The white horses flashed into his mind as he looked at it.
"The cunning scoundrel!" he exclaimed. "Even the horses were disguised."
He replaced the bags, and went to the root end of the tree. With his stick he was able to reach the objects stored in the hole, and pulled one out.
By the weight he knew what he had found, before he opened it--the bag was full of gold.
Slowly he drew everything out of the place. All the gold taken from the bank and from Taloona lay at his feet, together with a miscellaneous collection of jewellery wrapped up in a small square of canvas. But there was no sign either of papers or bank-notes.
It was out of the question for him to attempt to remove the treasure to the bank there and then. All he could do was to make it as secure as possible until, at a later day, he could return with a conveyance and carry it back to the town.
On the far side of the bluff he discovered a crevice formed by an overhanging ledge. It was a place even more difficult to trace than the fallen tree, and here he placed everything, keeping only a gold watch which bore Harding"s name. Then, having obliterated, as nearly as he could, every mark which would be likely to reveal the hiding-place, he made his way back to his horse.
He rode to the margin of the pool, and walked along the track until he was opposite the streak of mud stain in the water. The horse and wheel-tracks turned towards it and, standing up in his stirrups, Durham saw that the water shoaled with a wide ledge of rock running directly into the pool.
Putting his horse to it, the water was barely a foot deep on the rock all the way across to the opposite bank. Here the horse and wheel-tracks reappeared, turning sharp to the left through the bush, and pa.s.sing over a dwarf ridge from the summit of which he caught sight of the mountain road where it turned down to the ford.
Still following the tracks, they led him once more to the water"s edge.
He entered it, and continued close to the sh.o.r.e until he suddenly emerged on to the rock which formed the break in the road over which the stream rippled.
He rode on to the road and reined in his horse near the spot where he had first seen the pool the night he was on his way to Waroona Downs.
Had he not just ridden along the track round the edge of the water, he would not have believed it was there, so absolutely was it hidden from the roadway.
For a moment he hesitated whether to go on to Waroona Downs or return to the township at once, and arrange for the treasure to be removed. But the anxiety gnawing at his heart decided for him and he wheeled his horse and set off at a canter for the station.
As he came out to the level road he saw, riding towards him, the object of his regard. Mounted on a fine dark chestnut she was coming along at a hand gallop. She waved her hand as she caught sight of him, and he pulled up to wait for her, watching, with more than admiration, the magnificent seat she had and the easy grace with which she managed her horse.
"Oh, Mr. Durham, I"m so glad to see you," she cried as she came up. "I am in such trouble about that old reprobate. Sure he"s gone and I"m just after riding into town to see if he is getting more of the wretched drink. If I find him----"
"Brennan will have him if he is in there, Mrs. Burke. You need not be uneasy. I"ll inquire as soon as I return. I am on my way----"
"Oh, but I can"t," she interrupted. "What would they say if ever it got to Ireland that I let the old fool fall into the hands of the police over a trifle like this--for it"s only a trifle they would call it in Ireland, Mr. Durham. Sure if it were known there, and you may be certain he"d leave no stone unturned to make it public, they"d boycott me and all my belongings, if they didn"t do something worse."
"Then it would be better for you not to go back there," he said, smiling at her.
She gave him a sidelong glance with her head on one side.
"Not go back there? And what should I be doing anywhere else with all my responsibilities waiting over there for me?" she asked coquettishly.
"You may have responsibilities over here as well, some which would----"
"Oh, now, you"re making fun of me, Mr. Durham," she exclaimed. "What"s a bit of a place like this with never even a single pig on it, let alone all the sheep and cattle it ought to have, to keep me from my own home?
When I get stock on the place it might keep me here, but sure where"s the money to come from to buy the creatures if I don"t go back and sell everything I possess to pay for them?"
"Won"t you turn back, Mrs. Burke? I was riding out to see you. I want to--ask you something."
"Ask me something? What, more police questions? No, no thanks, Mr.
Durham. They don"t agree with my const.i.tution--nor my temper."
"It is not a police question," he said seriously. "It is to do--with--with yourself."
A merry peal of mocking laughter answered him.
"Come along now, come to the township with me before they get poor old Patsy where it would break his honest old heart to be."
She started her horse.
"Come along now," she called over her shoulder, flashing a mischievous glance back at him.
He had no alternative but to follow, and he cantered to her side.
"It would teach him a good lesson, Mrs. Burke, if you let him spend a few days in the lock-up," he said. "It would give him a chance to get really sober, whereas, if he keeps on getting drink, you will have him out of his mind."
"Now you"re trying to frighten me, Mr. Durham. Sure, what sort of a man is it I"ve met this morning? I believe you"d like to see old Patsy inside a cell, and then maybe you"d be after me too."
"I might be," he answered.
"What would you give me? Six months hard or just a caution?"
"I should offer you something entirely different," he said in a serious tone of voice. "I should offer you----"
"Oh, yes, it"s a lot you police people offer folk. Sure they have to take what is given them, whether they like it, or want it, or not."
"I may not always be one of the police people, as you term us," he said.
"Are you thinking of joining the ministry?" she exclaimed. "I"d like to hear you preach your first sermon, Mr. Durham. I"d come twenty miles in the rain for it."
The mockery in her voice irritated him, and his face showed it.
"Oh, now, Mr. Durham, don"t talk nonsense. What would become of the place if you left the force of which you are such an ornament? It"s fairy tales you are telling me. And you have never said a word yet about your journey. What news did you hear when you reached Waroona?"
"I suppose you have not heard about Eustace?" he asked.
"Eustace? What"s the matter with Eustace now?"
"He was found yesterday."
The jerk she gave the bridle brought her horse back on his haunches, and Durham was a couple of lengths past her before he could bring his horse round. When he turned she was allowing her horse to walk, the bridle hanging loose.
"Eustace was found yesterday?" she asked in a dazed tone as she came up to him. "Found yesterday? Is that the news you had to give me?"
"It was not to tell you of that I was on my way to Waroona Downs," he replied. "Though I should probably have mentioned it."
"Where was he found, Mr. Durham? I suppose he is arrested now?"
All the raillery had gone from her voice, which had grown so sorrowful that he looked at her wonderingly.
"He was not alive when he was found," he said quietly, still watching her.