CHAPTER XXXI.

The Sentinels in the Trees.--The End of Bill the Convict.--The

Bush-rangers deceived.--A strange New Animal.--A Bloody Conflict.--The

Mountain-pass.--The Fruit of the Acacia.--The Travellers in

Custody.--The Court of Justice.

Every moment increased the anxiety of the young sentinels, who were

scarcely able to speak for agitation. At last Hugh said,--

"Isn't it a capital chance for us, Arthur, that the great drove of

cattle are before the keen-eyed rangers? They will trample down our

trail effectually."

This was certainly an advantage to the fugitives, especially as they

remarked the cattle followed the exact track they had made. They were

now able to distinguish the powerful figure of Black Peter, who was

accompanied by the three strange bush-rangers whom Jack had met with

him, and followed by about fifty of the natives whom they had seen with

Bill the convict. These men were painted white, as if for battle, and

were armed with spears and boomerangs; but Bill was not with them,--a

circumstance that gave great satisfaction to Arthur, for the sake of

poor David.

The whole body drew up beneath the very trees in which the young men

were hidden; and whilst the cattle plunged into the river with great

enjoyment, Peter was examining the trail which led to the water, and had

been purposely made to mislead them. He then pointed out to his

companions the broken reeds on the opposite bank, and after pouring out

a volley of curses, he said,--

"They've crossed here, and not very long sin', that's clear. We're close

at their heels, and we mustn't bide long dawdling here; and, Jem, see ye

keep that brandy out of t' way of them black and white bugaboos, or

we'se have 'em, when their blood's up, knocking out our brains, and we

haven't a gun left to learn 'em manners with. Let me lay hold on my gun

again, and t' first job I'll put it to will be to shoot every soul of

them sneaking, preaching thieves but t' girl, and I'll set her up as a

bush-ranger's jin. She's mine by right, sure enough, now that I've put

an end to t' palavering of that sneaking fool Bill."

"But, Peter, man," was the answer of one of the men, "I fancy them black

fellows didn't half like yer putting a knife into their leader; and down

t' country folks would call it a murder."

"It saved Government a good rope," said Peter, "for that was his due. He

was a bigger rogue than me, and that's saying a deal."

The fearful oaths that these abandoned men mingled with their

conversation perfectly appalled the listening boys, and they felt great

relief when they rose; and each drinking a cup of brandy, Peter said,--

"Now come on, and let's get our work done. Them fools will be forced to

slacken their pace soon, for the beasts will never hold out over yon

scrub; and when we've got our guns and horses, and made an end of the

lot of thieves, we'll push on and see if we can't do a stroke of

business among any new squatters."

Then the man made a speech to his black troop, in their own language,

which seemed to give them pleasure, for they danced and clashed their

spears, and started up to continue their route. Thankfully the watchers

saw the wretches cross the river, and fall into the snare of continuing

over the scrub; but they did not venture to descend for half an hour,

when they had lost sight of the rangers, and concluded they must be

separated by a distance which rendered them safe.

"What rascals!" exclaimed Gerald. "It was well I had not one of the

guns, Arthur; I don't think I could have helped shooting Black Peter,

when he boasted that he had murdered Bill. I think I had a right."

"No you hadn't, Gerald," said Hugh. "It would not have been English

justice. The worst criminal has a right to a trial by jury. What do you

say, Arthur?"

"We should have some trouble in summoning a jury here, Hugh," answered

Arthur; "nevertheless, I should not have liked to take on myself the

office of executioner. Besides, you must remember, such an act would

have brought destruction on ourselves, and on all who depend on us. God

will bring the villain to justice."

The boys made their way through the thick wood till they reached the

little glade where their anxious friends were watching for them.

"All right!" cried Gerald; "we need not call over the roll. Now you must

all be content to form the rear-guard of the bush-rangers. I suppose,

Arthur, there is no need to hurry; we are not particularly desirous to

overtake the rogues."

"But, my dear boys!" exclaimed Mr. Mayburn; "Arthur, do you speak. Is it

safe to venture from this quiet retreat yet? Consider these lawless men

might, at any moment, turn round; and it seems they would not scruple

to commit murder."

"Was Bill with 'em, sir?" asked David, looking very much ashamed.

With much kindness and consideration, Arthur gently broke to the poor

lad the melancholy fate of his vile brother; and David shed many tears

for the unhappy convict.

"I were auld enough to have known better, sir," said he; "he couldn't

have gettin' me into bad ways, if I'd thought on my prayers and turned

again' him; and if I'd held out, things mightn't have turned out so bad

wi' him. Them that lets themselves be 'ticed to do bad deeds, is worse

nor them that 'tices 'em. God forgive me for niver speaking out like a

man to poor Bill!"

Margaret spoke kindly to the sorrowful man, showing him the fearful

warning sent in this sad catastrophe, and beseeching him never to forget

it; but to pray continually that he might be kept strictly in the right

path.

Wilkins was much shocked at the violent death of the convict; but,

nevertheless, he whispered to Jenny, "He's well ta'en out of t' way; for

he were a bigger scoundrel nor Peter hisself, for all his grand

rigmarole talk."

As the lame horse was unfit for work yet, it was led after the rest; and

Arthur, who chose to walk, selected David for his companion, and took

the opportunity, while he consoled him under his heavy affliction, to

direct his softened heart to good and holy aspirations. They continued

their journey along the right bank of the rivulet; the country being

more fertile, and the grassy plains more favorable for the horses than

among the brushwood.

For three days they proceeded undisturbed, and with revived hopes. Then

the scenery became still more beautiful; the ground was covered with

lofty trees, on which already the young buds were forming. These trees

were tenanted by thousands of lovely birds; and their cheerful notes

enlivened the solitude. In the distance before them rose a pile of

scattered rocky mountains, which, as they drew nearer, they saw were

covered with brushwood, and might have formed a barrier to their path,

but they seemed to be pierced by innumerable narrow winding gorges.

"We must proceed with great caution and watchfulness here," said Arthur;

"for it is not improbable that we may have fallen unhappily upon the

track of our enemies, and we must have gained ground on them, now that

we are all mounted again. We must be careful to avoid an encounter among

these perplexing mountains."

"We have two guns," said Gerald, "and we should have no difficulty in

keeping one of these narrow passes against the whole undisciplined gang;

then we could have our bowmen hid in the brushwood above, to shower down

destruction on the foe. It is a grand spot for a skirmish!"

"God forbid that we should be called on to make this lovely solitude a

field of blood!" said Mr. Mayburn. "How dare proud and disobedient man

profane the sanctity of Nature, and desecrate her grand and marvellous

works. Does not the contemplation of these mighty mountains, spreading

as far as the eye can reach, broken into fantastic forms, and apparently

inaccessible and impassable, startle and humiliate the presuming pride

of fallen man?"

"There is a voiceless eloquence in earth

Telling of him who gave her wonders birth."

"Keep in the rear, papa," said Arthur; "we must reconnoitre secretly,

before we venture into these mazes."

"Choose a narrow pass, Arthur," cried Gerald. "It will suit best for our

manoeuvres, if we come to a battle. Halloo! what wild beast can that

be I hear roaring. No Australian animal that we have met with yet has

such a sonorous voice."

"Oh, Jack!" cried Ruth, clinging to her brother, behind whom she was

mounted. "Jack, honey, stop a bit, hear ye; yon's a bear, and I'se

feared of my life; it's a bear like them 'at dances about at t' fairs!"

"A bear growls," said Hugh; "but that is decidedly a roar; it is more

like the voice of the royal lion, and we shall have some sport at last.

To arms! to arms!"

Jack and Ruth were some yards in advance of the rest, when suddenly from

a thicket just before them, a wild bull rushed furiously upon their

path, tossing his head, as if enraged that his solitude had been

invaded, or probably expecting to encounter the powerful opponent which

had banished him in disgrace from his own herd. He was a huge, dark-red

animal, with short sharp horns and broad forehead, and his fierce and

fiery eye, and loud threatening bellow, denoted him to be a dangerous

antagonist.

He stopped for a moment and eyed the horse, then tore round and round,

throwing up the earth with his horns, and uttering continually a deep

sullen roar. Jack was turning round to avoid the unpleasant meeting,

when suddenly the infuriated animal arrested his whirling course, and

before Jack could extricate himself from Ruth's arms, to use his spear,

the beast had rushed impetuously on the horse, and gored it frightfully.

The terrified horse immediately reared, and flung both his riders off.

Jack, though considerably bruised, sprang up, dragged the senseless Ruth

out of the path of the mad creature, and placed her under the bushes,

and then returned with his spear ready to defend himself; but he found

to his great grief his poor horse thrown down, trampled on, and gored by

the frenzied animal, which continued to repeat its merciless attacks,

regardless of the many wounds inflicted by Wilkins and Hugh, who had

galloped up in haste to aid Jack.

At length, tired with goring the horse, the bull turned on Jack, who

faced him with his uplifted spear; but before he could strike, Arthur

called out to them all to draw back, and, riding up himself, he shot the

beast through the head. It fell heavily, and Wilkins dismounted, drew

out his knife, and went up to finish the execution; but he was too

early, for the powerful animal rose again to his legs, caught the man on

his strong brow, and flung him over his head to a considerable distance.

A second shot, however, despatched the bull, and then all went up to

Wilkins, whom they found insensible; but, though much bruised and

stunned by the fall, he was providentially unwounded by the horns of the

formidable animal. The exertions of his distressed friends soon restored

the poor man to his senses, and he was able to take little Nakinna, to

look at the "big dingo," which astonished her so much, and even

Baldabella deigned to express some interest at the sight of an animal so

much larger than any she had ever beheld. Wilkins declared it was a

shame to leave so much good meat lying to waste on the high road; but

they were now in a land of plenty; besides, the dark coarse flesh of the

bull was not of a tempting quality, and it was agreed that it might as

well be abandoned.

But the question arose, "Where did this bull come from?" It was

certainly not an Australian animal; and should it have wandered from any

settlement, they might hope that they were not so very far from

civilization; and as they discussed the probability, and continued their

journey, they looked out carefully lest they should encounter any more

wild cattle.

A very narrow passage, between two high wood-covered rocky walls,

offered a convenient pass, and even suitable to the warlike plan of

O'Brien; and Arthur taking the lead, with Gerald behind him, they

ventured to leave the rest at the entrance of the pass, till they had

first ascertained the safety and direction of the road.

"Arthur," said Gerald, in a suppressed voice, "I am certain that I hear

a rustling in the bushes over our heads. Do stop a moment, and let me

send an arrow into the bush."

"Pray forbear, my boy," answered Arthur; "if it should be another wild

bull, your arrow would only irritate it; and if, as it is probable, the

bush-ranger should be some harmless pigeon or parrot, let it live, we

are well provided with food. Let us rather turn our thoughts to these

perplexing passages, which strike out on all sides of us, and which will

bewilder us till we shall never find our way back to our friends, if we

go much further. Now, which of these roads shall we take? After all,

Gerald, I think we had better turn back for the rest, and take our

chance altogether. Which of these puzzling alleys did we come through?"

"Not that dismal hole, Arthur," answered he, laughing. "We came along

here, I remember this beautiful overhanging acacia."

Just as he spoke, some stones fell from above on them; and Gerald,

seizing the pendent branch of the acacia, leaped from his horse, and

before Arthur could interfere was swinging and climbing up the rock.

"Gerald, you rash fellow," cried Arthur, "what has induced you to such a

wild frolic? what are you about to do? Do come down."

"Not before I make out the meaning of the acacia showering down stones

on my head, instead of fruit," answered Gerald; and then Arthur heard

him say in a tone of astonishment, "Halloo! my friend, what will you

please to be looking after?"

In utter amazement and alarm at hearing the boy address any being in

that strange solitude, Arthur tied the horses to the tree, and, armed

with his gun, climbed the rock so expeditiously, that he arrested

Gerald's spear, as he was about to strike a tall, rough-looking man,

with whom he was struggling, and who turned round as Arthur appeared,

saying, "How many more on ye may there be? We can match ye all, rogues

as ye are. Have ye fetched our beast back?"

"My good man," said Arthur, "it seems to me that we have been both

mistaken. You take us for bush-rangers, and we thought you belonged to

the same thievish community. Now, we are poor travellers, robbed by

those rangers, who have, with difficulty, made our escape from the

plunderers, destitute of all property."

"Ye'll surelie, not have a face to tell me that, young fellow," answered

the man, "when I seed ye mysel' atop of one of our horses."

"That certainly is a suspicious circumstance," answered Arthur,

laughing; "and I must tell the truth; we did borrow the horses from our

jailers, that we might have the means of making our escape."

"That's likely all flam," said the man. "Howsomever, ye mun come afore

our master, and make out yer story. I'se not soft enough to let ye off

this like."

"We shall be very glad indeed to see your master," replied Arthur;

"especially if he is of our country, and near at hand. Who is he? and

where is he?"

"He's a squatter," grumbled the man, "and he's down yonder, seeking out

a road to get through these in-and-out walls fit to puzzle a conjuror."

"If you will show us an easier mode of descent than that by which we

reached you," said Arthur, "we will not only willingly accompany you;

but we will take with us the whole of our party, and the stolen horses

into the bargain."

The man looked very suspiciously at the free and easy strangers, but,

anxious to recover his master's property, he led them by an easy descent

to the pass, and then suffered O'Brien to go and bring up the rest of

the party, retaining Arthur as a hostage. But the astonishment of the

stranger was very great, when he saw the long line of the travellers

filling up the narrow pass; and struck by the venerable appearance of

Mr. Mayburn, who rode first, his hard features relaxed, he touched his

cap with respect, and rode before the travellers, to be the first to

announce to his master this wonderful encounter.

Keeping their guide in sight, they followed him through many narrow and

intricate paths, gradually ascending, till they came on a wide and level

grass-covered spot, still surrounded by high mountainous walls. A number

of horses were feeding on the grass, and at the foot of a majestic and

almost perpendicular cliff, clothed with a thick forest, were reposing a

party of men, eating their repast, which was spread out upon the grass.

One of the party looked round, and, with a cry of joy, the wanderers

recognized their friend Edward Deverell.

"Arthur! Hugh!" he exclaimed, "my dear and reverend friend Mr. Mayburn!

Margaret too! What pleasure! and what miracle can have brought us

together once more in these strange and wild mountains?"

"Your man has brought us up before your worship on a charge of

stealing," said Arthur, laughing; "and he certainly did not exceed his

duty; he had good grounds for apprehending us, for it seems we are

actually travelling on your horses."

"I am glad they are in such good hands," answered Deverell; "but however

did my shepherd meet with you?"

"Why, sir," said the man, "ye see, I heared summut like a shot, and off

I set, for I was curious like to see what it might be; and I clomb and

crambled about, till all at once I hears talking, and I peers through t'

bushes, and there I sees one of these here young gents atop of our

Sallydun, and says I to myself, 'Them's rangers, they are;' and when

young master there clomb up, and defied me like, I thought it were

nat'ral that they were rangers, and I laid hands on 'em."

As soon as the man had finished his narrative, repeated and joyful

greetings passed between the friends, and Edward Deverell explained that

his appearance at such a distance from his home originated in his desire

to pursue and capture the audacious bush-rangers who had robbed him of

so much property.

"I have brought with me three of my own stock-keepers to identify the

cattle," he said; "the rest, as you may see from their complexion and

uniform, are of that useful body, the native police."

These dark-complexioned officials were of very striking appearance;

their dress was light and scanty, bristling with pistols and sabres;

their feet bare, and their hair long and flowing. Their keen, glittering

eyes ran over the strangers in a most professional manner, very

embarrassing to Wilkins and David, who both held down their heads before

the searching glances. David seemed afraid to appear before his injured

master, who looked much surprised to see him attached to Mr. Mayburn's

party; but discreetly deferred any investigation into the affair, till

he should be informed what strange chance had brought the voyagers to

India into the very heart of Australia.

"Don't you remember, Edward Deverell," said Hugh, "that Gerald and I

always wished to be here, instead of broiling among the Hindoos, and

being carried about in palanquins? And I believe Arthur and Margaret

longed for it in their hearts, only they conceived it was papa's duty to

fulfil his engagement. Yet, after all, it is not our own will, but a

happy ordination of Providence, that has at length united us; and now, I

suppose, we must follow your example and _squat_ in Australia."

"But consider the risk, my dear Hugh," said Mr. Mayburn. "Even our

experienced friend Deverell has not escaped being plundered by these

savages, who are too frequently in union with unscrupulous murderers. I

should live in continual dread in these wild regions."

"Why, papa," said Gerald, "there are robbers and murderers even in happy

and civilized Britain."

"Doubtless there are, Gerald," said Edward Deverell. "No civilization

can eradicate the black spot of our fallen nature; it is only the grace

and mercy of God that can keep the evil spirit in subjection. But have

no fears, my dear Mr. Mayburn; we must not alarm Margaret when we hope

to persuade her to visit our lonely retreat. We have an excellent police

staff; and when our servants are properly drilled, and our fences made

secure, we shall be as safe as we should be in Europe. Now give the

horses to the servants; sit down and eat; and then let me hear your

strange adventures."

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