Miss Falkland got up then and walked forward, looking just the way her father used to do. She spoke to Starlight first.
"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 t.i.tle. Believe me when I say that by your conduct to-night you have won our deepest grat.i.tude--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 also."
Here the Misses Whitman said--
"Yes, indeed, we will--to our life"s end."
Then she turned to Jim, who still stood there looking at her with his big gray eyes, that had got ever so much darker lately.
"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 d.i.c.k 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 grat.i.tude.
Is there any way?"
"There"s Jeanie," just them two words he said.
"Your wife? Oh yes, I heard about her," looking at him so kind and gentle-like. "I saw it all in the papers. She"s in Melbourne, isn"t she?
What is her address?"
"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. Good-night, Miss Falkland, and good luck to you always."
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 public-house, 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 and clear of the place.
"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 place down before he went from here."
"He"ll get caught one of these fine days," says Starlight. "There"s more risk at one station than half-a-dozen road scrimmages, and that he"ll find, clever as he thinks himself."
"Where"s Mr. Whitman, Jack?" says I to the landlord (he wasn"t a bad sort, old Jack Jones). "What made him leave his place to the mercy of the world, in a manner of speaking?"
"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."
"How d"ye know that?"
"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; eighty-five miles every yard of it. It"s a big day, but that pony"s a rum un, and can jump his own height easy. He"ll be welcome home to-night."
"I daresay he will, and no wonder. The missus must ha" been awful frightened, and the young ladies too. Good-night, Jack;" and we rattled off.
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 feed, we roused up the girls and had supper. A very jolly one it was, my word.
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 Jim"s neck.
"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 of you, that I am."
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 good-looking 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 a.s.sure you. When your day comes you will understand much of what puzzles you at present."
"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 a.s.serted," he says, "that a slight flavour of monotony occasionally a.s.sails the honeymoon. Variety is the salt of life, I begin to think. Some of these fine days, Maddie, we"ll both get married and compare notes."
"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 golden-hole 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 him six weeks."
"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, you know."
"I"ll come if his Satanic Majesty himself was present (he occasionally does attend a wedding, I"ve heard), and bring you a present, too, Bella; mind, it"s a bargain."
"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."
Chapter 37
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 drop out of notice altogether for a bit, and take a rest like.
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 what went on with a strong gla.s.s.
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 sorts of good care that they shan"t do either if we can help it.
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 more about it.
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 too late.
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 our lot and any one of the others, was no foolish money.
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 tape-lining 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 cattle-duffing 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--anything that was bad, that is.
After he"d a long yarn with them about cattle and horses and what not, he offered them a ten-pound 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 left undone.
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 Aileen and mother.
Well, it seems on this particular day they"d been into the little township, and I suppose got an extra gla.s.s 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 and making it a bit uncomfortable for any one to come near her.