HOW THE BOYS RETURNED HOME.
But this unfair race could not be kept up; the horses that George and
Murri rode, although going their very best, began to show signs of
distress. It had been only the sheer pluck and spirit of the well-bred
horses that had enabled them to hold their own for so long, and now the
superior condition of the bush-rangers' untired horses was beginning to
tell. Looking back the boys could see that Starlight was rapidly
overhauling them, and that at this rate they must be overtaken before
another mile was past. Some of the worst mounted men of the gang had
tailed off from the main body, but were following up in a straggling
line. Amber, whom Alec held tightly in hand, was going as strongly as
ever; there was no signs of weakness as yet in his great stride, his
ears were laid back, for he could hear the heavy thud of the galloping
horses behind him, and the blood of his racing sires stirred in his
veins and made him eager to outstrip them.
"I wish, I do wish, you'd push on, Alec. Amber has got it all in him.
You could be home in five minutes."
"And leave you at Starlight's tender mercies, I suppose?"
"Not a bit more than I now am. It is our only chance. You may find some
of the men about, and Vaulty," said he, laying his hand on the sweating
neck of the roan he rode, "may possibly keep up till you can meet us."
"You know very well he's almost done up. How Murri has managed to keep
that beast of his on his legs I can't think."
What Alec said was true; it was only too evident that Vaulty, sturdy
nag though he was, had knocked up at last, and was quite on his last
legs. It was heartrending work to be so near to succour and yet to be
so entirely beyond its reach. Not a mile away was the head station,
with all hands in for the night, and all ignorant how urgently their
help was needed at only a few minutes' distance from the house. The
agony that the two lads suffered was only intensified by their nearness
to the refuge, which they both felt they could not possibly reach, for
Alec could see by the way Vaulty stumbled that he could not hold out
more than a minute longer; and George knew in his heart, even when he
asked him to do it, that his brother would not leave him.
Nearer and nearer came the sound of the horses behind them; they could
hear the muttered imprecations of the men, and once they heard
Starlight give a lovable laugh as he said, "We shall overtake them by
that black stump." Both the boys heard him, but they said nothing,
though they looked at one another with a steady, loving glance, which
seemed to say, "Well, whatever chance may befall us we have been
staunch and true, and we'll die as we have lived--together." They must
have been almost within pistol shot of the gang of bushrangers, when,
through the thinly growing trees of the great paddock which lay between
them and the house, they caught sight of the ruddy light of home. The
wood fire and the lamp in the kitchen shone from the open door, and
gleaming through the night seemed a bitter mockery of welcome to the
two lads.
"Heaven help us, Alec!" said Geordie, and there was a sob in the poor
boy's throat as he spoke; "this is very hard."
It almost seemed an answer to his prayer when, from the shadow of a
stately gum, not a hundred yards away, a horseman rode out into the
brilliant moonlight.
"Help, help!" the two boys called at the top of their voices, and
eagerly strained their ears to catch the man's answering shout.
Oh! bitter disappointment; oh! agony of futile rage that they felt when
they heard the mocking voice of Keggs cry out--
"'Elp, my fine fellers; yes, but it ain't you as I'll 'elp;" and then,
with the brutal triumph that men of his low and degraded type can never
help displaying, he added, "Dain't I tell yer that I'd be even with
yer? Why, I fun' out from them darned blacks as 'ow you'd gorne for
gold; _I_ fatched Starlight; _I_ told 'em w'ere ter stop yer; _I_ done
it, I done it all. And now ain't I level with yer?"
"No, and never will be," sang out a voice behind them that they had not
heard before.
When George recognised Keggs' voice and the meaning of what he said, a
wave of despair for the first time swept over him; the brave heart that
had stood out against so many dangers gave way at last before such
black treachery. The spirit that had fronted death without a tremor,
that had not quailed before perils and hardships that might without
disgrace have daunted an older and sterner man, grew faint when brought
face to face with such base ingratitude and such cruel perfidy. Such
deceit in one of their own men gave a shock to his trustfulness which
for the moment completely staggered him. He loosed his hold on the
bridle, saying, "It is useless to go on any longer."
The effect upon Alec of the discovery that it was Keggs who had brought
Starlight down on them was very different. The man's words and the
taunting tone of his voice made the elder lad boil with indignation,
and it was with passionate anger that he realised the foulness of the
man's degraded character and the meanness of his behaviour--living upon
their food and their wages and yet betraying them. Snatching up his
pistol, on which his hand was resting, he rushed at the jeering
villain, who, to stop the boy, had drawn up his horse in the line he
knew they must follow. Taking a rapid aim, Alec, with no more
hesitation than he would have shown at shooting a mangy dingo, fired
twice full at the man, who fell with a shriek and howl of agony,
mortally wounded, with two bullets in his chest.
Without staying to notice the fate of such carrion, Alec turned to look
for his brother, whom he had left, at some little distance behind, with
Murri. Vaulty, George's horse, had stopped when his rider had thrown
down the reins of his bridle, and stood quite still, trembling in every
limb. Just as Alec turned to ride back to them he saw that Starlight
and his gang were close upon them, and that George still sat his horse,
although looking quite dazed and stupefied. Murri was leaning across
from his horse and was taking hold of George's bridle as though to urge
him to continue his flight, but it was in vain, for at that moment the
bushrangers were upon them.
Starlight having calculated the distance, and feeling certain that he
should overtake the boys before they could reach the head station, had
given orders to his men that they were not to fire. He acted in this
way from no feeling of mercy, for that was a sentiment he never
experienced, but from a motive of policy, as he feared the noise of
fire-arms might be heard by the men at the house, and bring them down
upon him. Whilst Alec was still at some little distance Starlight had
brought up his horse alongside of George, and turning his handsome,
lovable face to him, he asked him in that false, sweet voice of his--
"Where is all that gold you have found, my lad? You have given us a
stiff chase, and as we have won it you must provide the prize."
"We have no gold," said George, still like one in a dream.
"Come, come, you don't expect me to believe that," said Starlight,
laying his hand on George's arm. The action was gentle, it looked
almost like a caress, but the hand, although so soft, was iron-sinewed,
and the boy felt his arm grasped as though in a vice.
Starlight's touch seemed to act upon him as a charm; it aroused him
from the state of stupor of despair in which he was plunged, and fire
coming back to his eye and life to his voice, he shouted--
"Loose my arm!" and swinging himself round in the saddle in his lithe,
quick way, he tore his arm from the bushranger's grasp. Starlight made
a rapid clutch at him as Geordie swerved aside, but missed his aim, and
the boy, seizing his opportunity, clenched his fist and swung his stout
young arm round with a backward blow, and striking the bushranger full
on the side of the head almost felled him from his horse. Several of
the men, thinking that things had now gone far enough, sprang to the
side of the boy, and one of them, dealing him a stunning blow with his
huge fist just behind the ear, roughly seized him round the waist with
one muscular arm and threw him heavily to the ground. There the lad lay
quite white and senseless, with the blood pouring from his nostrils,
across the gnarled roots of a burnt and blackened tree stump.
During this little _mêlée_, Murri, who was not blessed with an entirely
valiant heart, noticed that the observation of the party was fixed upon
the little central group of George and his opponents. Taking advantage
of this very momentary chance he silently slipped from his horse,
without stopping it, and darting to a place where the stumps of several
burnt trees were still standing, his black body was instantly concealed
in the shadows.
The next minute one of the men noticed that Murri's horse was
riderless.
"Hallo!" said he, "where the blazes is that fellow gone to?"
"Didn't see him go," answered one of the other men. "It don't matter,
it was only one of them blarmed nigs; he've sneaked off."
This had not occupied a moment in happening, and it was just as Geordie
was flung to the ground that Alec came upon the scene. Seeing his
brother struck from his horse, and noticing that the body, which lay so
white and stark in the moonlight, was quite motionless, he felt sure
that this time death had claimed his own. He was maddened with passion
and rage, and singling out the man who had done it, a great, swarthy
fellow twice his own age, he rode at him like a fury. He was entirely
without personal fear, and believing that his brother, who was his
chief tie to life, was dead, he was utterly reckless of consequences to
himself. He had no weapon with him but the pistol he had just fired at
Keggs, but grasping this by the barrel he struck the man full in the
mouth with the heavy butt of it. The passionate blow bruised and cut
the bushranger's lips terribly, and shattered several of his great
white teeth, and maddened with the pain of it the fellow howled a curse
at Alec and drew his pistol from his belt. Alec aimed another rapid
blow at him with his weapon, but his hand being wet with sweat the
polished barrel of the pistol slipped from his grasp, and, as it darted
from his fingers, struck the bushranger a startling blow on his bronzed
cheek-bone just below the eye. The man was now absolutely beside
himself with the agony of these two blows, and like a wild beast he
turned to rend his enemy.
The two men, Alec and the bushranger, were now quite at close quarters,
and pressing one hand to the bleeding cut on his cheek, and with an
infamous oath on his lips, the man again raised his pistol to fire. But
Alec had not taken his eyes from his opponent, and guiding Amber only
with his knees he suddenly stooped to his saddle as the man fired, and
before he was ready with his second shot had sprung upon him. He
clutched his outstretched arm and bore it down with his sheer weight,
and then, exerting all his strength, he grappled with the fellow, and
tried to tear him from his horse.
They were not equally matched, for the man was not only much older and
heavier than Alec but much stronger too, but Alec was much the more
active, and being wiry and muscular he gave the bushranger as much as
he could well do. The other men looked on without offering to
interfere, for after all they were Englishmen although thieves, and a
rough feeling of fair play prevented them interrupting what was so
evidently a single combat.
At first things seemed to go in Alec's favour, for the bushranger, not
daring to loose his bridle, could only use one hand, and it almost
looked as though Alec would unseat his enemy. But this state of affairs
only lasted a few seconds, for the man, feeling that Alec, who could
use both hands, was getting the better of him, clapped his spurs to his
horse and tried to tear himself out of the boy's grasp. But Alec did
not mean to lose his man; he was utterly regardless of what befell
himself, and was fully determined to be revenged on the man who had
taken Geordie's life.
Feeling that the bushranger was endeavouring to separate himself from
him, Alec swore in his heart that he should not effect his purpose, and
as the bushranger's horse swerved to one side, Alec kicked his feet
free from his stirrups, and, exerting all his sinewy strength, leaped
on to the other horse. As he already had a firm hold of the bushranger
he was able to do this with greater certainty, and before the
astonished man knew what he was about the boy was firmly seated behind
him. The horse, feeling this double load, and goaded by the startled
spurring of its rider, darted madly away from the gang. The bushranger
yelled for help and tried to stop his horse, but failed to do so. He
struggled to free himself, but Alec had him at his mercy. Although the
man was so much stronger than the boy, he was rendered comparatively
helpless from the way in which Alec held him, for his left arm was
engaged in trying to stop his terrified horse, and by his sudden leap
Alec had managed to get his right arm behind his back, and in this
position it was next to useless.
[Illustration: "ALEC KICKED HIS FEET FREE FROM HIS STIRRUPS, AND ...
LEAPED ON TO THE OTHER HORSE." (_p. 182._)]
The fury of anger that possessed Alec gave him double strength for the
time, and aided by his position behind the man, he was more than his
match. The tables were quite turned, and the lad at that time was the
more powerful. Alec could hear the rest of the gang following them;
some were laughing at Pearson's terror, and some applauded Alec's
courage and address. The boy knew that, weighted as it was, the horse
must be overtaken in a moment, and that if he meant to unhorse the
brute in front of him he must use all his strength and lose no time in
accomplishing his purpose.
Holding with a grasp of iron the bushranger's right wrist, which was
behind his back, in his left hand, Alec made a clutch at his hot, hairy
throat. For one moment he held him thus, digging his fingers deep into
the flesh and squeezing the great muscles of the man's strong neck with
all his force as he tried to choke him. But loosing his reins for one
moment, Pearson tore Alec's hand away and breathed free again. It was
not for long, for he had to snatch at his bridle again as the horse
plunged wildly when it felt its head free, and he feared lest he should
be thrown. The instant that Alec's arm was loosed he darted his hand
under the bushranger's thick strong-growing beard and seized him by his
throbbing throat again, and, possessed with a perfect madness of fury
he swayed the strong man to and fro till he almost shook him from the
saddle. Again the man wrenched himself free, but not before the veins
of his purple face were swollen almost to bursting.
Alec heard the rest of the gang now close behind him, and felt that his
prey was escaping him, and that after all his vengeance would be
frustrated. His heart was thumping wildly, the loud pulsations of his
blood were surging in his ears, and his breath came in quick laboured
sobs, but his determination was unchanged, and grimly he held on to his
purpose. A life for a life; this man must die! Above the loud beating
of his throbbing heart, above the noisy galloping of the horse he rode
and the heavy steps of those of the men now so close in his rear, Alec
could hear the silver tones of Starlight's beautiful voice quite
clearly as he laughingly said:--
"Don't shoot at him. It'll give Pearson a lesson, he always was a
clumsy brute with a horse. The boy can't hurt him, and if he does it
doesn't much matter. It is capital fun, anyway. Look how the young
beggar sticks on. Don't shoot, I say; I reserve that for myself
afterwards, and you might hit poor Mr. Pearson, and that would be sad."
And again he laughed his bright melodious laugh.
Still holding Pearson's writhing arm behind his back, Alec made one
last effort. The man, vainly trying to pull up or turn his terrified
horse, was leaning forward as far as possible to escape Alec's grasp,
but hearing the voices of his companions apparently so close behind him
he partly raised his head and looked back. Like an eagle darting on its
prey Alec was upon him. Plunging his hand with extended fingers among
the bushranger's black, curling beard, Alec grasped it with an iron
grip. He could feel the heat of the man's strong jaw and his burning
neck as he writhed his head to free himself, and his hot breath fell on
the boy's bare wrist. Twisting his hand more firmly in the mass of the
man's beard, Alec wrenched his head backwards till he could look in his
distorted face. Pearson again loosed his bridle, and, shrieking with
pain and fear, wildly tore at Alec's hand, but in vain, for the lad was
possessed for the time with the strength of three.
Seeing that the rest of the gang was now only a yard or two behind him,
Alec suddenly loosed Pearson's arm, which he had been holding behind
the man's back, and, with lightning swiftness, struck him two blows
with his left hand, which was thus set at liberty, one on the temple
and one on the arch of his bent brown throat. Then making a gigantic
effort, using up the last of his strength for the time being, he
managed to shake the man from his saddle--just as the brutal fellow had
served Geordie--and flung him down among the hoofs of the horses in his
wake.
Although the men tried to pull up or turn aside it was too late, and,
galloping at full speed after Alec, several of the horses passed
straight over Pearson as he lay stretched in front of them. Starlight,
who was quite callous to the sufferings of others and regardless of the
value of any life but his own, did not even try to evade the man, and
his horse struck Pearson's head mortally as it passed over him.
Alec's strength was quite spent when he had thrown Pearson, and,
although he instinctively kept his seat on the horse, he was easily
overtaken and stopped. In a moment several of the men of the gang had
sprung from their saddles and torn him from his panting horse. Then an
angry Babel of voices rose around him in eager questioning, and in vile
imprecations against him for the trouble he had cost them and for the
lives that he had taken.
Alec stood quite silent under their storm of anger and abuse; he made
no attempt at reply, for he was half dazed with the rapid current of
events, and was so benumbed with grief at the loss of his brother, that
now that his passion had spent itself he was careless of what happened
to himself. He felt the hot grasp of the men's hands upon him, and,
without any attempt at a struggle, he was pulled to the place were
Starlight was standing.