"Looks well," Peters said, eyeing the notice.
"Ah, that"s his work," Marmot answered, looking at Tony. "He cut the "the" out, and I"ve never had time to write another."
He came down from the verandah, mounted the pack-horse, sitting far back behind the pack like an Arab on a donkey, and once more headed the procession from the store to the Rest--a procession which grew in size as it pa.s.sed down the township road, and collected the units of the male population from their various habitations.
"How"s old Slaughter getting on?" Tony asked Marmot, after greeting Smart and Cullen.
"Oh, _him_?" Marmot answered evasively, as he glanced over at Murray, who, however, did not manifest any interest in the matter.
"I didn"t see him last time I was in," Tony went on. "How is the old chap keeping? Still a whale on----"
"It"s risky," Marmot whispered excitedly, interrupting him. "Ain"t you heard? Ain"t young Murray heard? Don"t you know?"
"Know what?" Tony asked.
"Why, about--about Slaughter and the girl."
"Slaughter and the girl? What girl? You don"t mean----" Tony, filled with admiration for Ailleen, the greater because it was suppressed, immediately became alert and suspicious.
"_His_ sister," Marmot answered under his breath, jerking his head towards Murray.
Tony looked at him for a moment too surprised to speak. Then he burst out laughing.
"You have found out something this time," he said, in a bantering tone.
"Who made up that fairy tale?"
"It"s no fairy tale. It"s true," Marmot answered. "There"s Tommy Nuggan coming. Ask him about it, if you won"t believe me."
Tony, as soon as the reasons for the procession and the direction of its route had been duly explained to and accepted by Nuggan, reined in his horse beside him, and, dismounting, walked with him.
"Marmot said you"d tell me all about the latest yarn from the verandah--about Slaughter," Tony said.
"Ah," Nuggan exclaimed, "you were a bit surprised to hear it, I take it? Any one would be who didn"t know the man as I did. It didn"t surprise me. No; not much. I"ve seen it coming for years, bless you. I didn"t talk about it up yonder," he went on, nodding towards Marmot"s store, "because a word up there is as good as fifty next day, and spread all over the district at that. No; that ain"t my style. I saw it, and I said, "Nuggan, my boy," I said, "this ain"t your game. If the girl goes to the old man, it"s his and her game, not yours.""
"Only she didn"t go," Tony said.
"Didn"t she? Then perhaps you know more than I do, and can tell me----"
"I can tell you if you put that yarn about you"ve started as good a fairy tale as was ever told," Tony interrupted. "Why, Nellie Murray and d.i.c.kson have been thick for----"
"Have they?" Nuggan, in his turn, interrupted. "And you think d.i.c.kson has time for any one now since Yaller-head went out to Barellan? I know, I do. I don"t tell no fairy tales. No more than when I said it was strange you being the only one at the Flat who wasn"t sandy or mousey in the hair. I don"t make no error. I"ve got eyes, and I uses them."
It was Nuggan"s pride to think that Birralong had never been in want of any information on any subject after reference had been made to him. It was therefore bitter to hear his latest version of the last local problem airily dismissed as a fairy tale.
"You"ve got no call to criticize," he went on, as Tony did not answer.
"If you want to know, I can tell you; and there"s a heap of things you"d give your head to know now, I take it. I"ve heard many a tale I don"t repeat, and I could make most people look rather foolish if I wanted to. When you go out to the Flat next time just ask who Mrs. Garry was. Talk about _my_ fairy tales! Take care you ain"t one yourself.
Maybe Yaller-head could give you news about it if she wanted to. Only she don"t, now she"s got young d.i.c.kson. There ain"t no mystery about where _he_ came from."
He was indignant at the calling in question of his word, and as he smarted himself, so did he try to make Tony smart. It was true that he used his eyes, and little escaped them; he might have added that he also used his imagination, and that what escaped the one was secured, always, by the other. He fell back as he concluded, in case Tony should score in return; but as the procession had reached the Rest, Tony swallowed the unpleasant effect of Nuggan"s words, and, having turned his horse into the paddock by the side of the hotel, entered with the others the room where, on his last visit, the great billiard-match had been played.
As on that former occasion the news spread that there was money to be spent at the Rest, so it did on this occasion, and long before sunset there was a mighty gathering to do honour to the men who, having lost one pile, had set out again and won another. The drought still lay over Birralong, the rain which had caused such fortunate unpleasantness to Tony and his mates having apparently only fallen on the heights of the range. For many miles around the township the gra.s.s was brown and withered, only waiting for a stray spark to set it ablaze and sweep the country with a greater desolation than even the drought could effect.
The stock on the selections was thin and poor, the horses were weedy and weak, and the selectors, hearing that Tony and his mates had returned with more gold, hurried into the Rest to hear what they could in the hopes of sharing in the miners" luck. To profit by any good-will there might be, men who were weary with counting their debts and discounting the chances of paying them, kept the ball rolling by "setting "em up"
when they thought it came to their turn, despite the repeated a.s.sertion by Tony and his two comrades that they were providing the evening"s entertainment.
The sun went down, and the cool, dark evening reigned outside, but within the Rest the gathering was growing uproarious as the selectors gave free vent to spirits held in check for many weeks by the depressing weight of the unending drought. A commotion among the horses which were in the paddock beside the hotel, and on to which the room looked out, gave a moment"s pause to the noise within. One man went out to see what had caused the stir. He dashed back into the room with a white, scared face and startled eyes.
"Marmot"s store"s afire!" he shouted.
Helter-skelter the men rushed out, Tony and his mates in front. On the rise at the end of the township the flames gleamed as they flared from the wooden building, which burned like matchwood. From the distance in the opposite direction came the sounds of horses, galloping away from the township.
Peters sprang towards the paddock fence.
"Our gold!" he yelled. "They"ve biffed us!"
The slip-rails In the paddock fence were down, and two of the horses were missing. While most of the men rushed away up to the burning store, five stayed behind--Tony, Peters, Murray, and two young selectors who had come in to join the fun.
"It"s a tough ride. Who knows the country best?" Peters asked, as he swung into the saddle.
"Teddy Morton," some one answered shortly; and the selector named, slim, active, and sunburned, wheeled his horse to the front without a word and drove his spurs home.
Out along the road he raced, sitting tight in the saddle with the reins hanging loose, catching rather than hearing on the air as it rushed past his ears the thud of the horses" hoofs galloping away ahead. Behind him the others rode, silent, the horses following the leader of their own instincts. Two miles farther on the faint sounds ahead ceased, and each one of the five knew that the fugitives had turned from the roadway into the open bush. They knew the place--there was rugged, broken country a mile from the road, deep cross gullies with treacherous banks, and patches of wattle scrub close-growing and dark, where a man might ride to his death at every stride of his horse. And down the road they raced, till they saw by the loom of the open bush where the boundary fences ceased. The leader turned his horse in his stride, and the four behind turned theirs. A fallen log; a rut; a snag; and one rider"s race would be done; for the pace they were going left no escape if once a horse came down. Through the low-grown brush they crashed. A rider ducked to miss a branch that was level with his head; a horse swerved sharp to the right to dodge an old and charred tree-stump; another propped as it caught its step to clear a fancied jump--and the riders gripped their saddle-pads and rode with their hands low down. Somewhere ahead their quarry raced--and three of them thought of their gold--somewhere ahead their coming was heard, and murder might lurk in the shade. It might be a bullet; it might be a spear; it might be a shattered spine; but Morton stuck to his racing lead, and the four pressed close behind.
Away ahead three others rode, two on stolen mounts. They had seen the gleam of the fire burst out as they galloped past the Rest; they heard the shouts of the laughter, and they laughed as they rode away, for they had robbed the store and set it on fire, and every man of the township was in at the Rest drinking to the success of the diggers whose gold was being carried off. They had no plans beyond the robbing of the store, and now, as it was necessary to divide the spoil, they made for the broken country so as to be able to carry the division through without fear of interruption. The man who was on his own horse had the gold strapped in front of him; the others were one on each side, watchful lest he should slip away with the prize. The man on the left watched his companion so carefully that he failed to see a sudden break-away of the ground. His horse stumbled, and its rider was jerked forward out of the saddle on to its neck. The noise startled the horse in the middle, and it swung on one side just at the edge of the break-away. Before it could check itself, it slipped, and the effort made to recover carried it over the edge, causing it to fall heavily on its side and on its rider. The scream of the horse and the yell of the rider echoed through the bush.
The man"s companions reined in their horses, and one of them dismounted.
"Make a blaze of twigs if you can"t see," the one who remained in the saddle called out, and, to help, he also alighted.
The gleam of yellow light when it sprang up revealed the horse lying with a jagged stump through it, and beyond it the rider, with one leg twisted and bent up under him. One of the two went over and stooped down, taking the man by his shoulders and pulling him along the ground till his leg was straight, when he let him fall again. The man groaned as his back came heavily against the ground.
"Listen!" the other exclaimed, as he stood up. "They"re after us. Collar the gold and clear."
He sprang to where the injured horse was impaled, and tugged at the straps that held the bags. His companion came to his a.s.sistance.
"Hold the horses, you fool! Be ready to ride for it."
The straps were loose by the time the other man was in his saddle, with the reins of the second horse on his arm.
"Here!" the first exclaimed as he rushed up with the bags in his arm.
"Take them quick."
The second man took them, and let go the reins, which the other seized.
"Tap! My G.o.d, Tap, you"re not----"
The man addressed turned savagely with an ugly oath.
"It"s the mare. Kill the mare before you go. She"s hurt, bad," the injured man groaned.
Tap scrambled into the saddle.