it all back again. I couldn't help it, and when I see Jimmy

`Well, you've made a clean sweep of the lot of us, Warrigal,' says I, `poor Jim and all. Don't you ever show

`He's dead now. I'll never hear him speak again,' says he, looking over to the figure on the grass. `What's the

I didn't hear any more; I must have fainted away again. Things came into my head about being taken in a cart

back to Cunnamulla, with Jim lying dead on one side of me and Starlight on the other. I was only

halfsensible, I expect. Sometimes I thought we were alive, and another time that the three of us were dead

What makes it worse I've seen that sight so often since the fight on the plain and the end of it all. Just like

a picture it comes back to me over and over again, sometimes in broad day, as I sit in my cell, in the darkest

It rises before my eyes the bare plain, and the dead men lying where they fell; Sir Ferdinand on his horse,

with the troopers standing round; and the halfcaste sitting with Starlight's head in his lap, rocking himself to

I can see Jim, too lying on his face with his hat rolled off and both arms spread out wide. He never moved

after. And to think that only the day before he had thought he might see his wife and child again! Poor old

Jim! If I shut my eyes they won't go away. It will be the last sight I shall see in this world before before

The coroner of the district held an inquest, and the jury found a verdict of `justifiable homicide by Sir

Ferdinand Morringer and other members of the police force of New South Wales in the case of one James

Marston, charged with robbery under arms, and of a man habitually known as "Starlight", but of whose real

name there was no evidence before the jury.' As for the police, it was wilful murder against us. Warrigal and I

were remanded to Turon Court for further evidence, and as soon as we were patched up a bit by the doctor

for both of us looked like making a die of it for two or three weeks we were started on horseback with

four troopers overland all the way back. We went easy stages we couldn't ride any way fast both of us

One day, about a fortnight after, as we were crossing a river, Warrigal's horse stopped to drink. It was a swim

in the middle of the stream, and the trooper, who was a young chap just from the depot, let go his leading rein

for a bit. Warrigal had been as quiet as a lamb all the time, and they hadn't a thought of his playing up. I

heard a splash, and looked round; his horse's head was turned to the bank, and, before the trooper could get

out of the river, he was into the river scrub and away as fast as his horse could carry him. Both the troopers

went after him, and we waited halfanhour, and then went on to the next police station to stop till they came

Next day, late, they rode in with their horses regularly done and knocked up, leading his horse, but no

Warrigal. He had got clear away from them in the scrub, jumped off his horse when they were out of sight,

taken off his boots and made a straight track for the West Bogan scrub. There was about as much chance of

running him down there as a brumbie with a day's start or a wallaroo that was seen on a mountain side the

week before last. I didn't trouble my head that much to think whether I was glad or sorry. What did it matter?

What did anything matter now? The only two men I loved in the world were dead; the two women I loved

I was taken along to Turon and put into the gaol, there to await my trial. They didn't give me much of a

chance to bolt, and I wouldn't have taken it if they had. I was dead tired of my life, and wouldn't have taken

my liberty then and there if they'd given it me. All I wanted was to have the whole thing done and over

It all passed like a dream. The court was crowded till there wasn't standing room, every one wanting to get a

look at Dick Marston, the famous bushranger. The evidence didn't take so very long. I was proved to have

been seen with the rest the day the escort was robbed; the time the four troopers were shot. I was suspected of

being concerned in Hagan's party's death, and halfadozen other things. Last of all, when SubInspector

I was sworn to as being one of the men that fired on the police. I didn't hear a great deal of it, but 'livened up

when the judge put on his black cap and made a speech, not a very long one, telling about the way the law

was set at naught by men who had dared to infest the highways of the land and rob peaceful citizens with

arms and violence. In the pursuit of gain by such atrocious means, blood had been shed, and murder, wilful

murder, had been committed. He would not further allude to the deeds of blood with which the prisoner at the

bar stood charged. The only redeeming feature in his career had been brought out by the evidence tendered in

his favour by the learned counsel who defended him. He had fought fairly when opposed by the police force,

and he had on more than one occasion acted in concert with the robber known as Starlight, and the brother

James Marston, both of whom had fallen in a recent encounter, to protect from violence women who were

helpless and in the power of his evil companions. Then the judge pronounced the sentence that I, Richard

Marston, was to be taken from the place whence I came, and there hanged by the neck until I was dead. `And

My lawyer had beforehand argued that although I had been seen in the company of persons who had

doubtless compassed the unlawfully slaying of the Queen's lieges and peace officers, yet no proof had been

brought before the court that day that I had wilfully killed any one. `He was not aware,' would his Honour

remark, `that any one had seen me fire at any man, whether since dead or alive. He would freely admit that. I

had been seen in bad company, but that fact would not suffice to hang a man under British rule. It was

therefore incumbent on the jury to bring in a verdict for his client of "not guilty".'

But that cock wouldn't fight. I was found guilty by the jury and sentenced to death by the judge. I expect I

was taken back without seeing or hearing to the gaol, and I found myself alone in the condemned cell, with

heavy legirons worn for the first time in my life. The rough and tumble of a bushranger's life was over

For the first week or two I didn't feel anything particular. I was hardly awake. Sometimes I thought I must be

dreaming that this man, sitting in a cell, quiet and dulllooking, with heavy irons on his limbs, could

never be Dick Marston, the shearer, the stockrider, the goldminer, the bushranger.

This was the end the end the end! I used to call it out sometimes louder and louder, till the warder

Bit by bit I came to my right senses. I almost think I felt sharper and clearer in my head than I had done for

ever so long. Then I was able to realise the misery I had come down to after all our blowing and roving. This

was the crushyard and no gateway. I was safe to be hanged in six weeks, or thereabouts hanged like a

And how did the others get on, those that had their lives bound up with ours, so that we couldn't be hurt

without their bleeding, almost in their hearts? that is, mother's bled to death, at any rate; when she heard

of Jim's death and my being taken it broke her heart clean; she never held her head up after. Aileen told me in

her letter she used to nurse his baby and cry over him all day, talking about her dear boy Jim. She was laid in

the buryingground at St. Kilda. As to Aileen, she had long vowed herself to the service of the Virgin. She

knew that she was committing sin in pledging herself to an earthly love. She had been punished for her sin by

the death of him she loved, and she had settled in her mind to go into the convent at Soubiaca, where she

should be able to wear out her life in prayer for those of her blood who still lived, as well as for the souls of

Jeanie settled to stop in Melbourne. She had money enough to keep her comfortable, and her boy would be

As for Gracey, she sent me a letter in which she said she was like the bird that could only sing one song. She

would remain true to me in life and death. George was very kind, and would never allow any one to speak

So I was able, you see, to get bits of news even in a condemned cell, from time to time, about the outside

world. I learned that Wall and Hulbert and Moran and another fellow were still at large, and following up

Well, this has been a thundering long yarn, hasn't it? All my whole life I seem to have lived over again. It

didn't take so long in the telling; it's a month today since I began. And this life itself has reeled away so

quick, it hardly seems a dozen years instead of sevenandtwenty since it began. It won't last much longer.

Another week and it will be over. There's a fellow to be strung up before me, for murdering his wife. The

I've had visitors too; some I never thought to see inside this gaol wall. One day who should come in but Mr.

Falkland and his daughter. There was a young gentleman with them that they told me was an English lord, a

baronet, or something of that sort, and was to be married to Miss Falkland. She stood and looked at me with

her big innocent eyes, so pitiful and kindlike. I could have thrown myself down at her feet. Mr. Falkland

talked away, and asked me about this and that. He seemed greatly interested. When I told him about the last

fight, and of poor Jim being shot dead, and Starlight dying alongside the old horse, the tears came into Miss

Mr. Falkland asked me all about the robbery at Mr. Knightley's, and took down a lot of things in his

When they said goodbye Mr. Falkland shook hands with me, and said `he hoped to be able to do some good

Then Miss Falkland came forward and held out her beautiful hand to me to me, as sure as you live like

a regular thoroughbred angel, as she always was. It very nigh cooked me. I felt so queer and strange, I

Sir George, or whatever his name was, didn't seem to fancy it over much, for he said

`You colonists are strange people. Our friend here may think himself highly favoured.'

Miss Falkland turned towards him and held up her head, looking like a queen, as she was, and says she

`If you had met me in the last place where I saw this man and his brother, you would not wonder at my

avowing my gratitude to both of them. I should despise myself if I did not. Poor Jim saved my life on one

occasion, and on another, but far more dreadful day, he but words, mere words, can never express my

deep thankfulness for his noble conduct, and were he here now I would tell him so, and give him my hand, if

Sir George didn't say anything after that, and she swept out of the cell, followed by Mr. Falkland and him. It

was just as well for him to keep a quiet tongue in his head. I expect she was a great heiress as well as a great

beauty, and people of that sort, I've found, mostly get listened to when they speak. When the door shut I felt

as if I'd seen the wings of an angel flit through it, and the prison grew darker and darker like the place of lost

One day I was told that a lady wanted to see me. When the door of the cell opened who should walk in but

Aileen! I didn't look to have seen her. I didn't bother my head about who was coming. What did it matter, as I

kept thinking, who came or who went for the week or two that was to pass before the day? Yes, the day, that

Thursday, when poor Dick Marston would walk over the threshold of his cell, and never walk over one again.

The warder him that stopped with me day and night every man in the condemned cell has to be

watched like that stepped outside the door and left us together. We both looked at one another. She was

dressed all in black, and her face was that pale I hardly knew her at first. Then she said, `Oh, Dick my

poor Dick! is this the way we meet?' and flings herself into my arms. How she cried and sobbed, to be sure.

The tears ran down her cheeks like rain, and every time the legirons rattled she shook and trembled as if her

`Let me cry on, Dick,' she said; `I have not shed a tear since I first heard the news the miserable truth that

has crushed all our vain hopes and fancies; my heart has nearly burst for want of relief. This will do me good.

To think to think that this should be the end of all! But it is just! I cannot dare to doubt Heaven's mercy.

What else could we expect, living as we all did in sin in mortal sin? I am punished rightly.'

She told me all about poor mother's death. She never held up her head after she heard of Jim's death. She

never said a hard word about any one. It was God's will, she thought, and only for His mercy things might

have gone worse. The only pleasure she had in her last days was in petting Jim's boy. He was a fine little

chap, and had eyes like his father, poor old Jim! Then Aileen broke down altogether, and it was a while

Jeanie was the same as she had been from the first, only so quiet they could hardly know how much she felt.

She wouldn't leave the little cottage where she had been so happy with Jim, and liked to work in the chair

opposite to where Jim used to sit and smoke his pipe in the evenings. Most of her friends lived in Melbourne,

As to father, they had never heard a word from him hardly knew whether he was dead or alive. There was

some kind of report that Warrigal had been seen making towards Nulla Mountain, looking very weak and

miserable, on a knockedup horse; but they did not know whether it was true or false.

Poor Aileen stopped till we were all locked up for the night. She seemed as if she couldn't bear to leave me.

She had no more hope or tie in life, she said. I was the only one of her people she was likely to see again, and

`Oh, Dick! oh, my poor lost brother,' she said, `how clearly I seem to see all things now. Why could we not

do so before? I have had my sinful worldly dream of happiness, and death has ended it. When I heard of his

death and Jim's my heart turned to stone. All the strength I have shall be given to religion from this out. I can

ease my heart and mortify the flesh for the good of my soul. To God to the Holy Virgin who hears the

sorrows of such as me, I can pray day and night for their souls' welfare for mine, for yours. And oh, Dick!

think when that day, that dreadful day, comes that Aileen is praying for you will pray for you till her own

miserable life ends. And now goodbye; we shall meet on this earth no more. Pray say that you will pray

She half drew me to my knees. She knelt down herself on the cold stone floor of the cell; and I well I

seemed to remember the old days when we were both children and used to kneel down by mother's bed, the

three of us, Aileen in the middle and one of us boys on each side. The old time came back to me, and I cried

I wasn't ashamed of it; and when she stood up and said, `Goodbye goodbye, Dick,' I felt a sort of

rushing of the blood to my head, and all my wounds seemed as if they would break out again. I very near fell

down, what with one thing and another. I sat myself down on my bed, and I hid my face in my hands. When I

After that, day after day went on and I scarcely kept count, until somehow I found out it was the last week.

They partly told me on the Sunday. The parson a good, straight, manly man he was he had me told for

Prepare! How was a man like me to prepare? I'd done everything I'd a mind to for years and years. Some

good things some bad mostly bad. How was I to repent? Just to say I was sorry for them. I wasn't that

particular sorry either that was the worst of it. A deal of the old life was dashed good fun, and I'd not say,

Sometimes I felt as if I ought to understand what the parson tried to hammer into my head; but I couldn't do

anything but make a jumble of it. It came natural to me to do some things, and I did them. If I had stopped

dead and bucked at father's wanting me and Jim to help duff those weaners, I really believe all might have

come right. Jim said afterwards he'd made up his mind to have another try at getting me to join with George

Storefield in that fencing job. After that we could have gone into the outside station work with him just

the thing that would have suited the pair of us; and what a grand finish we might have made of it if we ran a

waiting race; and where were we now? Jim dead, Aileen dead to the world, and me to be hanged on

Thursday, poor mother dead and brokenhearted before her time. We couldn't have done worse. We might,

I did repent in that sort of way of all we'd done since that first wrong turn. It's the wrong turnoff that makes

a man lose his way; but as for the rest I had only a dull, heavy feeling that my time was come, and I must

So the day came. The last day! What a queer feeling it was when I lay down that night, that I should never

want to sleep again, or try to do it. That I had seen the sun set leastways the day grow dark for the last

Somehow I wasn't that much in fear of it as you might think; it was strange like, but made one pull himself

together a bit. Thousands and millions of people had died in all sorts of ways and shapes since the beginning

I was a long time lying and thinking before I thought of sleeping. All the small, teeny bits of a man's life, as

well as the big, seemed to come up before me as I lay there the first things I could recollect at Rocky Flat;

then the pony; mother a youngish woman; father always hardlooking, but so different from what he came to

be afterwards. Aileen a little girl, with her dark hair falling over her shoulders; then a grown woman, riding

her own horse, and full of smiles and fun; then a pale, weeping woman all in black, looking like a mourner at

a funeral. Jim too, and Starlight now galloping along through the forest at night laughing, drinking,

enjoying themselves at Jonathan Barnes's, with the bright eyes of Bella and Maddie shining with fun and

Then both of them lying dead at the flat by Murrynebone Creek Starlight with the halfcaste making his

wild moan over him; Jim, quiet in death as in life, lying in the grass, looking as if he had slid off his horse in

I must have gone to sleep, after all, for the sun was shining into the cell when I stirred, and I could see the

chains on my ankles that I had worn all these weary weeks. How could I sleep? but I had, for all that. It was

daylight; more than that sunrise. I listened, and, sure enough, I heard two or three of the bushbirds

calling. It reminded me of being a boy again, and listening to the birds at dawn just before it was time to get

up. When I was a boy! was I ever a boy? How long was it ago and now O my God, my God! That

ever it should have come to this! What am I waiting for to hear now? The tread of men; the smith that knocks

the irons off the limbs that are so soon to be as cold as the jangling chains. Yes! at last I hear their footsteps

The warder, the blacksmith, the parson, the head gaoler, just as I expected. The smith begins to cut the rivets.

Somehow they none of them look so solemn as I expected. Surely when a man is to be killed by law, choked

to death in cold blood, people might look a bit serious. Mind you, I believe men ought to be hanged. I don't

hold with any of that rot that them as commits murder shouldn't pay for it with their own lives. It's the only

way they can pay for it, and make sure they don't do it again. Some men can stand anything but the rope.

`Knock off his irons quick,' says Mr. Fairleigh, the parson; `he will not want them again just yet.'

`I didn't think you would make a joke of that sort, sir,' says I. `It's a little hard on a man, ain't it? But we may

`Tell him all, Mr. Strickland,' he says to the head gaoler. `I see he can bear it now.'

`Prisoner Richard Marston,' says the gaoler, standing up before me, `it becomes my duty to inform you that,

owing to representations made in your favour by the Hon. Mr. Falkland, the Hon. Mr. Storefield, and other

gentlemen who have interested themselves in your case, setting forth the facts that, although mixed up with

criminals and known to be present when the escort and various other cases of robbery under arms have taken

place, wherein life has been taken, there is no distinct evidence of your having personally taken life. On the

other hand, in several instances, yourself, with the late James Marston and the deceased person known as

Starlight, have aided in the protection of life and property. The Governor and the Executive Council have

therefore graciously been pleased to commute your sentence of death to that of fifteen years' imprisonment.'

When I came to I was lying on my blankets in a different cell, as I could see by the shape of it. The irons

didn't rattle when I moved. I was surprised when I looked and saw they were took off. Bit by bit it all came

back to me. I was not to be hanged. My life was saved, if it was worth saving, by the two or three good things

we'd done in our time, and almost, I thought, more for poor old Jim's sake than my own.

Was I glad or sorry now it was all over? I hardly knew. For a week or two I felt as if they'd better have

finished me off when I was ready and ha' done with me, but after a while I began to feel different. Then the

gaoler talked to me a bit. He never said much to prisoners, and what he said he meant.

`Prisoner Marston,' says he, `you'd better think over your situation and don't mope. Make up your mind like a

man. You may have friends that you'd like to live for. Pull yourself together and face your sentence like a

man. You're a young man now, and you won't be an old one when you're let out. If your conduct is uniformly

good you'll be out in twelve years. Settle yourself to serve that and you're a lucky man to have no more

Then he went out. He didn't wait to see what effect it had on me. If I wasn't a fool, he thought to himself, I

I took his advice, and settled myself down to think it over. It was a good while a weary lot of years to

wait, year by year but, still, if I got out in twelve years I should not be so out and out broke down after all

And then I knew that there would be one that would be true to me anyhow, that would wait for me when I

went out, and that would not be too proud to join in her life with mine, for all that had come and gone. Well,

this might give me strength. I don't think anything else could, and from that hour I made up my mind to

tackle it steady and patient, to do the best I could, and to work out my sentence, thankful for the mercy that

had been showed me, and, if ever a man was in this world, resolved to keep clear of all cross ways for the

So I began to steady myself and tried to bear it the best way I could. Other men were in for long sentences,

and they seemed to be able to keep alive, so why shouldn't I? Just at the first I wasn't sure whether I could.

Year after year to be shut up there, with the grass growin' and the trees wavin' outside, and the world full of

people, free to walk or ride, to work or play, people that had wives and children, and friends and relations

it seemed awful. That I should be condemned to live in this shutup tomb all those long, weary years, and

there was nothing else for it. I couldn't eat or sleep at first, and kept starting up at night, thinking they was

coming for me to carry me off to the gallows. Then I'd dream that Jim and Starlight was alive, and that we'd

all got out of gaol and were riding through the bush at night to the Hollow again. Then I'd wake up and know

they were dead and I was here. Time after time I've done that, and I was that broken down and low that I

The months went on till I began to think it was a long time since anything had been heard of father. I didn't

expect to have a letter or anything, but I knew he must take a run outside now and again; and so sure as he did

One day I had a newspaper passed in to me. It was against the regulations, but I did get it for all that, and this

A remarkable natural formation, leading to curious results, was last week accidentally hit upon by a party of

prospectors, and by them made known to the police of the district. It may tend to solve the doubts which for

the last few years have troubled the public at large with respect to the periodical disappearance of a certain

Accident led the gold miners, who were anxious to find a practicable track to the gullies at the foot of Nulla

Mountain, to observe a narrow winding way apparently leading over the brow of the precipice on its western

face. To their surprise, half hidden by a fallen tree, they discovered a difficult but practicable track down a

gully which finally opened out into a broad wellgrassed valley of considerable extent, in which cattle and

No signs of human habitation were at first visible, but after a patient search a cave in the eastern angle of the

range was discovered. Fires had been lighted habitually near the mouth, and near a log two saddles and

bridles long unused lay in the tall grass. Hard by was stretched the body of a man of swarthy

complexion. Upon examination the skull was found to be fractured, as if by some blunt instrument. A

Proceeding to the interior of the cave, which had evidently been used as a dwelling for many years past, they

came upon the corpse of another man, in a sitting posture, propped up against the wall. One arm rested upon

an empty spiritkeg, beside which were a tin pannikin and a few rude cooking utensils. At his feet lay the

skeleton of a dog. The whole group had evidently been dead for a considerable time. Further search revealed

large supplies of clothes, saddlery, arms, and ammunition all placed in recesses of the cave besides

other articles which would appear to have been deposited in that secure receptacle many years since.

As may be imagined, a large amount of interest, and even excitement, was caused when the circumstances, as

reported to the police, became generally known. A number of our leading citizens, together with many of the

adjoining station holders, at once repaired to the spot. No difficulty was felt in identifying the bodies as those

of Ben Marston, the father of the two bushrangers of that name, and of Warrigal, the halfcaste follower

How the last members of this wellknown, longdreaded gang of freebooters had actually perished can only

be conjectured, but taking the surrounding circumstances into consideration, and the general impression

abroad that Warrigal was the means of putting the police upon the track of Richard Marston, which led

indirectly to the death of his master and of James Marston, the most probable solution would seem to be that,

after a deep carouse, the old man had taxed Warrigal with his treachery and brained him with the American

axe found close to the body. He had apparently then shot himself to avoid a lingering death, the bullet found

in his body having been probably fired by the halfcaste as he was advancing upon him axe in hand.

The dog, well known by the name of Crib, was the property and constant companion of Ben Marston, the

innocent accomplice in many of his most daring stockraids. Faithful unto the end, with the deep,

uncalculating love which shames so often that of man, the dumb follower had apparently refused to procure

food for himself, and pined to death at the feet of his dead master. Though the philanthropist may regret the

untimely and violent end of men whose courage and energy fitted them for better things, it cannot be denied

When the recesses of the Hollow were fully explored, traces of rude but apparently successful gold workings

were found in the creeks which run through this romantic valley long as invisible as the fabled gold cities

We may venture to assert that no great time will be suffered to elapse ere the whole of the alluvial will be

taken up, and the Terrible Hollow, which some of the older settlers assert to be its real name, will reecho

with the sound of pick and shovel; perhaps to be the means of swelling those escorts which its former

With regard to the stock pasturing in the valley, a puzzling problem presented itself when they came to be

gathered up and yarded. The adjoining settlers who had suffered from the depredations of the denizens of the

Hollow were gladly expectant of the recovery of animals of great value. To their great disappointment, only a

small number of the very aged bore any brand which could be sworn to and legally claimed. The more

valuable cattle and horses, evidently of the choicest quality and the highest breeding, resembled very closely

individuals of the same breed stolen from the various proprietors. But they were either unbranded or branded

with a letter and numbers to which no stockowners in the district could lay claim.

Provoking, as well as perplexing, was this unique state of matters wholly without precedent. For instance,

Mr. Rouncival and his studgroom could almost have sworn to the big slashing brown mare, the image of the

longlost celebrity Termagant, with the same crooked blaze down the face, the same legs, the same high

croup and peculiar way of carrying her head. She corresponded exactly in age to the date on which the grand

thoroughbred mare, just about to bring forth, had disappeared from Buntagong. No reasonable doubt existed

as to the identity of this valuable animal, followed as she was by several of her progeny, equally aristocratic

in appearance. Still, as these interesting individuals had never been seen by their rightful owners, it was

The same presumptive certainty and legal incompleteness existed concerning Mr. Bowe's shorthorns (as he

averred) and Mr. Dawson's Devons. `Thou art so near and yet so far,' as a provoking stockrider hummed.

Finally, it was decided by the officials in charge to send the whole collection to the public pound, when each

proprietor might become possessed of his own, with a good and lawful title in addition for `a

So it was this way the poor old Hollow was dropped on to, and the wellhidden secret blown for ever and

ever. Well, it had been a good plant for us and them as had it before our time. I don't expect there'll ever be

And that was the end of father! Poor old dad! game to the last. And the dog, too! wouldn't touch bit or sup

after the old man dropped. Just like Crib that was! Often and often I used to wonder what he saw in father to

be so fond of him. He was about the only creature in the wide world that was fond of dad except mother,

perhaps, when she was young. She'd rather got wore out of her feelings for him, too. But Crib stuck to him to

And Warrigal! I could see it all, sticking out as plain as a fresh track after rain. He'd come back to the

Hollow, like a fool in spite of me warning him or because he had nowhere else to go. And the first

time dad had an extra glass in his head he tackled him about giving me away and being the means of the other

two's death. Then he'd got real mad and run at him with the axe. Warrigal had fired as he came up, and hit

him too; but couldn't stop him in the rush. Dad got in at him, and knocked his brains out there and then.

Afterwards, he'd sat down and drank himself pretty well blind; and then, finding the pains coming on him,

It was just the way I expected he would make an ending. He couldn't do much all alone in his line. The

reward was a big one, and there would be always some one ready to earn it. Jim and Starlight were gone, and

I was as good as dead. There wasn't much of a call for him to keep alive. Anyhow, he died game, and paid up

I don't know that there's much more for me to say. Here I am boxed up, like a scrubber in a pound, year after

year and years after that for I don't know how long. However, O my God! how ever shall I stand it?

Here I lie, half my time in a place where the sun never shines, locked up at five o'clock in my cell, and the

same door with never a move in it till six o'clock next morning. A few hours' walk in a prison yard, with a

warder on the wall with a gun in his hand overhead. Then locked up again, Sundays and weekdays, no

difference. Sometimes I think they'd better have hanged me right off. If I feel all these things now I've only

been a few months doing my sentence, how about next year, and the year after that, and so on, and so on?

Why, it seems as if it would mount up to more than a man's life to ten lives and then to think how easy

There's only one thing keeps me alive; only for that I'd have starved to death for want of having the heart to

eat or drink either, or else have knocked my brains out against the wall when one of them low fits came over

She couldn't come to me, she wrote, just yet, but she'd come within the month, and I wasn't to fret about her,

because whether it was ten years or twenty years if she was alive she'd meet me the day after I was free, let

who will see her. I must be brave and keep up my spirits for her sake and Aileen's, who, though she was dead

to the world, would hear of my being out, and would always put my name in her prayers. Neither she nor I

would be so very old, and we might have many years of life reasonably happy yet in spite of all that had

happened. So the less I gave way and made myself miserable, the younger I should look and feel when I

came out. She was sure I repented truly of what I had done wrong in the past; and she for one, and George

good, old, kind George had said he would go bail that I would be one of the squarest men in the whole

colony for the future. So I was to live on, and hope and pray God to lighten our lot for her sake.

It must be years and years since that time as I last wrote about. Awful long and miserable the time went at

first; now it don't go so slow somehow. I seemed to have turned a corner. How long is it? It must be a

hundred years. I have had different sorts of feelings. Sometimes I feel ashamed to be alive. I think the man

that knocked his head against the wall of his cell the day he was sentenced and beat his brains out in this very

gaol had the best of it. Other times I take things quite easy, and feel as if I could wait quite comfortable and

patientlike till the day came. But will it? Can it ever come that I shall be a free man again?

People have come to see me a many times, most of them the first year or two I was in. After that they seemed

But one visitor I had regular after the first month or two. Gracey, poor Gracey, used to come and see me

twice a year. She said it wouldn't do her or me any good to come oftener, and George didn't want her to. But

them two times she always comes, and, if it wasn't for that, I don't think I'd ever have got through with it. The

worst of it was, I used to be that low and miserable after she went, for days and days after, that it was much as

I could do to keep from giving in altogether. After a month was past I'd begin to look forward to the next

When I'd done over eleven years eleven years! how did I ever do it? but the time passed, and passed

somehow I got word that they that I knew of was making a try to see if I couldn't be let out when I'd done

twelve years. My regular sentence was fifteen, and little enough too. Anyhow, they knock off a year or two

from most of the longsentence men's time, if they've behaved themselves well in gaol, and can show a good

Well, I could do that. I was too low and miserable to fight much when I went in; besides, I never could see

the pull of kicking up rows and giving trouble in a place like that. They've got you there fast enough, and any

man that won't be at peace himself, or let others be, is pretty sure to get the worst of it. I'd seen others try it,

and never seen no good come of it. It's like a dog on the chain that growls and bites at all that comes near

him. A man can take a sapling and half kill him, and the dog never gets a show unless he breaks his chain,

Well, I'd learned carpentering and had a turn at matmaking and a whole lot of other things. They kept me

from thinking, as I said before, and the neater I did 'em and the more careful I worked the better it went with

me. As for my mats, I came quite to be talked about on account of 'em. I drew a regular good picture of

Rainbow, and worked it out on a mat with different coloured thrums, and the number of people who came to

When my twelve years was within a couple of months or so of being up I began to hear that there was a deal

of inandout sort of work about my getting my freedom. Old George Storefield and Mr. Falkland both

of 'em in the Upper House and one or two more people that had some say with the Government, was

working back and edge for me. There was a party on the other side that wasn't willing as I should lose a day

or an hour of my sentence, and that made out I ought to have been hanged `right away', as old Arizona Bill

would have said, when I was first taken. Well, I don't blame any of 'em for that; but if they could have known

the feelings of a man that's done a matter of twelve years, and thinks he might yes, might smell the

fresh air and feel the grass under his feet in a week or two well, they'd perhaps consider a bit.

Whatever way it came out I couldn't say, but the big man of the Government people at that time the

Minister that had his say in all these sort of things took it into his head that I'd had about enough of it, if I

was to be let out at all; that the steel had been pretty well taken out of me, and that, from what he knew of my

people and so on, I wasn't likely to trouble the Government again. And he was right. All I wanted was to be

let out a pardoned man, that had done bad things, and helped in worse; but had paid and paid dear, God

knows for every pound he'd got crooked and every day he'd wasted in cross work. If I'd been sent back for

them three years, I do r'aly believe something of dad's old savage blood would have come uppermost in me,

Anyhow, as I said before, the Minister he'd been into the gaol and had a look once or twice made up

his mind to back me right out; and he put it so before the Governor that he gave an order for my pardon to be

made out, or for me to be discharged the day my twelve years was up, and to let off the other three, along of

This leaked out somehow, and there was the deuce's own barney over it. When some of the Parliament men

and them sort of coves in the country that never forgives anybody heard of it they began to buck, and no

mistake. You'd have thought every bushranger that ever had been shopped in New South Wales had been

hanged or kept in gaol till he died; nothing but petitions and letters to the papers; no end of bobbery. The only

paper that had a word to say on the side of a poor devil like me was the `Turon Star'. He said that `Dick

Marston and his brother Jim, not to mention Starlight (who paid his debts at any rate, unlike some people he

could name who had signed their names to this petition), had worked manly and true at the Turon diggings

for over a year. They were respected by all who knew them, and had they not been betrayed by a revengeful

woman might have lived thenceforth a life of industry and honourable dealing. He, for one, upheld the

decision of the Chief Secretary. Thousands of the Turon miners, men of worth and intelligence, would do the

The Governor hadn't been very long in the colony, and they tried it on all roads to get him to go back on his

promise to me. They began bullying, and flattering, and preaching at him if such a notorious criminal as

Richard Marston was to be allowed to go forth with a free pardon after a comparatively short short, think

of that, short! imprisonment, what a bad example it will be to the rising generation, and so on.

They managed to put the thing back for a week or two till I was nearly drove mad with fretting, and being

Lucky for me it was, and for some other people as well, the Governor was one of those men that takes a bit of

trouble and considers over a thing before he says yes or no. When he says a thing he sticks to it. When he

goes forward a step he puts his foot down, and all the blowing, and cackle, and yelping in the world won't

Whether the Chief Secretary would have taken my side if he'd known what a dust the thing would have

raised, and how near his Ministers or whatever they call 'em was to going out along with poor Dick

Marston, I can't tell. Some people say he wouldn't. Anyhow, he stuck to his word; and the Governor just said

he'd given his decision about the matter, and he hadn't the least intention of altering it which showed he

knew something of the world, as well as intended to be true to his own opinions. The whole thing blew over

after a bit, and the people of the country soon found out that there wasn't such another Governor (barrin' one)

The day it was all settled the head gaoler comes to me, and says he, `Richard Marston, the Governor and

Council has been graciously pleased to order that you be discharged from her Majesty's gaol upon the

completion of twelve years of imprisonment; the term of three years' further imprisonment being remitted on

I heard it all as if it had been the parson reading out of a book about some other man. The words went into my

ears and out again. I hardly heard them, only the last word, free free free! What a blessed word it is! I

couldn't say anything, or make a try to walk out. I sat down on my blankets on the floor, and wondered if I

was going mad. The head gaoler walked over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. He was a kind enough

man, but, from being `took in' so often, he was cautious. `Come, Dick,' he says, `pull yourself together. It's a

shake for you, I daresay, but you'll be all right in a day or so. I believe you'll be another man when you get

out, and give the lie to these fellows that say you'll be up to your old tricks in a month. I'll back you to go

I got up and steadied myself. `I thank you with all my heart, Mr. ,' I said. `I'm not much of a talker, but

you'll see, you'll see; that's the best proof. The fools, do they think I want to come back here? I wish some of

As soon as there was a chance of my going out, I had been allowed to `grow', as they call it in there. That is,

to leave off having my face scraped every morning by the prison barber with his razor, that was sometimes

sharp and more times rough enough to rasp the skin off you, particularly if it was a cold morning. My hair

was let alone, too. My clothes the suit I was taken in twelve years ago had been washed and cleaned

and folded up, and put away and numbered in a room with a lot of others. I remember I'd got 'em new just

before I started away from the Hollow. They was brought to me, and very well they looked, too. I never had a

That minds me of a yarn I heard at Jonathan Barnes's one day. There was a young chap that they used to call

`Liverpool Jack' about then. He was a free kind of fellow, and goodlooking, and they all took to him. He

went away rather sudden, and they heard nothing of him for about three years. Then he came back, and as it

was the busy season old Jonathan put him on, and gave him work. It was low water with him, and he seemed

When the old man came in he says, `Who do you think came up the road today? Liverpool Jack. He

looked rather down on his luck, so I gave him a job to mend up the barn. He's a handy fellow. I wonder he

`Why,' says Jonathan, `I'm dashed if he ain't got the same suit of clothes on he had when he was here three

The old man didn't tumble, but both the girls burst out laughing. He'd been in the jug all the time!

I dressed myself in my own clothes how strange it seemed even to the boots, and then I looked in the

glass. I hadn't done that lately. I regularly started back; I didn't know myself; I came into prison a big, stout,

brownhaired chap, full of life, and able to jump over a dray and bullocks almost. I did once jump clean over

And how was I going out? A man with a set kind of face, neither one thing nor the other, as if he couldn't be

glad or sorry, with a fixed staring look about the eyes, a halfyellowish skin, with a lot of wrinkles in it,

particularly about the eyes, and gray hair. Big streaks of gray in the hair of the head, and as for my beard it

was white white. I looked like an old man, and walked like one. What was the use of my going out at all?

When I went outside the walls by a small gate the head gaoler shook hands with me. `You're a free man now,

Dick,' he says, `and remember this no man can touch you. No man has the right to pull you up or lay a

finger on you. You're as independent as the best gentleman in the land so long as you keep straight.

Sure enough there was a man that I knew, and that lived near Rocky Flat. He was a quiet, steadygoing sort

of farmer, and never would have no truck with us in our flash times. He was driving a springcart, with a good

`Come along with me, Dick,' says he. `I'm going your way, and I promised George Storefield I'd call and give

you a lift home. I'm glad to see you out again, and there's a few more round Rocky Flat that's the same.'

We had a long drive many a mile to go before we were near home. I couldn't talk; I didn't know what to

say, for one thing. I could only feel as if I was being driven along the road to heaven after coming from the

other place. I couldn't help wondering whether it was possible that I was a free man going back to life and

friends and happiness. Was it possible? Could I ever be happy again? Surely it must be a dream that would all

melt away, and I'd wake up as I'd done hundreds of times and find myself on the floor of the cell, with the

When we got nearer the old place I began to feel that queer and strange that I didn't know which way to look.

It was coming on for spring, and there'd been a middling drop of rain, seemingly, that had made the grass

green and everything look grand. What a time had passed over since I thought whether it was spring, or

summer, or winter! It didn't make much odds to me in there, only to drive me wild now and again with

thinkin' of what was goin' on outside, and how I was caged up and like to be for months and years.

Things began little by little to look the way they used to do long and long ago. Now it was an old

overhanging limb that had arched over the road since we were boys; then there was a rock with a big

kurrajong tree growing near it. When we came to the turn off where we could see Nulla Mountain everything

came back to me. I seemed to have had two lives; the old one then a time when I was dead, or next door to

`We'll get down here now,' I said, when we came near the dividing fence; `it ain't far to walk. That's your

`I'll run you up to the door,' says he, `it isn't far; you ain't used to walking much.'

`The garden don't look bad,' says he. `Them peaches always used to bear well in the old man's time, and the

apples and quinces too. Some one's had it took care on and tidied up a bit. There, you've got a friend or two

left, old man. And I'm one, too,' says he, putting out his hand and giving mine a shake. `There ain't any one in

these parts as 'll cast it up to you as long as you keep straight. You can look 'em all in the face now, and

Then he touched up his horse and rattled off before I could so much as say `Thank ye.'

I walked through the garden and sat down in the verandah on one of the old benches. There was the old place,

mighty little altered considering. The hut had been mended up from time to time now a slab and then a

sheet of bark else it would have been down long enough ago. The garden had been dug up, and the trees

trimmed year by year. A hinge had been put on the old gate, and a couple of sliprails at the paddock. The

potato patch at the bottom of the garden was sown, and there were vegetables coming on in the old beds.

It began to get coldish, and I pulled the latch it was there just the same and went into the old room. I

almost expected to see mother in her chair, and father on the stool near the fireplace, where he used to sit and

smoke his pipe. Aileen's was a little low chair near mother's. Jim and I used to be mostly in the verandah,

unless it was very cold, and then we used to lie down in front of the fire that is, if dad was away, as he

The room felt cold and dark as I looked in. So dreadful lonely, too. I almost wished I was back in the gaol.

When I looked round again I could see things had been left ready for me, so as I wasn't to find myself bad off

the first night. The fire was all made up ready to light, and matches on the table ready. The kettle was filled,

and a basket close handy with a leg of mutton, and bread, butter, eggs, and a lot of things enough to last

me a week. The bedroom had been settled up too, and there was a good, comfortable bed ready for any tired

man to turn into. Better than all, there was a letter, signed `Your own Gracey,' that made me think I might

I lit the fire, and after a bit made shift to boil some tea; and after I'd finished what little I could eat I felt

better, and sat down before the fire to consider over things. It was late enough midnight before I turned

in. I couldn't sleep then; but at last I must have dropped off, because the sun was shining into the room,

At first I didn't think of getting up. Then I knew, all of a sudden, that I could open the door and go out. I was

in the garden in three seconds, listening to the birds and watching the clouds rising over Nulla Mountain.

That morning, after breakfast, I saw two people, a man and a woman, come riding up to the garden gate. I

knew who it was as far as I could see 'em George Storefield and Gracey. He lifted her down, and they

walked up through the garden. I went a step or two to meet them. She ran forward and threw herself into my

arms. George turned away for a bit. Then I put her by, and told her to sit down on the verandah while I had a

talk with George. He shook hands with me, and said he was glad to see me a free man again. `I've worked a

bit, and got others to work too,' says he; `mostly for her, and partly for your own sake, Dick. I can't forget old

times. Now you're your own man again, and I won't insult you by saying I hope you'll keep so; I know it, as

`Look here, George,' I said, `as there's a God in heaven, no man shall ever be able to say a word against me

again. I think more of what you've done for me almost than of poor Gracey's holding fast. It came natural to

her. Once a woman takes to a man, it don't matter to her what he is. But if you'd thrown me off I'd have not

That day week Gracey and I were married, very quiet and private. We thought we'd have no one at the little

church at Bargo but George and his wife, the old woman, and the chap as drove me home. Just as we were

going into the church who should come rattling up on horseback but Maddie Barnes and her husband Mrs.

Moreton, as she was now, with a brightlooking boy of ten or eleven on a pony. She jumps off and gives the

bridle to him. She looked just the same as ever, a trifle stouter, but the same saucy look about the eyes. `Well,

Dick Marston,' says she, `how are you? Glad to see you, old man. You've got him safe at last, Gracey, and I

wish you joy. You came to Bella's wedding, Dick, and so I thought I'd come to yours, though you kept it so

`Why, it's never Rainbow?' says I. `It's twelve years and over since I saw him last.'

`I didn't care if it was twenty,' said she. `Here he is, and goes as sound as a bell. His poor old teeth are getting

done, but he ain't the only one that way, is he, Joe? He'll never die if I can keep him alive. I have to give him

`I believe she thinks more of that old moke than me and the children all put together,' says Joe Moreton.

`And why shouldn't I?' says Maddie, facing round at him just the old way. `Isn't he the finest horse that ever

stood on legs, and didn't he belong to the finest gentleman that you or any one else looked at? Don't say a

word against him, for I can't stand it. I believe if you was to lay a whip across that old horse in anger I'd go

away and leave you, Joe Moreton, just as if you was a regular black stranger. Poor Rainbow! Isn't he a

darling?' Here she stroked the old horse's neck. He was rolling fat, and had a coat like satin. His legs were just

as clean as ever, and he stood there as if he heard everything, moving his old head up and down the way he

always did never still a moment. It brought back old times, and I felt soft enough, I tell you. Maddie's lips

were trembling again, too, and her eyes like two coals of fire. As for Joe, he said nothing more, and the best

thing too. The boy led Rainbow over to the fence, and old George walked us all into the church, and that

After the words were said we all went back to George's together, and Maddie and her husband drank a glass

of wine to our health, and wished us luck. They rode as far as the turn off to Rocky Flat with us, and then

`Goodbye, Dick,' says Maddie, bending down over the old horse's neck. `You've got a stunning good wife

now, if ever any man had in the whole world. Mind you're an A1 husband, or we'll all round on you, and your

life won't be worth having; and I've got the best horse in the country, haven't I? See where the bullet went

through his poor neck. There's no lady in the land got one that's a patch on him. Steady, now, Rainbow, we'll

be off in a minute. You shall see my little Jim there take him over a hurdle yard. He can ride a bit, as young

as he is. Pity poor old Jim ain't here today, isn't it, Dick? Think of him being cold in his grave now, and we

And off went Maddie at a pace that gave Joe and the boy all they knew to catch her.

We're to live here for a month or two till I get used to outdoor work and the regular old bush life again.

There's no life like it, to my fancy. Then we start, bag and baggage, for one of George's Queensland stations,

It freshens me up to think of making a start in a new country. It's a long way from where we were born and

brought up; but all the better for that. Of course they'll know about me; but in any part of Australia, once a

chap shows that he's given up cross doings and means to go straight for the future, the people of the country

will always lend him a helping hand, particularly if he's married to such a wife as Gracey. I'm not afraid of

any of my troubles in the old days being cast up to me; and men are so scarce and hard to get west of the

Barcoo that no one that once had Dick Marston's help at a muster is likely to remind him of such an old story