"Honour among--well--bush-rangers, eh, Burke?" says Starlight cheerily.
"He"s the right sort, isn"t he? We shall want good goers to-night. Are we all here now? We"d better get to business."
Yes, they were all there, a lot of well-built, 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 would be hard work getting the coach through there now--for a bit to come.
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 short-hobbled 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 young fellows belonging to their crowd minding them.
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, d.i.c.k? Do you chaps feel shaky at all? Ain"t yer gallied the least little bit? They"re a-comin"!"
"How long will they be?" Starlight said. "Just remember that you"re not skylarking at a pound-yard, 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 permiskus-like 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 four-horse 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 close, so that they were bunched up pretty well together.
"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 bullock-drivers cutting down trees to make us go round. It"s a beastly track here at the best of times."
"I believe them trees have been fallen on purpose," says the trooper that was down. "There"s been men, and horses too, about here to-day, by the tracks. They"re up to no good!"
"Fire!"
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 echoed among the rocks.
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 wounded.
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. .h.i.t, 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 pack-horses by this time, along with Master Billy the Boy firing his revolver and shouting enough for half-a-dozen; 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 recapture the gold.
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 an hour or two at any rate.
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 about 1000 oz. each. There were fourteen boxes in all. Not a bad haul.
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 washing-up. 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 bad.
Dad wasn"t long before he had our lot safely packed and on his two pack-horses. 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 pack-horses would never carry it if there was anything of a close run for it.
"Suppose you think you"ve got the only good horse in the country, d.i.c.k 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 of the pack-horses; they"re not up to much, as you"ll find out."
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" riding we should be pretty safe, and daylight would see us at the Hollow.
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 dead beat.
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 gra.s.s 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 till well on in the afternoon.
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 been away.
Chapter 35
"We done that job to rights if we never done another, eh, lad?" says father, reaching out for a coal to put in his pipe.
"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 clear out."
"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 chaps got on? But we"ll hear soon."
"How shall we hear anything? n.o.body"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 afore, and I can do it again."
"Well, I hope it won"t be long, for I"m pretty full up of this staying-at-home business in the Hollow. It"s well enough for a bit, but it"s awful slow when you"ve too much of it."
"It wouldn"t be very slow if we was all grabbed and tried for our lives, Mr. d.i.c.k 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 yourself took in, and that precious sharp."
"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 over. We could hardly think it was all done and over.
"The gold escort stuck up. Fourteen thousand ounces of gold taken.
Sergeant Hawkins shot dead. The robbers safe off with their booty."
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 do.
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 gla.s.s 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 bit nervous after the grog had died out of us, it seemed a rather blue look-out.
There was the whole countryside pretty thick with police stations, where every man, from the sergeant to the last-joined recruit, knew the height, size, colour of hair, and so on of every one of us. If a suspicious-looking man was seen or heard of within miles the telegraph wires could be set to work. He could be met, stopped, searched, and overhauled. What chance would any of us have then?