Chapter 17: In Pursuit.

The last thing before the party started, Reuben went into the

house. Mr. Barker was going to remain behind. He was past middle

life, and the expedition was likely to be a very toilsome one; and

Reuben was glad when he said that he thought six days' severe

riding would be rather too much for him, and that he should

constitute himself the guardian of the ladies.

"My wife has arranged to stay here, while you are away; so I shall

ride over to my place and see that all is going on straight, every

day, and sleep here at night."

"Well, ladies," Reuben said, as he entered the room, "we are just

off. So I will say goodbye to you; and I hope that, on my return, I

shall find Mr. Donald much better. I am sure that Mr. Ruskin would

not have left, this morning, unless he felt that he had quite

turned the corner. Pray take care of yourselves, while we are away.

You know I don't want to alarm you, but pray be careful. I shall

not feel comfortable, as to your safety, till I have that villain

safely in my hands."

"Goodbye, Captain Whitney. You know you have all our best wishes,"

Mrs. Barker said. "We will take care of ourselves, till we hear

that you have destroyed the band; and above all, its leader."

"The news that you have done so," Mrs. Donald said, "will do more,

I think, for my husband, than anything in the way of doctoring. But

take care of yourself, Captain Whitney. I know from what Mr. Barker

said that, although you make light of your expedition, it is a

dangerous one. He said the police had never ventured so far in the

bush, and you may expect sharp fighting with the blacks."

"We may have a brush with them," Reuben said lightly; "but do not

be anxious about us. We are a very strong party, and you need have

no fear of the result.

"Goodbye, Miss Ellison; pray be careful till I return."

The last words were said in an undertone, as he held her hand.

"Goodbye, Captain Whitney," she said. "God bless you all, and bring

you safely back."

Two minutes later, the party rode off. Jim was, like the rest,

mounted, as they would travel fast. Four led horses carried

provisions; for they would not, as before, find food by the way. It

was two o'clock in the day when they started, and they rode thirty

miles before they halted, for the night, at a water hole. They had

seen no signs of natives during the day, but Reuben at once posted

four men as sentries.

It was a merry party round the fire, for all were in high spirits

at the prospect of an expedition to a point far beyond that to

which any white men, with the exception of fugitives from justice,

had penetrated; and they were delighted with the thought of putting

a stop, at last, to the operations of the band who had so long been

a scourge to the settlement.

Mr. Blount, Dick Caister, and several others who had formed part of

the last expedition were of the party; and the confidence which

these felt in their young leader, and in the sagacity of his native

follower, communicated itself to those who had not formed part of

the previous expedition.

"Must start early," Jim said to Reuben, the last thing. "Long way

to water. Ride all day, not get dere before dark."

They rode rapidly for some time, after starting, so as to allow the

horses to take it easily, during the heat of the day, when there

was a halt of three hours; but in the afternoon they quickened

their pace again, and men and horses were jaded and done up when,

just as the sun was setting, they arrived at their destination.

"How that black fellow of yours finds his way through this bush is

a perfect marvel to me," Dick Caister said. "The country has become

more undulating, this afternoon; but the first thirty miles were

almost perfectly level, and I could see nothing, whatever, that

could serve as an index, except of course the sun. Still, that is

only a guide as to the general direction. It must have been nine or

ten years since that fellow was here, and yet he led us as straight

as if he was making for a church steeple."

"It seems to be a sort of instinct," Reuben said, "although

possibly, for the last part of the distance, he may have seen signs

of the passage of the natives. As far as I can understand, he tells

me at this time of year there is no other water hole, within a long

distance; so that naturally there will be many natives making for

it. I am glad there are not any of them here, now.

"Why isn't that horse hobbled like the rest?" Reuben asked

suddenly. "Whose is it?"

"That is the one your black fellow rode, sir," Sergeant O'Connor

said.

"Jim, where are you?" Reuben called, but no reply came.

"What has become of him, I wonder?" Reuben said. "Has anyone seen

him, since we rode up?"

"He jumped off, the instant we came here," one of the policemen

replied; "and said to me, 'Look after captain horse,' and I haven't

seen anything of him since."

"There has been somebody here, sir," another policeman said, coming

up. "Here's the remains of a fire, behind this bush."

"Yes," Mr. Blount said, examining them, and pulling out a brand

that was still glowing. "Do you see, a lot of sand has been thrown

over it. Whoever was here must have seen us coming, and tried to

extinguish the fire when they caught sight of us."

"That is most unfortunate," Reuben said. "The fellows must have

made off, to carry the news of our coming to their friends.

However, it's too late to do anything now. It's already getting

dark, and they must have got a quarter of an hour's start. We have

taken quite enough out of the horses, and can do no more with them,

if they have to travel tomorrow; but I would give a year's pay if

this hadn't happened.

"Well, there's nothing to do for it but to light our fires, and

camp."

The knowledge that they had been seen, and that the news would be

carried to those of whom they were in search, acted as a great

damper on the spirits of the party; and the camp was much more

quiet and subdued than it had been, on the previous evening.

"All is not quite lost," Reuben said when, two hours later, he

found that Jim was still absent from the camp. "I can only account

for his stealing away from us, in that manner, by supposing that he

must either have caught sight of the natives, or come upon their

trail; and at once set off in pursuit. I don't see what it could

be, otherwise."

"But if he saw them, why didn't he tell you, Whitney?" Mr. Blount

said. "Tired as our horses were, they could have got up a gallop

for a bit."

"Yes, but for a very short distance," Dick Caister put in; "and as

it was getting dusk, if the blacks had had anything like a start,

we could not have overtaken them before it had got quite dark.

Those blacks can run like the wind. It takes a well-mounted man to

overtake them."

An hour after the party had lain down, one of the sentries

challenged; and the answer which came back, "All right, me Jim," at

once brought everyone to their feet.

"Well, Jim, what is it? Where have you been?" Reuben asked.

"Jim hungry."

"That you may be quite sure," Dick Caister said, with a laugh. "Was

there ever a native who wasn't hungry; unless he had stuffed

himself, half an hour before?"

"Yes, I kept some supper for you, Jim," Reuben said; "but before

you begin to eat, just tell me if everything is all right."

"Everyting all right," Jim said, squatting himself beside the still

glowing fire, and beginning to eat.

Reuben knew, by experience, that it was of no use questioning him

until he had finished; and he therefore waited patiently, although

one or two of the settlers grumbled at being kept waiting for the

news. When Jim had finished his meal, he looked round. Reuben knew

what he was expecting, and handed him a hornful of rum and water.

The black took a draught; and then, without any further delay,

began to tell his story.

He had, while still some distance from the halting place, seen a

light smoke coming up, and was sure that a party was already there.

"But why did you not tell us, Jim?" Reuben interrupted. "We might

have galloped on, and caught them."

"No, sah, no catch dem; horses too tired, black fellow run away,

when see white men coming. Dat no do at all. Only one way to do.

Let 'em tink dat no one saw dem, else dey run and run, all de way

to Bobitu.

"When get near camp, Jim see dat smoke not come up, know de black

fellow see white man and put out um fire. When Jim come here he

jump off hoss, find fire, and follow de track. Dey four men; one go

one way, one go anoder, two men go straight on. Dey go on to tell

Bobitu, de oders go to black fellows in de bush. Jim not care for

dem, follow de two."

"But how could you follow them, in the dark?"

"Jim were sure de way dey go, dat enough for Jim. He suppose dat

dey 'top after a bit; and when dey see de white men all 'top quiet

at de water hole, and light fire, dey tink it all right. No make

hurry, perhaps 'top and light a fire demselves.

"So Jim go on quiet for two, tree hour; den at last he see fire,

sure 'nough. He crawl up quiet and see two black fellow dar, and

hear what 'em say. Dey tired, make long walk today to water hole;

say no hurry, white men all go sleep round fire, not go on till sun

get up, so dey stop for two, tree hour to rest demselves.

"Jim get quite close and jump up, den cut off one black fellow head

with sword, run sword through de body of other, finish 'em both,

and den come back to camp."

"Well done, indeed, Jim!" Reuben exclaimed, and a chorus of

satisfaction rose from all the party at hearing that the men--who,

had they reached the bush rangers, would have given the alarm, and

so enabled them to make their escape before the expedition

arrived--had been killed. The news, however, that two of the party

had escaped, and might bring the blacks down upon them before

morning, necessitated an increase of precautions.

Reuben at once divided the force into four parties, each consisting

of five constables and seven settlers. One party were at once

placed on watch, and were to be relieved in two hours' time.

"I not tink dey come before morning, sah," Jim said. "No water hole

near here. Tomorrow plenty black fellow come."

"All right, Jim. We don't care for them, in the daylight; and now

that I know the bush rangers won't be alarmed, I don't mind."

Jim's prediction proved correct. The night passed off quietly, and

the party again started at daylight. The country became more and

more broken, as they proceeded. The undulations became hills. Some

of these were so steep that all had to dismount, and lead their

horses up.

"Is Bobitu's camp among these hills, Jim?"

"Ober toder side, sah. Him place in valley, toder side; bush,

plenty game for black fellow."

"How far is it to this valley, Jim?"

Jim's ideas of figures were but vague, and he could only say that

they would get there somewhere about sunset.

"That would be a bad time to get there, Jim. We must halt, a mile

or two this side of them; and you must lead half the party round,

so as to cut off their retreat, even if we don't attack them till

the morning. On their fresh horses, those fellows will gallop right

away from us, if they once get a start.

"There is no fear, I hope, of any of the other blacks getting there

before us, and giving the alarm?"

Jim shook his head.

"No. We come straight from water hole. Black fellow go round long

way. No fear dey get dere. Dey fight when we go back."

"That's all right. Bobitu's fellows, and the bush rangers, will be

quite enough to tackle at once. As for the others, we will make

short work of them, if they venture to attack us on the march back.

They fight pluckily enough against men on foot, because they know

they can make off when they like; but they can't stand a charge of

horsemen."

Although not so long as the journey on the preceding day, the men

were heartily glad when, at about four o'clock in the afternoon,

the halt was called, and they heard that the place where the bush

rangers were supposed to be was but four miles away. After some

consultation, it was decided that Jim should lead half the

band--consisting of ten constables under O'Connor, and fifteen

colonists--round through the hills, to a position near the mouth of

the valley in which the blacks and bush rangers were likely to be;

and that, when he had posted them there, he should come back again

to their present halting place, and lead forward the party under

Reuben.

"Mind," Reuben said, before the others started, "we don't want to

attack the blacks, unless they show fight. Our object is the bush

rangers. Jim says that, by what he heard, they have got some sort

of houses they have built there. Let us make straight for them. If

the blacks attack, drive them off; but we can settle with them,

afterwards. The great point is to capture or kill the bush

rangers."

All agreed to this, for although the blacks gave great trouble, by

driving off the sheep and cattle, and sometimes killing the

shepherds, there was not the same feeling of hatred entertained for

them as for the bush rangers. It was felt to be natural that the

natives should resent the occupation of their hunting grounds; and

although they were shot down without mercy in fair fight, or if

overtaken while carrying off cattle, there was no active feeling of

animosity against them; and they were generally kindly treated,

when they called unarmed at the stations, and asked for food.

Against the bush rangers, on the other hand, a deadly hatred was

felt by the colonists; and the fact that these were constantly

aided, by the ticket-of-leave labourers, increased the hostility

with which they were regarded.

Jim left his horse behind him, when he started with his party;

saying that coming back at night, in the dark, he would rather be

without it. After their comrades had set out, those who remained

behind posted two men as sentries; and then, as soon as they had

cooked and eaten a meal, laid themselves down to sleep, until the

time should come for their advance.

It was just midnight when Jim returned. He reported that he had

seen no blacks by the way, and that he believed he had posted his

party without their being observed. He himself, instead of

returning by the same route that he had taken them, had come

straight up the valley.

There were, he said, two huts which had been built by the bush

rangers; and these were now occupied by them. There were great

fires blazing, and he thought that the natives had probably only

arrived there that evening. He had got near enough to find that

they were in a high state of delight, at the presents which their

white friends had brought them.

"Did you catch sight of any of the bush rangers, Jim?" Reuben

asked.

"Two ob dem came out and spoke to black fellows at fire, but too

far off to see which dey were."

An hour before daybreak the party moved forward, and halted within

half a mile of the bush rangers' camp. There they stopped, till

they could see the sunlight touch the top of the hill at the

right-hand side of the valley. This was the signal agreed upon and,

mounting, they rode forward at full speed.

Just as they got within sight of the huts, they heard a wild

shouting, followed instantly by the crack of rifles. Another

minute, and they had reached the scene and joined the other party,

who had made straight to the huts. The blacks, awakened suddenly as

they were sleeping round the embers of their fires, had hastily

thrown a volley of spears, and had darted away among the bushes.

"Surrender, in the queen's name!" Reuben shouted, "and I promise

you that you shall be taken down, and have a fair trial."

The answer came in the flash of a rifle, from the window of one of

the huts; and a constable immediately behind Reuben fell dead, with

the ball through his head.

"Dismount!" Reuben shouted, "and break in the doors."

With a shout, the men threw themselves from their horses and rushed

at the doors of the huts.

"Sergeant O'Connor," Reuben said; "do you, with six of your men,

keep up a fire at the windows. Don't let a man show himself there.

"Let ten of the others look after the horses. We shall have the

blacks back, in no time."

So saying, he ran forward and joined those who were battering at

the doors. Several of them had brought stout axes with them, and

the doors speedily gave way. There was a rush forward.

Mr. Blount fell dead, and Dick Caister's shoulder was broken by a

bullet; but there was no check, as the colonists poured into the

huts. There was a short sharp fight, but in two minutes it was

over. Three of the gang had been shot, as they leapt from the

windows. Four more lay dead, or dying, in the huts.

One of them had thrown down his arms, and shouted for mercy. He had

been knocked down and stunned, by the butt end of a rifle; but was

otherwise unwounded.

Short as was the fight, it had given time to the blacks to rally.

Their shouts were ringing in the air, and the spears were flying

thickly as the party, having finished their work, rushed outside

again, to assist the constables who were guarding the horses.

"Pour a volley into the bushes," Reuben shouted; "then mount, and

charge them."

The order was executed and, in a minute, the horsemen were dashing

hither and thither among the bushes, shooting down with their

pistols the blacks who resisted, or dealing tremendous blows among

them with their hunting whips. The charge was irresistible, and in

five minutes the main body of the blacks were flying, at full

speed, up the steep hillsides.

The victors soon gathered round the huts. Several men and horses

had been wounded with spears, but none of the injuries were of a

serious character.

"Well, how about the prisoners?" Reuben asked the sergeant, who had

arrived before him.

"There's only one prisoner, sir. All the rest are accounted for."

"Is it their captain?"

"I don't know, sir. I have never set eyes on him; but if he's a

young chap, as they say, it ain't him."

"Jim," Reuben said, "just go round and examine the bodies, and see

which of them is the captain."

Jim returned in a couple of minutes.

"None of dem ain't him, sah. He not dere."

Reuben started.

"Are you quite sure, Jim?"

"Quite sure, sah."

"Are you sure none of them escaped, sergeant?"

"I am quite sure of that, sir. No one came out of either of the

doors, and there were only three who tried to bolt through the

windows, and we accounted for them all. Perhaps that chap who is

prisoner can tell you where to find the captain. It's a bad job,

indeed, if he has escaped."

"Is the man recovering his senses?"

"Yes, sir, he's just coming round."

Reuben stepped into the hut. The escape of Thorne destroyed all the

satisfaction which his success would have given him. He had good

reason to know the fiendish malignity of the man and, in spite of

the warnings he had given Kate Ellison, and his strict orders to

the police on guard, he felt a thrill of anxiety, now that he was

aware her enemy was still at large.

The prisoner was sitting up, in a corner of the hut; a policeman,

with drawn sword, standing near him.

"Where is your leader?" Reuben asked sternly. "The man you call

Fothergill."

"He went away yesterday morning," the man said, with a grin of

satisfaction. "You haven't caught him yet; and you will hear more

of him, before you do."

"Where was he going?" Reuben demanded.

"You won't get nothing out of me," the fellow said. "He's been a

good mate, and a true, and I ain't going to put you bloodhounds on

his scent. He's gone a-wooing, that's where he's gone, and that

won't help you much."

Reuben at once went outside, and called the settlers round him.

"I am sorry to say," he said, "that the leader of the party has got

away. He rode off yesterday morning, and although the prisoner we

have taken did not say where he has gone, I have not the least

doubt he has ridden back to the Donalds, to try and carry out his

threat to return for Miss Ellison.

"Therefore, gentlemen, may I ask you to start homeward, at once.

The horses have only done a few miles and, if we press forward, we

may manage to get to our camp of the evening before last. We have

no more to do here, except to see if there are any valuables hidden

in the huts, and set fire to them.

"I expect that we shall have fighting with the blacks, on our way

back. Those parties the two fellows who got away went to fetch

will, likely enough, bar our way. If it were not for that, I should

ride on by myself; but my duty is to stop with my men until, at any

rate, we have passed the place where the blacks are likely to

attack us. That done, I shall push on. It is annoying, indeed, to

think that that fellow must have passed us somewhere on the way,

yesterday."

The settlers agreed, at once. They all sympathized with Reuben, in

his disappointment at the escape of the leader of the bush rangers;

and regretted the matter deeply, on their own account. They were,

too, now that the work was done, anxious to be off; not only

because they wished to return to their stations, but because they

felt that their position was a dangerous one. They had penetrated,

to a distance hitherto unattempted, into the country of the

natives; and they knew that these would gather round them, like

hornets, on their return march.

Ten minutes were spent in the search of the huts. The police probed

the ground with their swords, and closely examined the walls. They

found, under some sheepskins in one corner, a bag containing

upwards of two hundred pounds; which was doubtless the amount which

the bush rangers had brought back with them, from their last

plundering expedition, and had not yet been added to their main

store, wherever that might be. This, however, was a welcome find to

the police, and they abandoned the idea of searching further; and

were about to set fire to the hut, when the prisoner said:

"Lookee here! I may as well tell you where the lot is hidden. It

may do me good, when it comes to the trial; and you may as well

have it, as for it to lay there. You dig up the ground in front of

that tree, behind the hut, and you will find it."

Five minutes later a large leather bag, containing a considerable

quantity of gold and notes, and a number of watches, chains, and

other trinkets, was brought to light.

"Don't stop to count the money now," Reuben said. "Fasten it on one

of the horses, and let us be off.

"Sergeant, let Jones ride beside the prisoner, and be responsible

for his safety. See that his hands are tied behind him, and his

ankles tied securely to stirrup leathers. Let four men take charge

of the eight horses of these bush rangers. Do you ride ahead with

four others, and keep a sharp lookout as you go. Don't press the

horses, but we must go at a smart pace, for we have a long day's

march before us. It is fully sixty miles to the water hole where we

camped, the night before last."

A few minutes later, the party were in motion. Although

disappointed at the escape of the leader of the band, they were

well satisfied with the result of the expedition, and at the small

amount of loss at which it had been accomplished. There was general

regret at the death of Mr. Blount; but two lives were considered to

be but a small loss, for the capture of so strong a body of bush

rangers; who, knowing that they fought with ropes round their neck,

always made a desperate resistance.

Half the journey was accomplished without incident, and Reuben felt

satisfied that they would, at least, have no trouble with the tribe

they had scattered in the morning. The speedy start that they had

made had taken them beyond their pursuit; and if attacked, it would

be by other tribes.

After an hour's halt, to feed the horses and cook some meat for

themselves, the party proceeded again. Another fifteen miles were

passed; then Reuben saw the sergeant, with the little party ahead,

suddenly draw rein. He galloped forward to them.

"What is it, sergeant?"

"I am pretty sure I saw a black fellow's head, over that rock, sir.

It's a nasty piece of ground. I noticed it yesterday, as I came

along. It would be the worst place to be attacked in of any we have

passed. If the blacks are here in force, they know what they are

doing."

Reuben examined the position. It was certainly a nasty place to be

attacked in. The valley was narrow, and thickly strewn with

boulders of all sizes, which had rolled down from the hillsides.

Among these the bush grew thickly, and it was only down a narrow

path in the centre, formed by a winter stream, now dry, that

horsemen could pass.

"I don't think it would do to make a bolt through that, sir," the

sergeant said, shaking his head. "We could only ride two abreast

and, if they are strong, we should be riddled with spears before we

got through; and there's no charging them, among those stones and

bush."

"That is so, sergeant. We shall have to dismount, and drive them

out foot by foot. There's nothing else for it."

By this time all the party had come up, and Reuben explained to

them the situation. All at once agreed that they could do nothing

on horseback, on such ground.

The whole party therefore dismounted. The horses were tied to

bushes, and the prisoner securely fastened to a tree. Then, rifle

in hand, they moved forward.

The sergeant's eye had not deceived him for, as they approached the

spot where the boulders and bush grew thickest, a shower of spears

was thrown, and the native cry rose shrill in the air. The party

were advancing in skirmishing order; and most of them threw

themselves down, or dodged behind rocks, as the blacks rose to

throw their spears and, a moment later, the rifles cracked out.

Several of the blacks fell, and the rest disappeared among the

bushes.

"Make your way forward, steadily and carefully. Let each man watch

his neighbour, to the right and left, and keep in line as much as

you can."

The fight now commenced in earnest, but the settlers and police

gradually made their way forward. Not only had they the advantage

in weapons; but the fact that they were able to fire while lying

down, or stooping, gave them an immense advantage over the blacks;

who had to expose themselves when rising to throw their spears, or

take aim with their bows.

Several times, emboldened by their superior numbers, the blacks

attempted a rush; but the heavy fire from rifle and pistol which

greeted them, each time, sent them back in diminished numbers. At

last the resistance became feebler, as the natives, seeing that

they were being driven out of their shelter, began to slink off; so

as not to be exposed to the fire of the white men, in the

comparatively open ground beyond. Many, however, were not quick

enough, and were shot down as they scaled the steep hillside.

The party of whites gathered, and compared notes. Many had received

wounds more or less severe, but none of a nature to prevent them

from continuing their journey. They quickly returned to their

horses and, mounting, continued their way.

"There is no fear of any farther attack, I should think, sergeant."

"I should think not, sir. The beggars must have had enough of it.

They must have lost from forty to fifty men."

Two hours later, the party arrived at the halting place.

"Now, sergeant," Reuben said, "I shall hand over the command to

you; and shall ride on at once, with my boy. I am most anxious

about the man who has escaped. I shall take four of the bush

rangers' horses. They have not been ridden and, having had three or

four days' rest, are comparatively fresh. The fellow has had only

one day's start and, if I push straight on, I may be there before

him."

Reuben briefly bade adieu to his friends, while Jim was

transferring the saddles to two of the bush rangers' horses and,

leading two others, they started together in darkness. Changing

saddles every ten miles, they rode on till past midnight, when they

halted; for the horses, accustomed as they were to long journeys,

were now completely broken down, and Jim and his master could

scarce keep their seats.

"Too much long," Jim said, as he threw himself down, after taking

off the saddles and hobbling the horses; "too much long, sah."

"It is long, Jim," Reuben replied. "People in England would hardly

believe horses could go a hundred miles in a day, even if led a

part of the distance. Another fifty miles will take us to Donald's.

It is about twenty miles to the water hole where we camped, the

first night; and that was about thirty miles from the station."

"Shall Jim light a fire, sah?"

"No, Jim, it isn't worth while. There is some cold meat in my

haversack, if you are hungry; but I am too tired to eat. If there

are any natives prowling about, a fire might bring them round on

us."

"No tink black fellows near, massa."

"I don't think so either, but I don't want to run the risk, Jim;

besides, I am sure neither of us can be trusted to keep watch."

Reuben, in spite of his fatigue, was some time before he could get

off to sleep. The thought that probably Tom Thorne was, at that

time, camped at the water hole twenty miles ahead; and that, in the

morning, his horse would be far fresher than those he had ridden,

was maddening to him. At one time he thought of getting up, and

pursuing his way on foot; but he was stiff in every limb, and felt

that the journey was beyond him. Moreover, if the bush ranger had

taken some other line, and was not camping there, he would have no

means of pursuing his journey.

At the first gleam of daylight they were afoot. The saddles were

put on the horses, and they continued their way. Reuben soon found,

however, that the five hours he had rested had been insufficient to

restore the horses and, even by riding them alternately, he could

get them but little beyond a walk.

On arriving at the water hole, the remains of a fire were found.

Jim examined the ground carefully, and found the tracks of a horse;

and was of opinion that the rider had started three or four hours

previously. Reuben carried a large flask of spirits and, having

poured what remained in it down the throats of the horses, and

given them a drink at the pool, he again pressed on.

Ten miles farther, he arrived at the first outlying station. The

owner of this had not joined in the expedition, being a married

man, and unwilling to leave his wife in such an exposed position.

But upon Reuben's arrival he at once agreed to lend him two fresh

horses, and to take care of those which Reuben brought with him.

While the settler was driving them in from the paddock, his wife

busied herself in preparing two huge bowls of bread and milk. These

were thankfully swallowed by Reuben and Jim and, five minutes

later, they started on the fresh horses.

It was indeed a relief, to Reuben's anxiety, to find himself again

flying over the ground at a rapid gallop, after the slow and

tedious pace at which he had travelled since morning. His spirits

rose, and the fears which had oppressed him seemed lifted, as if by

magic. He assured himself that he had no cause for anxiety, for

that the two constables would assuredly be on the watch, and Kate

had promised not to venture beyond the doors of the house until his

return.

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