c.u.mshaw said. "I wonder if there"s any other way."
"Nothing like having a try," Bradby advised. "That darned old hermit must have come in some way, and I don"t reckon it was the way we came in. If I was you I"d try over there towards the west. The hills look low enough."
So they turned off at right angles to their path and presently were edging their way through the wood again. As Bradby had surmised, the ground rose steadily, though it was very rough. Big boulders lay about the ground amongst the trees, which were thinning off. Soon they emerged on to what was open country, and speedily found themselves right under a ledge of rock which rose sheerly above their heads to a height of twenty or thirty feet.
"Blocked!" said Bradby savagely.
"No," said c.u.mshaw in a tone that implied he refused to acknowledge defeat. "There must be some way out, Jack, and I"m going to look until I find it. Here, you take charge of the horses and I"ll fossick out something."
He was gone for ten minutes, ten long minutes that Bradby occupied in cursing the valley in particular and the rest of the world in general.
Then there came a cry from the height above him, and, looking up, he saw Abel c.u.mshaw waving to him. Next instant the man disappeared and a few seconds later swung down through the rocks.
"It"s no use," he said. "We can"t take the horses out here. We"ll just have to leave them. A man can crawl up through a sort of funnel in the wall of the rock, but you"d want a sling to get the horses along."
"Can"t we go back and try the way we came in?"
c.u.mshaw shook his head decisively. "No," he said. "It won"t do to risk it. They just tumbled down yesterday when we brought them, but you must remember that we had to cling on with our hands and feet when we went back. We"ll have to jettison the horses."
"You said it was murder yesterday when I suggested shooting them,"
Bradby reminded him.
"We had a chance of saving them then," c.u.mshaw argued, "but now it"s either them or us. If we turn them loose, the police"ll find them sooner or later. If we shoot them, it"s over and done with, and even if anyone does wander in here by accident he"s not going to come this way. If we let them roam about the valley, they naturally go over to the other side where the gra.s.s is, and the first fool that blundered in would see them and begin to wonder how they got there. You never want to give the other man food for thought, Jack. Once he starts thinking, it"s only a matter of time until he noses out everything."
"Shoot the horses, Abel, and have done with it. I"m sick and tired of talking. It"s high time we did something."
The horses were shot then and there as the easiest way out of it, and when the echoes had died away the two men crawled cautiously up the funnel-like opening in the rock. Footholds were precarious enough, but by dint of hanging on by teeth and claw the partners at length forced their way to the top and stood on the ledge that overhung the valley.
Across the smoky sea of timber they caught sight of the long line of golden wattle through which they had broken their way the previous evening. It occurred to both in almost the same instant that no man would be very likely to blunder in by chance. The place was securely hidden from view on three sides at least, and on the fourth, the side where they now stood, the approach was so difficult and, as they learnt later, dangerous that a man must have some very good reason for attempting it. c.u.mshaw it was who first put his thoughts into words.
"I can"t help thinking," he said, "that the old chap must have come over from this side. Most likely he was dodging someone."
"I wouldn"t be surprised at that," said the other.
"I don"t think he"d have found the other way in a month of Sundays.
However, let"s get along. We"ll have to make haste now we"re without horses, What"s it to be? Riverina or Adelaide?"
"I favor the Riverina," c.u.mshaw said. "I"m more familiar with the country, and they"ve got nothing against me up there."
"Riverina it is then," Bradby agreed with a laugh. "All places are the same to me. I"ve no more liking for one than for another."
So it came about that the valley faded away into the dim distance south of them, and presently they were toiling across the barrier of mountains that cuts Northern Victoria off from the rest of the State.
The tragedy happened that evening. An hour or so before sunset they decided to camp hard by a little creek they had just discovered.
c.u.mshaw, as usual, tended to the fire, and Bradby, after idling about for a while, suggested that he had better go hunting, in the hope of being able to obtain fresh meat for the meal.
"All right," said c.u.mshaw. "Go ahead. But don"t be any longer than you can help."
"I"ll be back as soon as I can," Bradby answered, and slipped into the shadows that were already gathering thick and fast. Abel c.u.mshaw worked away, whistling softly to himself the while. He was so busy doing one thing and another that it was not until darkness fell suddenly and completely on the scene that he realised how quickly time had pa.s.sed.
His first thought then was that Bradby was away much longer than he had any right to be. It occurred to him that Bradby might have gone much further than he intended and by some mischance had lost his way. He decided to wait a while longer, and then, if Bradby did not appear in the meantime, to go in search of him. But the time pa.s.sed, the fire died away to red hot coals, and the shadows fell thickly on everything; but still Bradby did not come. At last c.u.mshaw rose swiftly to his feet in the manner of a man who has decided on the course he must take and means to stick to it unswervingly. With quick yet noiseless steps he stole through the trees, occasionally swinging a sharp glance to the left or right. But it was very dark in the woods, and it was impossible to tell shape from shadow. A regiment might have been hiding behind the boles of the trees without him being one whit the wiser. He had profound objections against shouting his whereabouts to his mate--his woods"
instinct warned him never to reveal his presence unless there was no other way out--but he saw speedily enough that there was no other course left for him to take.
He made a megaphone of his hands, and sent a long-drawn "Coo-ee" out to wake the echoes. The sound reverberated from the hills and died rumbling away in the hollows. For some seconds after that there was absolute silence, and then somewhere ahead of him he caught a very faint noise as of long gra.s.s rustling in the wind. But the air was absolutely devoid of motion. The sound puzzled c.u.mshaw; the very stealthiness of it convinced him that no animal had made it, yet he could not understand why Bradby should exercise such unnecessary caution.
Then in an instant he knew. The black wall ahead of him was split by a pencil of flame, the silence of the forest crackled into sound, and the whip-like crack of a revolver echoed and re-echoed. A bullet whistled dangerously close to c.u.mshaw. He swore under his breath and tugged furiously at his own revolver. Bending almost double he sprinted towards the shelter of the nearest tree, while at the same instant the stranger"s weapon cracked again. Something stung his ear. He put up his hand, and the warm blood spurted through his fingers.
He compressed himself into the smallest possible s.p.a.ce behind the tree and then fired in the direction of the last shot. He allowed a short interval to elapse and then fired again. The other man must have seen the flashes, but he made no attempt to answer them. The moment the first shot was fired c.u.mshaw realised, in a flash of intuition, that his a.s.sailant was none other than Jack Bradby. The knowledge made him extremely angry, for such black treachery was the last thing he had expected to have to contend with. He saw now that it was the old case of thieves falling out over the division of the spoils, and that Jack Bradby was determined to stop at nothing, even murder, in order to gain the whole of the plunder. He continued firing with a savage fury that boded ill for his late mate.
The thing itself happened suddenly. One moment he was peering out into the darkness in an effort to locate his enemy; the next strong sinewy hands were around his throat choking the life out of him. With that clarity of vision that comes to a man perhaps once in a lifetime, he saw, even in the all-pervading darkness, the shadowy face that was pressed close to his own. The eyes that looked into his were dim pools of evil light, faintly phosph.o.r.escent like those of a cat, and the face that framed them was contorted into a malignant leer of triumph. That much he saw before the darkness crushed him out of existence and all things earthly faded from his vision.
Bradby felt the man"s body go limp in his arms, and he quickly thrust into its holster the revolver with which he had dealt the final blow.
There was a steamy smell of blood on the thick, damp air, and when Mr.
Bradby drew away his right hand he found it warm and wet.
"Christ!" he said in a tone of fear, "I"ve killed him!" That was precisely what he had intended to do from the very first, but now his plan had apparently fructified, he felt a vague horror at the result of his handiwork. He opened c.u.mshaw"s shirt and put his hand over the man"s heart. He could not detect even the faintest flutter.
Then swiftly, with many glances about him as he moved, he carried the body to the undergrowth and very gently laid it on the ground. But he failed to notice that as he bent down a flat piece of wood had slipped from the pocket of his shirt and had fallen soundlessly into the soft green gra.s.s at the side of Abel c.u.mshaw"s body.
Five minutes later silence reigned. Only the heavy scent of the wattle was mingled with another odor--the warm, sickly smell of freshly-shed blood.
CHAPTER V.
EXPIATION.
Unaccountably enough Bradby went no further than the dying embers of the fire. His first act was to build a big blaze, for he was already becoming afraid. He could not define even to himself just what this fear was; it was not so much horror at what he had done as a feeling that his sins would yet find him out. Some strange attraction kept him close to the scene of the tragedy, and all night he sat by the fire with his head in his hands and his eyes staring at the ever-widening ring of white ashes. Towards morning he fell into a doze, but scarcely had the first rays of the sun penetrated through the leafy mantle of the trees than he was wide-awake. There were dark rings under his eyes, and the eyes themselves looked strangely tired and haggard. He glanced at his hands with a faint idea that something had been wrong with them the night before. He was disgusted to find that they were caked with dried blood, and a feeling almost akin to nausea shook his frame. He made all the haste he could to the creek and washed every speck of blood and dirt off, so that when he had finished his hands were clean and spotless.
He shot a parrot for breakfast and made a gruesome meal off the raw flesh. There was nothing else to eat, for the flour had all been finished the previous day. After the morning"s meal he brightened up and set off northward with a brisk stride. The money was safe enough in the valley for the present, he decided, and a couple of months in the Riverina would not only not do him any harm, but would allow the hue and cry time to die down. After that he would come back and get the gold, and this time there would be no question of division; it would be his, all of it. Now that the daylight had come he could think of the dark figure suddenly growing limp in his arms and the smell of fresh blood mixing with the scent of the wattles without the slightest misgiving. He had no fear of it; he certainly felt no remorse. The further he got from the scene of the murder, the lighter grew his spirits. He turned the situation over in his mind and found abundant satisfaction in it; his primitive logic told him that there was no evidence against him.
It is doubtful who was the most surprised, the troopers or Bradby when he stumbled unexpectedly into their camp that evening. They were not the men who had been following the bushrangers from the start, but another body, warned by wire and hurriedly sent out from Murtoa. For some unexplained reason the camp-fire had been allowed to die down, and so there was no red glow to warn Bradby of their proximity. He had blundered into the midst of the men before he quite realised what had happened, and, when he made a wild dash for safety, he found that all way of escape had been cut off. He was hemmed in on every side. The troop was in charge of an officer of more than average intelligence, and he instantly jumped to the correct conclusion. Had Bradby not lost his head and endeavored to escape, he might have been able to pa.s.s himself off as a prospector or something of the sort, but the mere sight of his all-too-evident anxiety to get away wakened the suspicions of the sergeant. The Grampians and the country surrounding them had hitherto been singularly free from crime, and no malefactors from other parts of the State were known to be at large in that neighbourhood. Obviously this man, who displayed such a disinclination to meet the police, must be a criminal, and just as obviously must he be one of the men wanted for the gold escort robbery. The sergeant decided in one lightning flash on a plan that he hoped would startle the man into betraying himself.
The moment Bradby turned to retreat and found himself hemmed in, the other walked over to him, scrutinised him carefully, and in the same instant placed his hand on his shoulder and said, "I arrest you in the Queen"s name for the robbery of the Gold Escort on the night of 1st December."
Bradby"s jaw dropped and he stared open-mouthed at the other. He could not understand the process of almost instantaneous reasoning by which the officer had arrived at this conclusion, and the swift scrutiny the man had given him convinced him that in some strange and unaccountable way a description of him had been obtained and circulated. The man had recognised him, of that he felt sure.
All round him were staring policemen, watching him intently with eyes that were no less full of astonishment than his own. They could not fathom the reasons that actuated their chief, but they realised, all of them, that the man before them must be in some guilty way connected with the robbery. His very manner told them that.
The chief uttered the usual warning: "It is my duty to warn you that anything you say will be used in evidence----" He got so far when Bradby awoke from his stupor. He gave no warning of his intention, but his doubled fist shot out, caught the other on the point of the jaw and dropped him in a heap on the ground. Then with the swiftness of thought he leaped to one side, pulling his revolver loose at the same instant.
He had just the smallest fraction of a second"s start of the police, and in the flurry of the moment he actually burst through the cordon that had formed around him. The next instant the carbines of the police commenced to bark. Bradby stumbled, recovered himself, and fired over his shoulder. Several of the troopers were already on horseback, and it was only a matter of riding him down. He saw this himself, and his futile shot was designed to stop one at least of the horses. However, it went wide. He slipped behind a tree and began snap-shooting at the advancing mounted men. They spread out fanwise, thus coming at him from three sides at once. He moved slightly in order to get a better aim, and in doing so unwittingly exposed himself. One of the troopers, who had discarded his carbine in favor of a revolver, took a flying shot. Bradby lurched from behind the tree, clasped his hands to his left side and slipped down on to the gra.s.s.
When they reached him the blood was welling out of his side, and they saw that he was mortally wounded. The man who had fired the fatal shot dropped on his knees beside him and lifted up his head. Bradby"s face was ashy pale, even in the faint moonlight one could see that, but he was still conscious.
"It"s no use," he panted. "I"m done."
"Where is the gold and where are your mates?" the man asked, conscious that a word from the dying bushranger would solve everything. Bradby"s frame shook spasmodically, and when the other looked again there was blood on his pale lips.
"Through the lung," muttered one of the others who had some knowledge of medical science.