It is difficult to say whether Kate Ellison, or Reuben Whitney was
the most surprised at this unexpected meeting. The former, indeed,
was aware that Reuben had come out to Australia; but that the boy,
whose cause she had championed, should now stand before her as the
officer, to whose energy and activity she and her sister owed so
much, seemed almost incredible.
But the surprise of Reuben was at least equal to that which she
felt. He could scarcely credit the evidence of his senses, at
seeing before him the young lady whom he had believed to be
thousands of miles away, in England. As is usual in these cases,
the girl was the first to recover from her surprise.
"And it is to you we owe so much!" she said, holding out her hand.
"Mr. Barker spoke of our preserver as Captain Whitney; but somehow
it never, for a moment, occurred to me to connect the name with
you.
"Is it not extraordinary, Alice?" she said, turning to her sister.
"The surprise to me is even greater than to you, Miss Ellison,"
Reuben said. "Mr. Barker always spoke of Mrs. Donald and her
sister, and I had not the least idea that you were in the colony.
My mother wrote to me, a year ago, telling me of the changes which
have taken place; but although she said that you had left Tipping,
she said nothing about your coming out here."
Reuben had, in fact, been much disturbed in his mind, a year
previously, by hearing from his mother that Mr. Ellison had died
suddenly. He had, it seemed, lost a large sum of money, from the
failure of a bank in which he was a shareholder, and the blow had
killed him. The estate was, when Mrs. Whitney wrote, for sale.
Reuben had written back, begging his mother to send him all
particulars that she could gather; but communication between
Australia and England was in those days very slow, and no answer
had yet been received. Another letter had, indeed, told him that
the estate had been sold. Mrs. Ellison, he knew, had died a few
weeks after he had left England.
"It is very simple," Kate Ellison said quietly; "although of course
it seems so strange to you, our being here. My sister was engaged
to Mr. Donald before papa's death and, as you know, almost
everything went owing to that bank; and as I had no reason for
staying in England, I came out here with them."
Reuben subsequently learned that Mr. Ellison had disapproved of the
engagement of his daughter with Mr. Donald, who was the younger son
of a neighbouring squire. When, after his death, Mr. Ellison's
affairs were wound up, it was found that there remained only the
six thousand pounds, which his wife had brought him, to be divided
between her daughters. Mr. Donald possessed no capital, and had no
prospects at home. He and Alice were quietly married, three months
after her father's death, and had sailed a week later for New South
Wales; where, as land could be taken up at a nominal price, it was
thought that her little fortune would be ample to start them
comfortably. All this, however, Reuben did not learn until some
time later.
After chatting for a short time, he returned to the camp fire.
"This is very awkward, Mr. Barker," Mrs. Donald said; "do you know
that Captain Whitney was, at one time, gardener's boy to our
father?"
"Oh, Alice!" her sister exclaimed, "what difference can that make?"
"It seems to me," Mrs. Donald said, "that it makes a very great
difference. You know mamma never thought well of him, and it is
very awkward, now, finding him here in such a position; especially
as he has laid us under an obligation to him.
"Do you not think so, Mr. Barker?"
"I do not pretend to know anything about such matters, Mrs.
Donald," Mr. Barker said bluntly; "and I shouldn't have thought it
could have made any difference to you, what the man was who had
saved you from such a fate as would have befallen you, had it not
been for his energy. I can only say that Captain Whitney is a
gentleman with whom anyone here, or in the old country, would be
glad to associate. I may say that when he came here, three or four
months ago, my friend Mr. Hudson--one of the leading men in the
colony--wrote to me, saying that Captain Whitney was one of his
most intimate friends, that he was in every respect a good fellow,
and that he himself was under a lifelong obligation to him; for he
had, at the risk of his life, when on the way out, saved that of
his daughter when she was attacked by a mad Malay at the Cape.
"More than that, I did not inquire. It was nothing to me whether he
was born a prince, or a peasant."
Mrs. Donald coloured hotly, at the implied reproof of Mr. Barker's
words. She had always shared her mother's prejudices against Reuben
Whitney, and she had not been long enough, in the colony, to become
accustomed to the changes of position which are there so frequent.
"You do not understand, Mr. Barker," she said pettishly. "It was
not only that he was a boy employed in the family. There were other
circumstances--"
"Oh, Alice!" Kate broke out, "how can you speak of such things?
Here are we at present, owing more than our lives to this man, and
you are going now to damage him by raking up that miserable old
story.
"Mr. Barker," she said impulsively, "my father, one of the most
just, as well as one of the most kind of men, had the highest
opinion of Reuben Whitney; believe me, there was nothing in the
circumstances to which Alice alludes which could cast the slightest
slur upon his character."
"I feel certain of that, my dear young lady," Mr. Barker said,
"even without your assurance. Your sister is shaken by the events
of the day, and no wonder; and I am quite sure that when she thinks
this matter over she will see that, whatever her preconceived ideas
may be, it would be most ungrateful and ungenerous to breathe a
single word in disparagement of Captain Whitney."
So saying, he turned on his heel and left the room; and Kate,
wishing to avoid further words on the matter with her sister,
followed his example.
Mrs. Donald's reflections were not pleasant. She felt that Mr.
Barker's reproof was well deserved, and that she had acted
ungratefully and ungenerously. As a rule, Mr. Ellison's elder
daughter was by no means of an unkind disposition; but she was
essentially her mother's child.
The question of Reuben Whitney had been one which had caused more
serious dissension, between her father and mother, than any she
ever remembered. She had taken her mother's view of the case, while
Kate had agreed with her father; and although the subject had been
dropped, by mutual consent, it had been a very sore one; and at the
sight of Reuben, the remembrance of the old unpleasantness had
caused her to play a part which she could not but feel was mean and
unworthy. She felt angry at herself--angry with Mr. Barker, with
her sister, and with Reuben.
She was standing there, with her lips pressed together as she
thought over the matter, when Mrs. Barker came into the room.
"He is awake now, my dear. Perhaps you had better go in to him."
Then she dismissed from her mind the events of the last few
minutes, and went in to take her place by the side of her husband.
But as, during the long hours of the night, she sat there and
thought over what had passed since the preceding evening, the
thought of how much she owed to Reuben Whitney was uppermost in her
mind; and when in the morning Mrs. Barker relieved her, she went
into the other room, where Mr. Barker and Kate were about to sit
down to breakfast, and said:
"Mr. Barker, I thank you for what you said to me last night. You
were right and I was wrong. I was ungrateful, and ungenerous. I can
only say that it was a very sore subject, and that in my surprise I
thought of the past, and not the present. Believe me, I am very
sorry for what I said."
"That is quite enough, Mrs. Donald," Mr. Barker said heartily. "I
am very glad you have said what you have. I was sure that you
would, upon reflection, feel that whatever the old grievance might
have been, it could not weigh an instant against what you owe to
that young fellow now. Let us say no more on the subject. You were
shaken and not yourself, and I was wrong in taking you up so
sharply, under the circumstances."
Kate said nothing, but her face showed that she was greatly pleased
at her sister's change of tone.
"What is going to be done, Mr. Barker?" Mrs. Donald asked. "Of
course, the friends who came to our rescue cannot stay here; and
there is no chance of my husband being moved, for a long time."
"I am afraid not, indeed," Mr. Barker said. "Most of them will
leave this afternoon, in time to get back to their stations
tonight.
"I have been speaking with Captain Whitney, and he says that he
with his men will certainly stay here, for the present. He sent
off a messenger, last night, for six more of his men to join him
here; for he still hopes to get news from his native boy, which may
set him on the tracks of the bush rangers. You need, however, be
under no alarm; for I think there is no chance, whatever, of the
bush rangers returning.
"By the way, Whitney would like to speak to you, after breakfast.
He wants you to give him as minute a description as you can of the
fellows you saw. We have already descriptions of four or five of
them, given by men whom they have stuck up; but the band must have
increased lately, and any particulars might be useful."
Reuben came round in a quarter of an hour later. Mr. Barker fetched
him into the room where Mrs. Barker and Kate were sitting.
"Mr. Donald is no worse, I am glad to hear," he said, as he shook
hands with the two ladies.
"I see no change whatever," Mrs. Barker said. "He is conscious, but
does not speak much. He asked me, this morning, to tell you and all
your friends how deeply he feels indebted to you."
"His thanks are due to the settlers, rather than to me, Mrs.
Barker. They were volunteers, you know, while I was simply on duty.
We had, however, one common interest--to get here in time to save
the station and, above all, to catch and break up this gang of
scoundrels.
"And now, Miss Ellison, if you feel equal to it, would you kindly
give us an account of what happened? Mr. Barker said that he would
not ask you, yesterday; but something, perhaps, let drop by chance,
might serve as an indication to us as to the direction in which
these fellows have gone."
"I will tell you, certainly," the girl said, her face paling a
little; "although it is dreadful, even now, to think of. We of
course had no idea of attack, and had gone to bed as usual. One of
the men was always on guard, on the outside of the house; for these
attacks made Mr. Donald nervous for the safety of my sister, and
myself. Simpson was on guard that night. Whether he went to sleep
or not, I cannot say."
"He did, Miss Ellison," Reuben interrupted. "We found his body
round by the end of the house. He had evidently been sitting down
on a log, against the house; and had been killed by a crushing blow
with some heavy instrument, probably one of the tools they used for
breaking in."
"The first we knew about it," Kate went on, "was a tremendous crash
downstairs, which was followed by a continuous thundering noise. I
think they must have burst the door in with crowbars, or
something--that was the first noise we heard--but a strong wooden
bar, inside, kept the door in its place till they battered it down
with a log.
"I hurried on some things. Just as I had done--it was not a minute,
I think, from the time I woke--Alice ran in, partly dressed, too. I
had heard Mr. Donald shout to the men, then there was another great
crash as the bar gave way, and then some shots were fired.
"Mr. Donald had been standing just behind the door, and had fired
through it the moment before it gave way. He had not time to step
back, and was knocked down by the door. It was fortunate for him,
for the bush rangers rushed in and shot down the two men,
instantly.
"Alice would have run down to see what had happened to her husband,
but I would not let her out of my room. She could have done no
good, and might have been shot. Then we heard them moving about the
house, swearing and using all sorts of horrible language. Then they
shouted up to us to come down, or else they would come and fetch
us; so we opened the door, and came down at once.
"Alice gave a little cry of joy, as she entered the room and saw
her husband standing unhurt, though still looking dazed and
confused from his blow.
"The leader of the band--I suppose you have not seen him, Captain
Whitney?"
"No, indeed," Reuben said. "I would give a good deal to catch sight
of him."
"What do you know about him?"
"I only know that he is a young fellow, not much older than I am
myself. His was a life sentence. He was concerned in a burglary in
the country, in which two old ladies were killed. Two of his
accomplices were hung for it, but in consideration of his youth,
and as it was not proved that he took an absolute part in the
murder, he got off with a life sentence. I heard about the case
from Captain Wilson.
"He came out here about a year after I did. He had not been here a
month when he killed one of the guard, and made his escape. Since
that time he has been a scourge to the colony. Not a week has
passed without complaints of his bailing up and robbing teamsters
on their way down to Sydney. He soon gathered two or three others
about him, and his daring and impudence soon made him a noted
character. Several times he, with two other men, rode into
good-sized villages and, pistol in hand, went from house to house,
and carried off every shilling in the place. He has ridden into
large stores single handed, and compelled the storekeepers to hand
over the contents of their tills. Sometimes they bring spare horses
with them, and ride off laden with groceries and stores. He has
committed at least a score of murders, always using his pistol at
the slightest show of opposition; and sometimes murdering,
apparently, from pure love of the thing."
"Do you know his name?" Kate asked.
"His real name? No, I don't know that I ever heard it. He is always
spoken of as Fothergill."
"I will tell you his real name, presently," Kate said. "As my
sister and I came into the kitchen, he took off his hat and made a
deep bow and said:
"'Ladies, me and my mates are sorry to put you to any
inconvenience; but as we happen to be hungry, we must trouble you
to get us some supper. You need not bother to make tea, wine is
good enough for us.'
"Of course, as we were in their hands there was nothing to do but
to obey his orders; so we spread the cloth, and brought out what
there was in the larder. Then we fetched in the wine, and I brought
several bottles of spirits; for, as I whispered to Alice, 'If they
get drunk, we may be able to get away from them.'
"Before they sat down, the captain told two of his men to go
upstairs with us and fetch down our watches and jewelry, and the
money there was in the house. Mr. Donald had already told them
where they would find that.
"We lit four candles, and put them on the table. The captain
ordered Mr. Donald to sit down facing him, saying with a sort of
mock politeness that they should not really enjoy their food,
unless their host took the head of the table. Several times, while
they were eating, I saw the captain looking hard at Alice and me.
Presently he said:
"'I have it now. Why, you are the Ellison girls, ain't you?'
"I was astonished, as you may suppose, but I said:
"'I am Miss Ellison, and Mrs. Donald is my sister.'
"'By Jove, who would have thought it!' he said. 'Do you know who I
am?'
"I said I didn't, although really I seemed to have some sort of
recollection of his face.
"'Why,' he said, 'don't you remember Tom Thorne, whose father the
squire turned out of the public house? And to think, now, that the
squire's daughters are waiting on me. This is a piece of luck.
"'Well, my dears,' he went on, with a horrible grin, 'you need not
tell me how you came here now, you will have plenty of time for
that. We have made up our minds to take you both with us, for it's
a horrible lonely life in the bush, without the pleasure of ladies'
society. But I never dreamt that I was in for such a slice of luck
as this.'
"Mr. Donald jumped from his seat as the fellow spoke, but in a
moment he levelled a pistol at him and shouted:
"'Sit down or I fire.'
"Alice rushed to her husband, and pushed him down into his seat.
"'I had rather die than go with you,' I said to him quietly.
"'Perhaps so, my dear,' he replied; 'but you see, you haven't got
the choice.'
"Then he went on taunting us about old times, and especially
reminding me that I had got him a thrashing, over breaking the
school house window. When I went out to get them some more wine,
for they wouldn't touch the spirits, I got a knife and hid it in my
dress; for I made up my mind to kill myself, rather than that.
"A little later I stole upstairs and brought down a brace of
pistols, which Mr. Donald kept under his pillow, and slipped one
into Alice's hand. Presently they began to get noisy, and the
captain ordered me to come and sit on his knee. Then Alice and I
showed the pistols, and said we would shoot ourselves, if one of
them laid a finger on us.
"The captain muttered some order to his men, which I didn't hear;
but I guessed it was to leave us alone, for the present. I had no
doubt what they intended to do was to catch us off our guard, and
wrench the pistols from us; and I was glad I had the knife hidden
away, for if they did carry us off, I was sure to be able to find
some opportunity for using that.
"It was awful!" the girl said, putting her hand to her face. "Awful
to be standing there and hearing them laughing and shouting and
cursing. I was tempted to go behind him, and shoot him suddenly;
but the others would have been just as bad, and we should have
gained nothing by it. I would not go through that half hour again,
for all the money in the world.
"The men had just finished and were getting up from the table, and
I knew the moment was coming fast, when we heard a sudden shout
outside. My heart gave a bound, as they rushed to the door. The
captain fired a shot at Mr. Donald, just as he was getting up; and
as he ran out, shouted to me:
"'I will come back for you, missy.'
"If it had not been for Mr. Donald falling to the ground, I should
have fainted; but Alice called me as she ran to him, and I think I
was trying to lift him up when the constable ran in, and I knew we
were saved."
Reuben had given a sudden start, when Kate Ellison mentioned the
name of Tom Thorne, but he had not interrupted her.
"I had a score against that scoundrel before," he said, as she
finished; "and by heavens, I will settle accounts with him when I
meet him. I could have forgiven him for the wrongs he did me; but
now--" and his fingers closed on the hilt of the pistol in his
belt.
Kate, who had been looking down as she told her story, raised her
eyes at the tone of intense passion in the young officer's words;
and a sudden flush of colour mounted into her cheeks, which were
pale from the terror and excitement through which she had gone.
"I say ditto to Captain Whitney," Mr. Barker said. "I don't know
anything about his previous doings against him; but I know that, if
ever I come across the scoundrel, I will shoot him as a dog.
"Even you can't say anything against that, wife, though you are
always on the side of mercy."
"No," Mrs. Barker agreed. "I would say nothing to stay your hand
there, John. Even putting this aside, he has committed a score of
murders; and there will be no more wrong, in shooting him, than
there would be in killing a wild beast.
"That is the sound of a horse coming, at a gallop. Perhaps it is
the doctor."
Hurrying to the door they found, to their great satisfaction, that
Mrs. Barker's guess was verified. The surgeon had been at home when
the messenger arrived, and had started five minutes later, arriving
three or four hours earlier than they had even ventured to hope.
Mrs. Barker at once led the way into the next room and, a few
minutes later, came out again for hot water and sponges. Kate had
stolen away upstairs, when the surgeon had entered the house. The
two men remained to hear the verdict.
"He is going to probe the wound. He can give no opinion, yet, till
he discovers what course it has taken; but he says that it is a
favourable symptom that the pulse is so strong and regular. He
wishes you both to come in, as it will be necessary to hold his
patient's hands, while he is making the examination."
"I cannot give any positive opinion," the surgeon said, when he had
finished the examination. "I can't find the ball, and I cannot tell
for certain what course it took, after entering; but I think,
judging from the pulse, and I may say from the expression of his
face, that no vital part is injured."
An exclamation of thankfulness broke from Mrs. Donald.
"We must not be too sanguine," Mr. Ruskin went on; "but there is
certainly strong ground for hope. I shall be able to give a more
definite opinion, in the course of a few hours. He must, of course,
be kept perfectly quiet; with no more nourishment than is
absolutely necessary, and that in the shape of beef tea. I should
make him a bed here. We will manage to slide a door under him, and
lift him on to it, with as little movement as possible.
"At any rate, madam," he said, turning to Mrs. Donald, "I can
congratulate you upon the fact that the bullet did not strike a
couple of inches higher. Had it done so, my ride would have been a
useless one."
A bed was at once brought from a room above and made up, and Mr.
Donald was placed upon it, in the manner which Mr. Ruskin had
suggested. Then with lightened hearts the party, with the exception
of his wife, left the room.
Kate and Mrs. Barker at once set to to prepare a meal for the
surgeon; while Reuben went over to give his companions the good
news, that the surgeon had strong hopes that Mr. Donald would
recover.
In the afternoon all the party, with the exception of Mr. and Mrs.
Barker and the constables, rode off to their respective stations;
assuring Reuben of their readiness to assemble again, at once,
should he obtain news which would afford a hope that the gang could
be traced.
A few hours later, the other four constables for whom Reuben had
sent rode up. An outhouse was now prepared for the reception of the
police, Reuben himself taking up his abode there, although Mrs.
Donald strongly urged him to come into the house; but with Mr. and
Mrs. Barker and the surgeon there, and the time of one of the
ladies taken up with the wounded man, Reuben thought that their
hands were perfectly full, and said that he should prefer to mess
and sleep with his men.
"You see, Mrs. Donald," he said, as she tried to induce him to
alter his determination, "I shall have to be sending out men and
receiving reports, and may be obliged to ride out in the middle of
the night; therefore, you see, as absolute quiet is ordered for
your husband, it will be far better for me to be outside the house;
as the coming and going would be sure to disturb him, and he would
naturally want to know what is going on."
"You will not, I hope, take all your party away in pursuit of these
men, Captain Whitney," she said anxiously. "They might get up some
false alarm, to take you away, and then come down upon the house
again. I have been too much taken up with my husband to think much
about it; but although Kate keeps up bravely, I know that she is
greatly shaken, and terribly anxious. I don't know whether she told
you; but it was to her, chiefly, that horrible man spoke; and it
was she he told, as he rushed out, that he would come back to fetch
her. She will never have a moment's peace, or tranquillity, till we
hear that he is either killed or taken."
"Nor shall I," Reuben said. "I do not think that the scoundrel will
dare to attempt to carry out his threat to come back again; but
with so daring a villain, it would be rash to omit the smallest
precaution. You may be quite sure, Mrs. Donald, that in no case
will I leave the house unprotected; and that if I should be called
away I will leave two men here who, during my absence, will remain
in the house; and with them, Mr. Barker, and the doctor, you may
feel perfectly assured that no open attack will be made.
"But I cannot impress too strongly upon you that, seeing the man
with whom we have to deal, your sister should not stir outside the
house; until we have caught him, or until Mr. Donald is so far
recovered as to be able to be removed. I will not tell her so
myself; because I see that, now the strain is over, she is greatly
shaken, and I would not add to her anxiety; but if you could break
it to her, as if it were your own idea, that she had better keep
within doors until this fellow's caught, I am sure that it will be
well."
"You will come in this evening, I hope; and always of an evening,
Captain Whitney. It will make a change, and cheer us up; besides,
we want to hear all about your adventures, since we saw you last."
This Reuben gladly promised and, after it was dark, and he had
placed a sentry, he came into the house. Mrs. Barker was on duty in
the sick room; and Reuben, at Mrs. Donald's request, gave them an
account of the voyage out, and of the circumstances which had led
to his entering the police.
He would have passed very briefly over the affair at the Cape, but
by many questions Mrs. Donald succeeded in eliciting from him all
the details of the story.
"It was a gallant action, indeed," she said warmly. "You certainly
saved the lives of those two girls, at a terrible risk of your
own."
"To make the romance complete, Whitney," Mr. Barker remarked, "you
ought to have married Miss Hudson."
"Unfortunately, you see," Reuben said with a smile, "in the first
place I was only a boy, and she was two years my senior; in the
next, and much more important place, she happened to be in love
with someone else; and I did not happen to be in love with her,
though she was, I admit, a very charming young lady, and had been
extremely kind to me."
"How was that, Whitney?" Mr. Barker asked. "Eighteen is a
susceptible age. I can only account for your coldness on the
supposition that you had left your heart in England."
"I fancy my heart was, then, where it is now," Reuben rejoined,
with a slight smile.
"In the right place, eh, Whitney?"
"In the right place," Reuben repeated quietly.
At this moment Mrs. Barker entered, and said that Mr. Donald would
be glad if Reuben would come and sit with him, for a little time.
"Don't let him talk much," Mr. Ruskin said. "The less he talks, the
better; but your talking to him, for a time, will cheer him up and
do him good."
"I am glad to see you going on so well, Mr. Donald," Reuben said
heartily, as he entered. "The doctor says you are not to talk much;
but you are to play the part of a listener."
"Do you think you will catch these fellows?" was Mr. Donald's first
question.
"I will catch them, sooner or later," Reuben said. "I will run them
down if they are above ground; but I can take no steps in the
matter until I hear from my black boy. I have been expecting him to
turn up, ever since I got here; and shall begin to be afraid that
those scoundrels have ill treated him, if he does not turn up
before long."
"My wife has been telling me that they knew you at home, Whitney;
and that she and her people did you some terrible injustice,
somehow. But she wouldn't go into the matter. Curious, isn't it,
your meeting at this end of the world; and that, too, at such a
moment?"
"It is curious," Reuben said; "what people call a coincidence. But
Mrs. Donald is mistaken in telling you that her people did me an
injustice. Her father was one of the kindest friends I ever had,
and although Mrs. Ellison somewhat misjudged me, and her daughter
naturally shared her feeling, they were not in anyway to be blamed
for that; for they only thought as ninety-nine people out of a
hundred did."
"Whitney, Whitney," Mr. Donald muttered to himself. "I seemed to
know the name, though I cannot recall where.
"Ah!" he said suddenly, "of course I remember now, for I was in the
court when--" and he stopped.
"When I was tried," Reuben put in quietly. "Yes, that was me. I was
acquitted, as you know, principally from the way in which Mr.
Ellison stood up for me. Thank God that he never, for an instant,
believed that I was guilty."
"And to think it should be you!" Mr. Donald said. "How strange
things turn out! I remember I could not make up my mind about it.
It seemed so strange, either way."
"We had better not talk about it now," Reuben said quietly. "I said
then, and I say now, that I knew the people who did it and, strange
as the circumstances have already been, you may think them stranger
still, some day, if I bring one of them before you, alive or dead."
At this moment there was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Donald came
in and said that one of the constabulary wished to speak to Reuben.
"Then I will say goodnight. I hope I shall find you getting on
nicely, in the morning, Mr. Donald.
"Will you say goodnight to Miss Ellison and Mrs. Barker for me,
Mrs. Donald? And tell Mr. Barker that I shall be ready, in five
minutes, to smoke that pipe we talked about with him, outside."