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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: In A New World + or, Among The Gold Fields Of Australia + +Author: Horatio Alger + +Release Date: July 23, 2008 [EBook #26111] +Last Updated: January 8, 2019 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN A NEW WORLD *** + + + + +Etext produced by Gary Sandino from a scanned text kindly provided +by the Internet Archive (www.archive.org) + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + IN A NEW WORLD + </h1> + <h3> + AMONG THE GOLD-FIELDS OF AUSTRALIA + </h3> + <h2> + By Horatio Alger, Jr. + </h2> + <h3> + 1893 + </h3> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>IN A NEW WORLD.</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. — OLD FRIENDS IN MELBOURNE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. — PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. — FLETCHER ACTS SUSPICIOUSLY. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. — A TIMELY RESCUE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. — STARTING FOR THE MINES. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. — A NIGHT INCIDENT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. — PARTING COMPANY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. — A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. — A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. — FLETCHER TURNS UP AGAIN. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. — TAKEN CAPTIVE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. — THE HOME OF THE BUSHRANGERS. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. — A TRIAL AND ITS TRAGIC + FINALE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. — ELECTION OF A NEW CAPTAIN. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. — LOST IN THE WOODS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. — THE SHEPHERD'S HUT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. — A WELCOME IN THE WILDS. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. — A DANGEROUS ACQUAINTANCE. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. — A RUFFIAN FOILED. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. — THE BOYS ARRIVE AT BENDIGO. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. — BUYING A CLAIM. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. — STRIKING LUCK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. — RAISING THE NUGGET. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. — THE NUGGET IN DANGER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. — THE MIDNIGHT ROBBERY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. — A THIEF'S EMBARRASSMENT. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. — BAFFLED CUPIDITY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. — THE NUGGET IN SAFETY. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. — SELLING THE CLAIM. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. — THE TWO CONSPIRATORS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. — TAKEN CAPTIVE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. — OBED IN A TIGHT PLACE. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. — THE TABLES ARE TURNED. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV. — FAREWELL TO MELBOURNE. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. — SOME OLD ACQUAINTANCES. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. — A HEART-BROKEN RELATIVE. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. — HOME AGAIN. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVIII. — THE BOYS SECURE + POSITIONS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XXXIX. — CONCLUSION. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + IN A NEW WORLD. + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. — OLD FRIENDS IN MELBOURNE. + </h2> + <p> + A stout gentleman of middle age and two boys were sitting in the public + room of a modest inn in Melbourne. The gentleman was known to the public + as Professor Hemmenway, who announced himself on the programme of his + entertainment as "The Magician of Madagascar," though he freely confessed + to his confidential friends that he had never seen the island of that + name. + </p> + <p> + The two boys were Harry Vane and Jack Pendleton, American boys of sixteen. + One had come to Australia as assistant to the professor, and had been + accustomed to sing one or two popular songs at the magical entertainments + which he gave, besides rendering himself generally useful. Jack Pendleton + was a young sailor, who had resolved to try his fortune in the new + country, either at the mines or in any other employment offering fair + compensation, before resuming his profession. Harry and the professor had + been passengers on board Jack's ship, and the two boys had struck up an + enduring friendship. The ship had been wrecked, and they had spent some + weeks together on an uninhabited island, from which they were finally + rescued, as related in a preceding story, "Facing the World." It had been + the professor's intention to give a series of performances in Melbourne + and other parts of Australia, but the unexpected delay had led him to + change his plans, and he now proposed to return to America at once. Harry + Vane, however, having no near family ties, for he was an orphan, felt + inclined to stay with Jack, and try his luck for a time in the New World, + which appealed strongly to his imagination and youthful love of adventure. + The day had arrived for the professor's departure, and he and the two boys + were waiting for the lighter to take him down the Yarra Yarra River to the + point of embarkation, eight miles distant. + </p> + <p> + "Harry," said the professor kindly, "I don't like to leave you here. You + are only sixteen, and I feel that it is a great undertaking for you to + attempt to make a living so many thousand miles from your native land. I + shall feel anxious about you." + </p> + <p> + "I don't feel anxious about myself, professor," said Harry, with the + confidence natural to youth. "I am young and strong, and I mean to + succeed." + </p> + <p> + "But suppose you fall sick?" + </p> + <p> + "Then Jack will look out for me." + </p> + <p> + "You may be sure of that, Harry," said the young sailor, with a glance of + affection at Harry. + </p> + <p> + "You might both fall sick." + </p> + <p> + "Is it best to borrow trouble?" said Harry, smiling. "I think we shall + come out all right. But I am sorry you won't stay with us, professor." + </p> + <p> + Professor Hemmenway shook his head. + </p> + <p> + "I am three times your age, Harry," he said, "and am not as hopeful or + sanguine as you. Besides, I have a wife and children at home who are + already very anxious at my long silence; I did indeed mean to make a + professional tour of Australia, but the shipwreck, and those lonely weeks + on the island changed my plans. Henceforth I shall restrict myself to + America. I have a competence already, and can make an income at home twice + as large as my expenses. Why should I incur any risks?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know but you are right, professor, but Jack and I are not so + fortunate. Neither of us has a competence, and our prospects are probably + better here than at home." + </p> + <p> + "Remember, Harry, that if you return I shall be glad to continue your + engagement and will even increase your salary." + </p> + <p> + Jack Pendleton fixed his eyes anxiously on Harry's face. He feared that he + would yield to the professor's persuasion, and leave him, but his anxiety + was soon removed. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, professor," said Harry, "but I don't want to leave Jack. If I + return in bad luck, I may look you up and see whether the offer still + holds good." + </p> + <p> + "Do so. You will always find a friend in me. But that reminds me, Harry, + of an important consideration. If you are to remain here, you will want + some money." + </p> + <p> + "I have sixty dollars which I have saved up in your service." + </p> + <p> + "And how much have you, Jack?" + </p> + <p> + The young sailor colored, and looked a little uneasy. + </p> + <p> + "I have only ten dollars," he answered. + </p> + <p> + "That is, we have seventy dollars between us, Jack," said Harry promptly. + </p> + <p> + "That is too little," said the professor, shaking his head. "You must let + me be your banker." + </p> + <p> + "On one condition, professor, with thanks for your kindness." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "A gentleman at home, Mr. Thomas Conway, President of the Craven County + Railroad, has charge of two hundred and fifty dollars belonging to me. I + was fortunate enough to save a railroad train from destruction, and this + is the money the passengers raised for me. I will give you an order on him + for the amount of your loan." + </p> + <p> + "That is unnecessary, Harry; I am willing to wait till your return to + America." + </p> + <p> + "Something might happen to me, professor, and I shall feel more + comfortable to think that my debts are paid." + </p> + <p> + "Have your own way, then, Harry. Shall I give you the whole amount?" + </p> + <p> + "No, professor, I am afraid it would make me less enterprising." + </p> + <p> + "How much shall it be?" + </p> + <p> + "Jack and I have seventy dollars between us. A hundred more ought to be + sufficient." + </p> + <p> + "As you please, Harry, but if you get into trouble, promise to communicate + with me, and send for assistance." + </p> + <p> + "I will, sir." + </p> + <p> + At this moment a carriage drew up in front of the inn. + </p> + <p> + "It is the carriage I ordered to take me to the lighter," said the + professor. "You and Jack must go with me to the ship and see the last of + me." + </p> + <p> + "With great pleasure, sir. Come along, Jack." + </p> + <p> + The hackman put the professor's trunk aboard the carriage, and they set + out for the banks of the river. It was a new trunk, bought in Melbourne, + for the professor's trunk and clothing had been lost at the time of the + shipwreck. His first care had been to get a complete outfit in Melbourne, + and he was now as well provided as when he left New York. + </p> + <p> + The two boys found the trip down the river a pleasant one. The trip by + land would have been considerably shorter, but the professor preferred the + river. The distance to the mouth is nine miles. Vessels would be able to + ascend the river but for two bars which obstruct its course. The city of + Melbourne is situated chiefly on the north bank, and is at present a + handsomely built and prosperous town of about five hundred thousand + inhabitants. At the time of Harry's arrival it had less than half that + number. The country bordering the river is not particularly inviting, but + it was new, and the two boys regarded it with interest. The soil was + barren and sandy, and the trees, which were numerous, were eucalyptus or + gum trees, which do not require a rich soil, but grow with great rapidity + on sterile soil. + </p> + <p> + "What peculiar leaves?" said Harry, "they look like leather." + </p> + <p> + "True," said the professor, "and you notice that instead of having one + surface toward the sky and the other toward the earth they are placed + edgewise." + </p> + <p> + Soon they reached the mouth of the river, and there, just beyond the bar, + rode the good ship <i>Arcturus</i>, on which the professor was to sail for + Boston. His baggage was hoisted on board, and then the professor himself + followed. + </p> + <p> + "Will you come on board, boys?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; we will go back by the lighter." + </p> + <p> + "Then good-by, and God bless you and bring you good luck." + </p> + <p> + Harry could not help feeling sober as he bade farewell to his good friend, + the professor. + </p> + <p> + "I have only you now, Jack," he said. "I don't know what lies before us, + but we must stick fast to each other in sunshine and in storm." + </p> + <p> + Jack's only answer was to seize Harry's hand and press it warmly. Nothing + more was needed. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. — PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE. + </h2> + <p> + The two boys returned to the Crown Hotel in time for dinner, of which they + partook with the zest to be expected of boys thoroughly healthy. When the + meal was over they repaired to the public room. + </p> + <p> + "Now, Jack," said Harry, "it is necessary for us to settle on our plans." + </p> + <p> + "All right," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Have you anything to propose?" + </p> + <p> + "No, Harry, you are smarter than I am, and I leave it to you." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Jack, for your confidence, but we are on a par here. Neither + of us knows much about Australia. We have a great deal to learn." + </p> + <p> + "Then you had better decide for us both." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, I accept the responsibility, but I prefer to talk over my + plans with you. First of all, then, shall we stay in Melbourne, or strike + for the mines?" + </p> + <p> + "Just as you say, Harry, but I would prefer the mines." + </p> + <p> + "I feel that way myself, and for that reason I have been making some + inquiries. There are three principal localities, Ballarat, Bendigo, and + Ovens. We might try one of the three, and if we don't have good luck make + our-way to another." + </p> + <p> + "Which shall we try first?" + </p> + <p> + "I have thought of Bendigo. I hear of one party that cleared two thousand + pounds out of one hole." + </p> + <p> + "How much is that?" asked Jack, who was not very well acquainted with any + but United States currency. + </p> + <p> + "It is equal to ten thousand dollars," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + "That's a big pile of money," said Jack, his eyes sparkling. + </p> + <p> + "True, but we mustn't expect to be so fortunate. It isn't everybody who + succeeds as well as that." + </p> + <p> + "I should be satisfied with a thousand, Harry." + </p> + <p> + "And what would you do with it, Jack?" + </p> + <p> + "Convey it home to my mother, Harry. But I would fix it so that my + step-father couldn't get hold of it." + </p> + <p> + "You are a good boy, Jack, for thinking so much of your mother. I wish I + had a mother to provide for," and Harry Vane looked sober. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know how far off Bendigo is, Harry?" + </p> + <p> + "About a hundred miles. That is, it is seventy-five miles to Mount + Alexander, and the mines are twenty-five miles to the north of that." + </p> + <p> + "It won't take us long to travel a hundred miles," said Jack hopefully. + </p> + <p> + "On the contrary, it will be a long and difficult journey, as far as I can + find out. The country is full of bogs, swamps, and moist land." + </p> + <p> + "Then we can't walk?" + </p> + <p> + "No; the custom is to charter a cart, drawn by oxen, which will give a + chance to carry a stock of provisions. The roads are not very well marked, + and are often impassable." + </p> + <p> + This description rather discouraged Jack, who was more used to the sea and + its dangers than to land travel. + </p> + <p> + "I wish we could go by water," he said. + </p> + <p> + "So do I, Jack, but unfortunately Bendigo happens to be inland. However, + you've got good stout legs, and can get along as well as the thousands + that do go. Besides, it will give us a fine chance to see the country." + </p> + <p> + "Ye-es," said Jack doubtfully, for he had very little of the traveller's + curiosity that prompts so many to visit strange lands. + </p> + <p> + "There's another difficulty besides the mud," continued Harry + thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + "What's that?" + </p> + <p> + "The bushrangers." + </p> + <p> + "Who are they?" + </p> + <p> + "Haven't you heard of them?" asked Harry in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I heard two men speaking of them last night, but I didn't take much + notice." + </p> + <p> + "They are highwaymen—robbers, who wander about and attack parties of + miners and travellers, and unless successfully resisted, strip them of all + their property." + </p> + <p> + "Are we likely to meet them?" said Jack eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "I hope not; but we stand a chance of doing so." + </p> + <p> + "When are we going to start?" asked Jack with alacrity. + </p> + <p> + "Do you want to meet these gentlemen, Jack?" inquired Harry with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "There'll be some fun about it," responded Jack. + </p> + <p> + Harry shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think there'll be much fun about being robbed," he said. "I would + rather they would give us a wide berth, for my part." + </p> + <p> + Jack did not answer, but from that time he was eager to set out for the + mines. The hint of danger invested the journey with a charm it had not + hitherto possessed in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + While the boys were conversing, a tall man, with heavy black whiskers and + wearing a rough suit and a slouch hat, appeared to listen attentively. At + this point he rose from his seat, and lounged over to where Harry and Jack + were seated. + </p> + <p> + "Young gentlemen," he said, "do I understand that you are thinking of + going to the mines?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir," answered Harry, surveying his inquirer with some attention. + </p> + <p> + "And you talk of going to Bendigo?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; do you know anything about the place?" + </p> + <p> + "I ought to. I only came from there last month." + </p> + <p> + "What luck did you have there, may I ask?" + </p> + <p> + "Pretty fair. I brought back about a hundred and fifty pounds in gold + dust:" + </p> + <p> + "And how long were you there?" + </p> + <p> + "Four weeks." + </p> + <p> + "That is pretty good pay for the time." + </p> + <p> + "That's so, especially as I made little or nothing the first three weeks. + I struck it rich the last week." + </p> + <p> + "What do you say to that, Jack?" said Harry, turning to his companion; + "nearly eight hundred dollars in a month." + </p> + <p> + "That pays better than being a sailor," answered Jack, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "I should say it did." + </p> + <p> + "When do you expect to start?" asked the stranger. + </p> + <p> + "As soon as we can get ready," Harry replied. + </p> + <p> + "You are right there. Have you got money?" + </p> + <p> + "Why?" asked Harry rather suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "It will cost something for an outfit." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; we have a moderate sum with us." + </p> + <p> + "That is well," said the stranger approvingly. "Do you know," he continued + meditatively, "I have a great mind to go with you?" + </p> + <p> + "Then you are not satisfied with your pile?" said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "There's very little left of it," said their new acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + "You haven't spent a hundred and fifty pounds in a month?" said Harry in + surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Pretty much. I may have twenty pounds left." + </p> + <p> + "You must have been living high, then." + </p> + <p> + "No. I have lived plainly, but the faro table has taken most of it. I'm so + near broke that I may as well go back to the mines for a fresh supply + before my money is all gone." + </p> + <p> + "We shall be glad of your company, sir. May I ask if you are an + Australian?" + </p> + <p> + "I was born in England, but I have been out here half a dozen years." + </p> + <p> + "And have not made your fortune yet?" + </p> + <p> + "It is my own fault. I have been unable to keep money after I got it." + </p> + <p> + "We are from America." + </p> + <p> + "I surmised it," said the stranger. "That is a country I want to visit + before I die. You have mines there, too." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but they are a long way from where we live." + </p> + <p> + "My name is Fletcher—Dick Fletcher my friends call me." + </p> + <p> + "I am Harry Vane, and my friend is Jack Pendleton." + </p> + <p> + "We will drink to our better acquaintance. Here, John," addressing the + barkeeper, "three glasses of ale here." + </p> + <p> + "If you won't mind, Jack and I will take sarsaparilla." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher stared at them in amazement. + </p> + <p> + "You don't drink ale?" he said. + </p> + <p> + "We belong to the temperance society," said Harry, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "You won't keep that up long at the mines," said Fletcher, shrugging his + shoulders. + </p> + <p> + Harry did not reply, but quietly resolved that he would disprove that + statement. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. — FLETCHER ACTS SUSPICIOUSLY. + </h2> + <p> + One circumstance led Harry to hurry his intended departure. He found to + his dismay that the hotel charge for their very plain accommodations was a + pound a day for each of them. The Crown inn was what would be called in an + American city a one-horse hotel. There are plenty such to be found in the + United States where the rate charged is but a dollar a day. But Melbourne + was full of strangers, drawn thither by flaming accounts of the richness + of the mines and the bright prospects of acquiring sudden fortunes, and + war prices were prevalent everywhere. + </p> + <p> + "Five dollars a day!" exclaimed Jack in open-eyed amazement. "Do they take + us for millionaires?" + </p> + <p> + "I began to think they were imposing upon us," said Harry, "till I made + inquiries elsewhere. I find a pound a day is about the usual tariff for + such accommodations as we have." + </p> + <p> + "But we have only a small bedroom, and the meals are very common." + </p> + <p> + "That is true, but it seems to make no difference." + </p> + <p> + "Our money will soon be gone at that rate," said Jack soberly. "Mine is + already gone." + </p> + <p> + "No, it isn't, Jack. We are going to share and share alike, you know." + </p> + <p> + "But that is imposing on you, Harry," protested the young sailor + earnestly. + </p> + <p> + "Let me judge of that, Jack; I'd a good deal rather have your company and + half of the money than be alone and have the whole." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Harry. You are a true friend. I can't do much for you, but + I'll do what I can." + </p> + <p> + "If I had known of the high prices, I would have drawn more money from the + professor," continued Harry. "However, I can make this do. But I want to + start to-morrow, if possible. We shall then be owing four days' board + each, and that will make forty dollars." + </p> + <p> + At this point Fletcher joined them. + </p> + <p> + "By the way," said he nonchalantly, "I want to ask a little favor." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" asked Harry unsuspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "I am rather short of money. Can you lend me five pounds?" + </p> + <p> + Jack looked at Harry in alarm. He was afraid Harry would grant the favor, + knowing his obliging disposition. But he didn't know our hero. Harry was + ready to do anything for a near friend, but he was too prudent to waste + his money on acquaintances who had no sort of claim on him. + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry to refuse, Mr. Fletcher," he said, "but Jack and I are + ourselves very poorly provided with money, and just before you came in we + were considering how we could manage to pay for the necessary outfit." + </p> + <p> + "Haven't you got five pounds?" asked Fletcher quickly. + </p> + <p> + "Of course we have, or we should be unable to get to the mines." + </p> + <p> + "Then I think you might oblige me," he continued, looking very much + displeased. + </p> + <p> + "I am the best judge of my circumstances," said Harry shortly. + </p> + <p> + Fletcher looked hard at him, and saw that the boy he had to deal with had + a mind of his own, and was not to be imposed upon easily. Still he made a + farther effort. + </p> + <p> + "Then I think," he said coldly, "I shall not be able to assist you in your + preparations." + </p> + <p> + "Just as you please," answered Harry promptly. "As you volunteered, I + accepted your proposal. Now I will act for myself. I have heard of a party + about to start, and I will arrange to join it." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher felt that he was outgeneralled. He did not mean to let Harry and + Jack slip through his fingers, for he had an idea, notwithstanding Harry's + disclaimer, that he had a large sum of money, and thought he would be a + good party to hang on to. He saw that he had made a false move, and + hastened to repair it. + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me," he said, assuming a hearty tone; "I was hasty, and I + apologize. You are right, and I like you too well to cut up rough, just + because you can't do me a favor. There, take my hand, and we will make it + all up." + </p> + <p> + "With pleasure," answered Harry, as he accepted the proffered hand, and + Jack followed his example. Nevertheless Fletcher's demand had produced an + unpleasant effect upon him. The coarse-grained selfishness of the man had + shown through his outward varnish of good-fellowship, and he felt that + henceforth he must be on his guard. + </p> + <p> + "I may have to ask for some money, however," continued Fletcher, in an + off-hand manner, "for it is necessary to buy supplies for our journey. You + know we shan't be able to put up at hotels on our way, but must furnish + our own meals." + </p> + <p> + "So I have heard," answered Harry. "What is it customary to take?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, it will be best to buy a bag of coffee, a sack of flour, some ship + biscuits, potatoes, and sugar. That will do to start on, and we shall vary + our diet by what we are able to kill on the way." + </p> + <p> + "What can we kill?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, kangaroo meat isn't bad, and we can bring down a few birds + occasionally." + </p> + <p> + "Then we shall need guns?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it will be well to have them." + </p> + <p> + This was another expense upon which Harry had not calculated. He began to + think that he had been very improvident. The professor would readily have + left him a hundred dollars more, and as it would have been repaid with his + own money, he was sorry he had not availed himself of it. + </p> + <p> + "How much do you think the supplies will cost?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Well, you had better let me have ten pounds. I think that will be + sufficient." + </p> + <p> + "For the whole or for our share?" asked Harry pointedly. + </p> + <p> + "For your share," answered Fletcher after a pause. "It seems to me you are + very suspicious." + </p> + <p> + Really he had intended to make the two boys pay for the whole stock of + provisions and save his own purse, for he had in reality as much money as + they. + </p> + <p> + "I only wanted to understand clearly," said Harry quietly. "As we are in + some sort partners, that is fair, is it not?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes," returned Fletcher, but he did not respond with any alacrity. + "I'm always fair and above board, I am. No man can say that Dick Fletcher + ever tried to get the best of him. Why, if I was better fixed I wouldn't + let you two boys pay a cent. I'd shoulder the whole thing myself." + </p> + <p> + "Your offer is a very kind one, Mr. Fletcher——" + </p> + <p> + "Don't say Mr. Fletcher; call me Dick," interrupted their new + acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + "I will if you wish it, though as you are so much older, it hardly seems + proper. What I was going to say was that Jack and myself are determined to + pay our share. We couldn't accept any such favor as you mention." + </p> + <p> + "That's all right. Now, if you let me have the ten pounds I'll take all + the trouble off your hands, and have everything ready for a start + to-morrow morning." + </p> + <p> + "I would prefer to go with you and help select the articles." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher looked disconcerted. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, if you think I aint capable——" he began. + </p> + <p> + "I think nothing of the kind, but I want to learn as much as I can. I may + have to do it alone some time." + </p> + <p> + It was well Harry adhered to his determination. It saved him three pounds, + and Fletcher was forced to pay his share, as he had not intended to do. + While they were making purchases they were accosted by a tall + loose-jointed man, whom it was easy to recognize as a Yankee. + </p> + <p> + "Goin' to the mines, boys?" he asked in a strong nasal tone. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + "So am I. I'd like to hook on to your party if you aint no objections." + </p> + <p> + For some reason Dick Fletcher did not appear to relish the proposal. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think we can accommodate you," he said abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "I think we can," said Harry, who was beginning to be distrustful of + Fletcher, and felt safer in adding another to the party. "There are but + three of us, and we shall be glad of your company." + </p> + <p> + Dick Fletcher looked angry, but did not venture to oppose the plan + further. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. — A TIMELY RESCUE. + </h2> + <p> + On the last evening spent in Melbourne the boys decided to take a farewell + walk about the city, not knowing when it would again be their fortune to + see it. Neither Fletcher nor their new Yankee acquaintance was at hand, + and they started by themselves. They did not confine themselves to the + more frequented streets, but followed wherever fancy led. + </p> + <p> + They had no thought of an adventure, but one awaited them. + </p> + <p> + As they were turning the corner of a narrow street, their attention was + suddenly excited by a sharp cry of blended surprise and fright. + </p> + <p> + "What is it, Jack?" asked Harry, grasping his companion by the arm. + </p> + <p> + He did not need to await a reply, for by the indistinct light he saw two + men struggling a few rods further on. One appeared to be an old man, with + white hair, the other was a man of middle age. Clearly it was a case of + attempted robbery. + </p> + <p> + "Run, Jack, run!" said Harry, in excitement. "Let us help the old man!" + </p> + <p> + "I'm with you," answered the young sailor briefly. + </p> + <p> + Harry had in his hand a heavy cane—his only weapon—but he did + not stop to consider the personal risk he was running. As he drew near, + the old man, whose feeble strength was quite unequal to a conflict with a + man so much younger, swayed and fell backward. His assailant bent over + him, and despite his feeble resistance began to search his pockets, at the + same time indulging in savage threats. The old man gave himself up for + lost, but help was nearer than he anticipated. + </p> + <p> + So occupied was the villain with his disgraceful work that he did not hear + the approaching footsteps. + </p> + <p> + His first intimation of them came in a sounding blow over his shoulders, + given by Harry's stick, which was laid on with a good will. + </p> + <p> + He jumped to his feet with an oath, and darted a rapid glance at his two + assailants. Then, much to the surprise of Harry, he turned and ran rapidly + away. It was a piece of great good luck, Harry thought, for he was not at + all sure that he and Jack combined would have been a match for the + highwayman. + </p> + <p> + "Are you hurt, sir?" asked Harry, bending over the old man. + </p> + <p> + "Not seriously," was the reply. "Will you kindly help me up?" + </p> + <p> + With Jack's help Harry got the old man on his feet. He was a tall man, of + splendid aspect, over sixty years of age. He looked like a gentleman of + wealth and position. + </p> + <p> + "You have had a narrow escape, sir," said our hero. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, indeed," answered the old man, "thanks to your brave interference. + It surprises me that my brutal assailant should have run away from two + boys." + </p> + <p> + "I am surprised also, sir. I feared we should have a hard fight. I suppose + his object was robbery." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he must have heard in some way that I had a large sum of money about + me. Thanks to you, it is safe." + </p> + <p> + "I am very glad, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mind accompanying me to my house? This attack has made me timid." + </p> + <p> + "With pleasure, sir." + </p> + <p> + The old gentleman lived perhaps a quarter of a mile distant in a handsome + house. He pressed the boys to enter, and they did so. He questioned them + as to their plans, and then selecting two bank-notes of large + denomination, urged the boys to accept them as a recognition of the help + they had given him at a critical moment. The boys, however, declined + positively to accept any compensation, but expressed their satisfaction at + having been of service. + </p> + <p> + "At least," said the old gentleman, "you must promise to call on me when + you return from the mines. There is my card." + </p> + <p> + "That we will do with pleasure, sir," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + He looked at the card, and read the name of Henry A. Woolson. + </p> + <p> + "Harry," said Jack, as they resumed their walk, "do you know that robber + had a look like Fletcher?" + </p> + <p> + "So I thought, Jack, but I had only a glimpse, and could not be sure. I + wish he were not to be in our party." + </p> + <p> + "We must be on our guard; I don't fancy him much." + </p> + <p> + When the boys saw Fletcher in the morning he appeared as usual, and they + were disposed to think they were mistaken. Yet the lurking suspicion + occurred to them from time to time, and made them feel uneasy. + </p> + <p> + The next day they set out on their journey, accompanied by Dick Fletcher + and Obed Stackpole. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. — STARTING FOR THE MINES. + </h2> + <p> + Harry may be considered rash in his immediate acceptance of his Yankee + acquaintance as a member of their party, but there are some men who need + no letters of recommendation. Obed Stackpole certainly was not a handsome + man. He was tall, lean, gaunt in figure, with a shambling walk, and his + skin was tough and leathery; but in spite of all there was an honest, + manly expression, which instantly inspired confidence. Both Harry and Jack + liked him, but Dick Fletcher seemed to regard him with instinctive + dislike. + </p> + <p> + "What made you accept that scarecrow into our company?" he asked, when + Stackpole had left them to make his own arrangements for leaving the city. + </p> + <p> + Harry smiled. + </p> + <p> + "He isn't a handsome man," he replied, "but I think he will prove a + valuable companion." + </p> + <p> + "You took no notice of my objection to him," said Fletcher, frowning. + </p> + <p> + "Our company was too small," returned Harry. "From inquiry I find that + parties seldom consist of less than half a dozen." + </p> + <p> + "I know all about that," said Fletcher impatiently. "You might have been + guided by me." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be to some extent," answered Harry, "but not implicitly." + </p> + <p> + "I am going to have trouble with that boy," thought Fletcher. "Wait till + we get on the road." Aloud he said: "If you had mentioned the matter to me + I would have found someone to go with us. You had better tell this Yankee + that we haven't room for him, and I will do it now." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher's persistence only aroused vague suspicions in Harry's breast. He + felt glad that Stackpole was neither a friend nor likely to prove a + confederate of Dick Fletcher, and was resolved to hold on to him. + </p> + <p> + "I have invited him, and I won't take back the invitation," he said. + </p> + <p> + "How old are you?" asked Fletcher abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "Sixteen." + </p> + <p> + "I should think you were sixty by the tone you assume," said Fletcher with + a sneer. + </p> + <p> + "Do I understand, Mr. Fletcher," asked Harry steadily, "that you claim to + control our party?" + </p> + <p> + "Seeing that I am more than twice as old as you are, I am the natural head + of the expedition." + </p> + <p> + "I cannot admit any such claim. If you are not satisfied to be simply a + member of the party, like the rest of us, I shall not be offended if you + back out even now." + </p> + <p> + This, however, did not suit Fletcher, and with a forced laugh he answered, + "You are a strange boy, Vane. I suppose it's the way with your countrymen. + I don't want to back out, as you term it. I fancy we shall get along + together." + </p> + <p> + "I wish he had decided to leave us," said Harry when the two boys were + alone. "Somehow I distrust him." + </p> + <p> + "I don't like him myself," said Jack, "but I don't see what harm he can do + us." + </p> + <p> + "Nor I, but I feel safer with this Yankee addition to our party." + </p> + <p> + About ten o'clock the next morning the little party got off. It is + needless to say that Obed Stackpole contributed his full share of expense, + and more too, for he furnished the yoke of oxen that were to draw the cart + which conveyed their provisions and other outfit. + </p> + <p> + "I don't want to push in where I aint wanted," he said, "but I'm used to + oxen, and if you want me to, I'll drive these critters, and you three can + foller along as you please." + </p> + <p> + "That'll suit me," said Fletcher with unusual graciousness. "I've no doubt + you understand the business better than I do." + </p> + <p> + "I ought to understand it," said Stackpole. "I was raised on a farm in New + Hampshire, and used to drive oxen when I wasn't tall enough to see over + their backs. I never thought then that I'd be drivin' a team in Australy." + </p> + <p> + "What led you to come out here, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Well, a kinder rovin' disposition, I guess. A year ago I was in + Californy, but things didn't pan out very well, so when I read accounts of + the gold fields out here, I jist dropped my pick and started, and here I + am." + </p> + <p> + "Didn't you find any gold-dust in California?" asked Fletcher, with sudden + interest. + </p> + <p> + "Well, I found <i>some</i>," answered the Yankee, with drawling + deliberation, "but not enough to satisfy me. You see," he added, "I've got + two to make money for." + </p> + <p> + "And who are those two?" inquired Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "The first is my old dad—he's gettin' kinder broken down, and can't + work as well as he could when he was a young man. He's got a + thousand-dollar mortgage on his farm, and I want to pay that off. It'll + kinder ease the old man's mind." + </p> + <p> + "That a very excellent object, Mr. Stackpole," said Harry, who felt still + more drawn to his plain, ungainly, but evidently good-hearted companion. + </p> + <p> + "I think so myself," said Obed simply. + </p> + <p> + "The other person is your wife, I fancy," said Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "I expect she will be my wife when I get forehanded enough," replied Obed. + "It's Suke Stanwood, one of Farmer Stanwood's gals. We was raised + together, and we've been engaged for nigh on to five years." + </p> + <p> + "Very romantic!" said Fletcher, but there was a veiled sneer in his tone, + as he scanned with contemptuous amusement the ungainly figure of his + Yankee companion. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know much about such things," said Obed, "but I guess Suke and I + will pull together well." + </p> + <p> + "You are not exactly a young man," said Fletcher. "You've waited some + time." + </p> + <p> + "I'm thirty-nine last birthday," said Obed. "I was engaged ten years ago, + but the girl didn't know her own mind, and she ran off with a man that + came along with a photograph saloon. I guess it's just as well, for she + was always rather flighty." + </p> + <p> + "It is very strange she should have deserted a man of your attractions," + said Fletcher with a smile. + </p> + <p> + Harry was indignant at this open ridicule of so honest and worthy a fellow + as Stackpole, and he wondered whether the Yankee would be obtuse enough + not to see it. His doubt was soon solved. + </p> + <p> + "It looks to me as if you was pokin' fun at me, Fletcher," said Obed, with + a quiet, steady look at the other. "I'm a good-natured fellow in the main, + but I don't stand any nonsense. I know very well I'm a rough looking chap, + and I don't mind your sayin' so, but I aint willin' to be laughed at." + </p> + <p> + "My dear fellow," said Fletcher smoothly, "you quite mistake my meaning, I + assure you. I am the last person to laugh at you. I think you are too + modest, though. You are what may be called a 'rough diamond.'" + </p> + <p> + "I accept your apology, Fletcher," said Obed. "If no offence was meant, + none is taken. I don't know much about diamonds, rough or smooth, but at + any rate I aint a paste one." + </p> + <p> + "A good hit! Bravo!" laughed Fletcher. "You are a man of great + penetration, Stackpole, and a decided acquisition to our party." + </p> + <p> + "I'm glad you think so," said Obed dryly. "If I remember right, you didn't + want me to join you." + </p> + <p> + "At first I did not, but I have changed my mind. I didn't know you then." + </p> + <p> + "And I don't know you now," said Obed bluntly. "If you don't mind, s'pose + you tell us what brought you out here." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher frowned and regarded the Yankee suspiciously, as if seeking his + motive in asking this question, but his suspicions were dissipated by a + glance at that honest face, and he answered lightly, "Really, there isn't + much to tell. My father was a merchant of Manchester, and tried to make me + follow in his steps, but I was inclined to be wild, incurred some debts, + and finally threw up business and came out here." + </p> + <p> + "Have you prospered as far as you've gone?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes and no. I've made money and I've spent it, and the accounts are about + even." + </p> + <p> + "That means you haven't much left." + </p> + <p> + "Right you are, my friend, but in your steady company I mean to turn over + a new leaf, and go in for money and respectability. Now I've made a clean + breast of it, and you know all about me." + </p> + <p> + In spite of this statement there was not one of his three companions who + did not feel sure that there was much in Fletcher's history which he had + kept concealed, and possibly for very good reasons. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. — A NIGHT INCIDENT. + </h2> + <p> + The path of a gold-seeker in Australia was beset with difficulties. The + country about Melbourne, and far inland, was boggy, the soil being + volcanic, and abounding in mud which appears to have no bottom. The road + to the mines was all the worse for having been ploughed up by bullock + teams, and worked into a slough which proved the discouragement of mining + parties. Some were even months in traversing the comparatively small + distance across the country to the goal they sought. But the attraction of + money, which is said to make the mare go, enabled them to triumph at last + over the obstacles that intervened. It was not long before our party began + to understand the nature of the task they had undertaken. The cart sank up + to the hubs in a bog, and the oxen stood still in patient despair. + </p> + <p> + "Well, if this don't beat all creation!" ejaculated Obed. "I've been in + the Western States, and I thought I knew something about mud, but + Australy's ahead. I say, Fletcher, is there much of this that we've got to + go through?" + </p> + <p> + "Mud's the rule, and dry land the exception," answered Fletcher coolly. + </p> + <p> + "Well, that's comfortin'!" remarked Stackpole, drawing a deep breath. "I + s'pose people do get through after a while." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, generally. I was six weeks getting to the Ovens once." + </p> + <p> + "I wish we had some ovens to bake this mud," said Obed, with a grim smile + at his joke. "It would take a powerful large one." + </p> + <p> + There was nothing for it but dogged perseverance. It took an hour to get + the oxen and cart through a bog a hundred feet across, and the appearance + of the party, when they finally reached the other side, was more + picturesque than attractive. + </p> + <p> + "How would Clinton get along here?" suggested Harry. "I can imagine the + poor fellow's despair." + </p> + <p> + "His trousers would suffer some," said Jack. "I think it would break his + heart. The sea is much nicer. If we could only go by water," and the young + sailor looked down at his mud-bedraggled clothes, and his shoes caked + thickly over with the tenacious mud. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, the sea would be cleaner at any rate. I agree with you there, Jack." + </p> + <p> + Arrived on the other side of the bog, they were obliged to give the tired + cattle a rest. Indeed, they needed rest themselves. + </p> + <p> + At the end of the day they made an encampment. As well as they could + judge, they were about eight miles from Melbourne. + </p> + <p> + "Eight miles; and how far is the whole distance?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "About a hundred miles," answered Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "At this rate, we can go through in twelve or thirteen days, then." + </p> + <p> + "You mustn't expect this rate of speed," said Fletcher. "We shan't average + over five miles." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I hope we'll get paid for it," said Obed. "If we don't I'd better + have stayed in Californy. We haven't any such mines as this in that + country." + </p> + <p> + "You'd better have stayed there," said Fletcher dryly, and he evidently + wished that his companion had done so. + </p> + <p> + "'Variety's the spice of life,' as my old schoolmaster used to say," + responded Obed. "I kinder want to see what Australy is like. All the same + I don't want to stump through to the other side of the globe." + </p> + <p> + The travellers encamped for the night in a dry spot among a group of + gum-trees, and it may readily be believed that all slept well. The boys + felt dead tired, and it was with difficulty they were awakened in the + morning. + </p> + <p> + About five o'clock Fletcher opened his eyes. He was one who slept fast, so + to speak, and obtained as much refreshment from an hour's sleep as most + people do from a period twice as long. He had been lying on the ground + wrapped in a blanket, as was the case with the other members of the party. + </p> + <p> + Raising himself, and leaning on his elbow, he saw that they were all fast + asleep. He nodded with satisfaction, and getting on his feet he approached + Obed Stackpole with noiseless tread. The Yankee was sleeping with his + mouth wide open, occasionally emitting a sonorous snore through his + aquiline nose. He was not beautiful to look upon, as Fletcher evidently + thought. + </p> + <p> + "Ill-favored brute!" he ejaculated. "I'd like to choke him!" + </p> + <p> + If any special advantage had been likely to accrue to him, Fletcher's + conscience would not have been likely to stand in the way of violence; but + his purpose now was different. + </p> + <p> + "The fellow must have gold about him," muttered Fletcher. "I wonder + whether I can get at it without waking him up." + </p> + <p> + Obed seemed to be in a profound slumber, but it was a peculiarity of our + Yankee friend to wake at the least touch. This, of course, was not known + to Dick Fletcher, who felt that there would be no risk in a careful + exploration of Obed's pockets. + </p> + <p> + He thrust his hand into one of the Yankee's pockets with the practiced + skill of a pickpocket, when an entirely unexpected result followed. + </p> + <p> + "Why, you skunk, what in creation are you about?" exclaimed Obed, suddenly + seizing Fletcher by the throat. + </p> + <p> + "Let me go!" said Fletcher, struggling violently, but ineffectually, to + free himself. + </p> + <p> + "Not till you've told me what you are after." + </p> + <p> + "Let go, and I'll tell you." + </p> + <p> + Obed loosened his grip, saying sternly, "Are you a pickpocket, my + enterprising friend, or what is the meaning of all this business?" + </p> + <p> + "You had better not insult me!" said Fletcher angrily. "I'm no more a + pickpocket than you are." + </p> + <p> + "Then what is the meaning of your little game? Maybe you got up in your + sleep." + </p> + <p> + "No, I didn't. I just waked up, and thought I'd like to have a smoke, but + had no matches. I thought you might have some in your pocket." + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't you wake me up and ask me?" + </p> + <p> + "You looked so comfortable, and I thought you needed rest after a hard + day's work, so I decided to help myself." + </p> + <p> + "It looks like it," responded Obed dryly. "So that's all you were after, + was it?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course," said Fletcher, regaining confidence. "What else could it be?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, it strikes me it's rather takin' a liberty with a gentleman to + search his pockets while he's asleep, that's all! In Californy, Fletcher, + if you had been caught doin' it, ten chances to one you'd have been + lynched, and lynchin' isn't usually regarded as comfortable or desirable. + Where's your cigar?" + </p> + <p> + "I haven't any, but I've got a pipe." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I do happen to have a few matches in my other pocket, but I'd + rather you'd ask for 'em next time." + </p> + <p> + "I will. The fact is, I ought to have brought some with me. It's very + strange, old traveller as I am." + </p> + <p> + "It would have been a little better than borrowin' them of a sleepin' man + without leave. Don't do it again, Fletcher." + </p> + <p> + "I'm not very likely to borrow them of you again, except when you're + awake," said Fetcher with a short laugh. "Do you always wake up so easy?" + he asked, in some curiosity. + </p> + <p> + "Always. I sleep mighty sound, but the least touch wakes me up." + </p> + <p> + "I shall remember that," thought Fletcher. "This Yankee is rather a + dangerous man to tackle. I won't attempt it again unless I have the + decided advantage." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you'll excuse me, Mr. Stackpole," he said aloud in a smooth tone. + "I used to travel with a friend—a great chum of mine—and we + never stood on ceremony with each other. I ought to have remembered that + you and I are comparatively new acquaintances." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps it will be best," said Obed dryly. "You see when I wake up I + don't always have my wits about me, and I might cut up rough before I had + time to think." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no apologies, I beg," said Fletcher, waving his hand. + </p> + <p> + "Who's apologizin'?" demanded Obed, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Never mind, it's all right! I thought you were apologizing for seizing me + by the throat. As you say, you waked up suddenly, and didn't have your + wits about you." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I know!" ejaculated Obed half to himself. "I didn't think of that + way of puttin' it. You're a cute fellow, Fletcher." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mr. Stackpole. Now I will have my smoke;" and Fletcher, though + he did not care for it, by way of removing any lingering suspicion, lit + his pipe and puffed away with apparent pleasure. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. — PARTING COMPANY. + </h2> + <p> + "I mistrust that man Fletcher," said Obed to Harry Vane the next day, + taking the opportunity when, at one of their rests, the man referred to + had sauntered into the woods. + </p> + <p> + "I don't like him myself," said Harry. "Have you any particular reason for + mistrusting him?" + </p> + <p> + "He was searchin' my pockets last night when he thought I was asleep," + answered Obed, and he related the incident of the night before. + </p> + <p> + "It looks suspicious," said Harry. "I have not much money, but I don't + care to lose what I have." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to shake him, but I don't see how we can very well. He's a + reg'lar member of the party." + </p> + <p> + "We can be on our guard at any rate," said Harry. "I'll tell Jack, and + advise him to be careful also." + </p> + <p> + At this point Dick Fletcher returned. He looked suspiciously from one to + the other, under the impression that something had been said about him. He + asked no questions, however, and no information was volunteered. He could + not but observe, however, that there was more or less restraint in the + manner of his companions toward him, and that they were not disposed to be + social. + </p> + <p> + That day they made nine miles, the road being slightly better than the day + before. About five o'clock they reached a rude wayside inn, over the door + of which was a swinging sign, on which was printed: + </p> + <h3> + TRAVELLERS' REST. + </h3> + <p> + "We might as well stop here, instead of camping out," said Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "I'm agreeable," said Obed, "if the tax isn't too high." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Linton is moderate in his charges," said Fletcher. "I've known him a + good while. He's a good fellow." + </p> + <p> + This was not a very valuable recommendation in the opinion of Obed and the + two boys, but they had no objection to becoming guests of the + establishment. + </p> + <p> + It was a rude building, and the accommodations were very limited. In fact, + there were but two sleeping rooms. One of these Fletcher occupied, and the + other was given up to the other members of the party, there being two + beds. + </p> + <p> + "I'd rather bunk in with you, if you don't mind," said Stackpole to Harry. + "I don't feel easy in the same room with Fletcher." + </p> + <p> + "We shall be very glad of your company, Mr. Stackpole." + </p> + <p> + "If I snore, just come and turn me over. I don't want to disturb nobody." + </p> + <p> + "I think Jack and I will be too sound asleep to be disturbed by your + snoring," said Harry with a laugh. "However, if there is any occasion, I + will follow your directions." + </p> + <p> + The landlord was a broad-shouldered man of moderate stature, who had lost + the sight of one eye. The other, being covered with a green shade, gave + him an ill look. His manner, however, was hearty, and showed a bluff, + off-hand cordiality, as he welcomed the party to the hospitalities of the + Travellers' Rest. He was familiarly called "Larry," by Fletcher, who + greeted him like an old comrade. + </p> + <p> + The supper consisted in part of their own supplies, with some small + additions from the larder of the inn. It was, at any rate, an improvement + upon their camp fare, and the boys enjoyed it. + </p> + <p> + After supper they sat down on a settle in front of the inn, but presently + Fletcher strayed away into the woods at the back of the house. Some + fifteen minutes later Larry Linton also got up, but ostentatiously went in + a different direction. + </p> + <p> + "I'm going a little ways to a squatter's to speak about some vegetables," + he said. + </p> + <p> + "If you don't mind company, I'll go along too," said Obed. + </p> + <p> + "Better not," answered Larry. "There's a boggy spot which a stranger is + likely to fall into." + </p> + <p> + "I've had enough of bogs," said Obed, shrugging his shoulders. "Seems to + me you haven't got much besides bogs out in Australy." + </p> + <p> + So Linton went off by himself. After he was fairly out of the way, Obed + said, turning to the two boys. "Did you think I wanted to go off with + Linton?" + </p> + <p> + "I supposed so, as you made the proposal." + </p> + <p> + "I only wanted to find out if he wanted me or not. I have my suspicions." + </p> + <p> + "What kind of suspicions?" + </p> + <p> + Harry was the speaker, as usual, for Jack never took the lead when Harry + was present. + </p> + <p> + "Fletcher and Linton are too thick together to suit me," answered the + Yankee. "Looks as if they was in league together." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think they have arranged a meeting?" + </p> + <p> + "That's just what I do think." + </p> + <p> + "But they have gone in different directions," objected Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Bless your simple heart, my boy, that's done on purpose," said Obed. + "Can't they fetch round together without our knowing it?" + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think of that," Jack admitted. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Stackpole," said Harry after a moment's thought, "if you and Jack + will keep each other company, I will explore a little myself. I may happen + to be at the conference." + </p> + <p> + "Be careful if you do, Harry," said Obed. "Don't run no risk." + </p> + <p> + "I'll look out for that." + </p> + <p> + In the rear of the house, and almost reaching to it, was a forest of + eucalyptus trees. It was unfavorable to Harry's purpose that these trees + rise straight from the ground, and are not encumbered by underbrush. It + was very pleasant walking though, and Harry sauntered along at his + leisure. He almost forgot the object of his enterprise, until some half an + hour later, in the stillness of the woods, his quick ear caught the sound + of voices. + </p> + <p> + He was instantly on the alert. The voices, he doubted not, were those of + Dick Fletcher and Larry Linton. He moved forward cautiously, and soon + espied the speakers. They were sitting on the ground, under the + overreaching boughs of a gigantic tree. Harry managed to get near enough + to listen to the conversation, being himself concealed from view behind + the trunk of a neighboring tree. + </p> + <p> + "Is there much money in the party?" he heard Linton ask. + </p> + <p> + "I can't tell you. The boys haven't got much, but that long-legged Yankee + has probably got considerable." + </p> + <p> + "What sort of a man is he?" + </p> + <p> + "He's likely to prove a troublesome customer. He is muscular, as you can + see, and not easily scared." + </p> + <p> + "Has he any suspicion of you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I put my foot in it the other night." + </p> + <p> + "How's that?" + </p> + <p> + "I saw him sleeping like a boy, and thought there was no danger of his + waking up, so I took the liberty to explore his pockets. Before I could + say Jack Robinson he had me by the throat, and wanted to know what I was + after." + </p> + <p> + "That was awkward. How did you get out of it?" + </p> + <p> + "Lied out! Told him I was looking for matches, as I wanted a smoke." + </p> + <p> + "Did he swallow it down?" + </p> + <p> + "He didn't contradict me, but it has made him watchful and suspicious. If + I'd got the money, I was ready to make tracks, and leave them to find + their way as they could." + </p> + <p> + At this point the two rose and walked away, leaving Harry in his position + behind the tree. As soon as he thought it was safe he came out, and made + the best of his way to the inn, getting there about fifteen minutes before + Fletcher appeared, but without the landlord. During that interval he had + time to communicate what he had heard to Obed Stackpole. + </p> + <p> + "Just what I expected!" said Obed. "The treacherous skunk! So he's in + league with the landlord, is he? I'll fix him." + </p> + <p> + He cautioned the two boys not to show by their manner that they had made + any discovery, but to appear as usual. + </p> + <p> + The next morning the party started as usual. They plodded on for almost a + mile, when Obed, turning quickly to Fletcher, said: + </p> + <p> + "Let me look at that weapon of yours a minute." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher unsuspiciously handed it over. + </p> + <p> + "I think I shall <i>keep</i> this, Fletcher," said Obed, eying him + steadily. "I'm pained to have to bid you good-by." + </p> + <p> + "What does all this mean?" blustered Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "It means that your room is better than your company. We'd better part." + </p> + <p> + "Would you rob me? That revolver is mine, and I paid for a share of the + things in the cart." + </p> + <p> + "I'll allow you the vally of them and pay you on the spot, but we can't go + on together." + </p> + <p> + Suiting the action to the word, Mr. Stackpole handed over a handsome sum + of money. + </p> + <p> + "But I don't want to sell my revolver," repeated Fletcher. "What am I to + do out here alone, and unarmed." + </p> + <p> + "You'd better go back to your friend Larry Linton. He'll look out for + you." + </p> + <p> + "You will regret this high-handed proceeding!" exclaimed Fletcher angrily. + </p> + <p> + "Maybe I shall, and maybe I shan't," answered Obed indifferently. "I'll + risk it." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher halted a moment as if undecided, then turned back, and was soon + out of sight. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. — A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. + </h2> + <p> + All the party felt relieved to be rid of Fletcher. Without being able to + prove anything against him, all believed him to be unworthy of confidence. + Now they were a united party, and whatever might be the hardships of the + trip they were ready to sympathize and co-operate with each other. + </p> + <p> + They had already learned that it was no holiday trip they had undertaken. + The bogs have already been referred to. In addition the heat was + oppressive in the middle of the day. Then the numerous insects that infest + Australia—the ants, flies, and scorpions—were most + troublesome. They had to be very careful to avoid being bitten, for the + bite of any these is severe and dangerous. On the day succeeding their + parting from Fletcher they accomplished but six miles, the road being + unusually swampy. + </p> + <p> + "I feel about tuckered out," said Obed, about the middle of the afternoon, + just after he had extricated the team, by great personal effort, from a + morass. "If I'd 'a' known as much of the country before startin' I + wouldn't have started at all." + </p> + <p> + "It's a long road that has no ending," said Harry, smiling. He, too, was + very tired, but youth is hopeful. + </p> + <p> + "It's the worst country I ever travelled in, by a long shot. If I ever + make my pile, I'll take the first steamer back to Frisco." + </p> + <p> + "Who's that?" suddenly exclaimed Jack. + </p> + <p> + Obed and Harry, looking up, saw a forlorn-looking figure approaching them. + It was a man of middle age, and emaciated in appearance, looking the image + of despair. He tottered rather than walked, from exceeding weakness. + </p> + <p> + "For Heaven's sake give me something to eat! I am almost famished," he + cried. + </p> + <p> + "Why, certainly, friend," answered Obed, rising and advancing to meet the + stranger. "We don't keep a first-class hotel, but you're welcome to what + we've got. Are you travellin' alone?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if you call it travelling. I've been dragging myself along for + several days, hoping to find somebody that would give me aid." + </p> + <p> + "Well, you've found somebody. Here, sit down, for you don't seem able to + stand, and we'll provide for you. Harry, bring some biscuit and cold meat, + won't you, and Jack had better build a fire. A cup of tea will put new + life into you, my friend." + </p> + <p> + The biscuit were soaked in water and given to the stranger. He devoured + them like a man in the last stages of hunger. + </p> + <p> + "Go slow, my friend. Your stomach must be weak," said Obed. + </p> + <p> + "If you only knew the gnawing at my vitals," said the new-comer. "I have + not tasted food for three days." + </p> + <p> + "I never was in that fix, though I did go hungry for twenty-four hours + once in Californy. You'd better believe I pitched in when I got to where + victuals were." + </p> + <p> + "How did that happen, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I was lost in the mountains," answered Obed, "and couldn't find any trace + of a livin' creature except an old miser, who pointed a musket at me, and + didn't dare to let me into his hut. I don't think I could have stood it + three days." + </p> + <p> + "That goes to the right spot," said the stranger, after he had gulped down + two cups of tea. "Now I'm ready to die without complaining." + </p> + <p> + "If it's all the same to you, I think you'd better get ready to live," + said Obed. + </p> + <p> + "I'd rather die now than suffer as I have done in the last three days," + </p> + <p> + "You won't have to. We've got plenty and to spare." + </p> + <p> + "But I have no money. I have been robbed of everything." + </p> + <p> + "Robbed! How is that?" + </p> + <p> + "It's rather a long story. You may not have patience to hear it." + </p> + <p> + "We've got time enough, and patience enough, but perhaps you don't feel + strong enough to talk." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't before you relieved my hunger. The food and the tea have put new + life into me, as you predicted they would." + </p> + <p> + "Then go ahead, stranger. We're all anxious to hear your story." + </p> + <p> + "I am an Englishman," began the unknown, "and my name is Ralph Granger. + When the report reached England of the richness of the Australian + gold-fields, I sold out my business, and was among the first to come out + here. By the sale of my business I realized about five hundred pounds. + Three hundred I left with my wife—I have no children—to keep + her while I was gone. It is very fortunate that I took this precaution and + left her so well provided for, since, had I brought all my money with me, + it would all have been lost." + </p> + <p> + The three adventurers looked at each other soberly. The ill fortune of + their new acquaintance did not augur very well for their good fortune. + </p> + <p> + "Then you had bad luck," said Harry inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + "On the contrary I had good luck," replied the stranger. + </p> + <p> + "Good luck!" repeated Harry in surprise. "Then how——" + </p> + <p> + "How did I come into this plight? That is what you were about to ask?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "You will soon learn. On reaching this country I was in doubt whether to + go to Ballarat or Bendigo, but finally decided upon the latter." + </p> + <p> + "We are bound for Bendigo," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "So I inferred. Ballarat is in a different direction. Very well, I reached + Bendigo three months since. For a time I was unlucky. I found next to no + gold, and the prices of living used up about all the money I had left + after the expense of getting there. Just when I was on the point of giving + up in despair my luck turned. I made a strike, and during the next six + weeks I unearthed gold to the value of a thousand pounds." + </p> + <p> + "That certainly wasn't bad luck." + </p> + <p> + "It was extraordinarily good luck, and naturally drew the attention of the + rest of the camp. This was unfortunate, for in such a settlement, as may + well be supposed, there are many reckless adventurers, ex-convicts, and + men utterly destitute of principle." + </p> + <p> + "Then you were robbed at the camp?" + </p> + <p> + "Not then nor there. I took the precaution to send the greater part of my + money to Melbourne by experts. Destitute and lost, I have six hundred + pounds in Melbourne awaiting my arrival, but for all that, I should + probably have starved to death but for my opportune meeting with you." + </p> + <p> + "Come, then, you've got something to live for, after all," said Obed. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, you are right. Let me once get to Melbourne and I am all right. I + shall buy a passage ticket to Liverpool, and carry with me the balance of + my money. With all that I have lost I shall go home richer than I came." + </p> + <p> + "But how did you lose your money?" asked Jack, who was eager to have his + curiosity gratified. + </p> + <p> + "When I got ready to leave the gold-fields, there was no party which I + could join. I did not like to go alone. In this emergency a man who had + been working an adjoining claim offered to go with me. He professed to + have been fortunate, and to be ready to go back to the city. I saw no + reason to distrust him, and accepted his proposal. We bought each a horse, + made other preparations, and set out together. He won upon my confidence, + and I told him everything. He was very comfortably fixed himself, he told + me, and was glad he had fallen in with me, as he had been afraid of being + robbed on the journey. All went pleasantly for three days, but on the + morning of the fourth day when I awoke I found myself alone. A little + startled, I felt for my gold, which I carried in a belt around my waist. + It was gone, and so was my horse. Of course you guess how it happened. My + companion had robbed me during the night, and left me in the woods utterly + destitute." + </p> + <p> + "What was the name of your companion?" asked Obed quickly. + </p> + <p> + "He called himself Fletcher." + </p> + <p> + "I thought so!" exclaimed Obed, slapping his leg with emphasis. "We know + the gentleman a little ourselves." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. — A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE. + </h2> + <p> + "You have not met Dick Fletcher?" said Ralph Granger in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, we only parted from him this morning." + </p> + <p> + "Did he rob you?" + </p> + <p> + "No, but he tried to." + </p> + <p> + Here Obed gave an account of Fletcher's searching his pockets during the + night. + </p> + <p> + "He thought I was sound asleep," he continued, "and so I was, but it + doesn't take much to wake me. When I gripped his throat, he concluded he'd + tackled the wrong man." + </p> + <p> + "Did you part company with him then?" + </p> + <p> + "No; he pretended he had been in search of matches, and I pretended to + believe it, but kept a good look-out. Last evening we stopped at the + Travellers' Rest, and Harry, here, overheard him and the landlord out in + the woods concocting a scheme to rob us, so I just told the gentleman his + room was better than his company, and he cleared out." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid he will turn up again," said Granger apprehensively. + </p> + <p> + "We'll try to be ready for him," said Obed coolly, "but I don't mean to + borrow any trouble." + </p> + <p> + By this time their new acquaintance had satisfied his hunger. He turned + gratefully to Obed Stackpole. + </p> + <p> + "How can I thank you for your great kindness?" he said earnestly. "I feel + that you have saved my life." + </p> + <p> + "Tut, tut." said Obed, "I've only done as you would have done in my place. + Obed Stackpole isn't the man to let anyone go hungry when he has enough + and to spare. But finish your story, my friend. How long is it since you + parted company with that skunk, Fletcher?" + </p> + <p> + "I think it is only seven days, but it has seemed a month." + </p> + <p> + "And didn't you meet anybody humane enough to relieve your hunger?". + </p> + <p> + "Yes, during the first four days, but not for the last three. Part of the + time I lost my way, and did not meet anyone. I hope you will never know + such torments as I have known in that time." + </p> + <p> + "Amen to that! And now, my friend, what are your plans?" + </p> + <p> + "I should like to go back to Melbourne," said the stranger hesitatingly. + "If you say so, we'll fit you out with three days' provisions, and you can + push on." + </p> + <p> + "I hardly like to go alone." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry, for your sake, that we are going the other way. You see we + haven't made our pile yet, and must go on. I wish we were on our way back, + with our pockets well lined. Although you have been robbed, you've got a + good sum waiting for you in Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + "True; I shall be all right when I get there, but as I am at present + situated, it seems very uncertain when I shall have that good fortune." + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you what you'd better do, Granger. Come along with us, and join + the first party we meet bound for the city. You will, at all events, be + sure of your victuals till then." + </p> + <p> + "I believe your advice to be good, and will accept your kind invitation. + When I met you I was about worn out, but the tea and food have put new + life in me, and my strength has returned." + </p> + <p> + After an hour's halt, the little party resumed their march. They were + compelled to go so slowly, in consequence of the difficulties of the way, + not caring, of course, to get ahead of the oxen, that Granger was easily + able to keep up. He proved to be a pleasant addition to the party, and all + were glad to have exchanged Fletcher for him. They were not destined to + travel long together, however, for before nightfall they fell in with a + party of eight persons bound for Melbourne. The two parties halted, and + had a conference. Granger's story being told, they agreed to let him join + their party, in consideration of a fair compensation which he agreed to + make on his arrival at Melbourne. + </p> + <p> + "Good-by, Granger," said Obed, as they parted. "I think you're all right + now. I wish you good luck for the balance of your journey." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mr. Stackpole," said Granger, grasping the Yankee's hand + cordially. "If I do, I shall feel that I am indebted to you for my good + fortune. I shudder to think what would have been my fate if I hadn't + fallen in with you." + </p> + <p> + "Then don't think of it! Good-by. Perhaps we shall meet again." + </p> + <p> + Granger also shook hands with Harry and Jack, and so they parted on the + best of terms. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder whether we shall meet with any more of that mean skunk + Fletcher's victims," said Obed. "He's in a pretty mean business." + </p> + <p> + "There's no doubt about that," said Harry. "I'd rather live poor all my + life than live by fleecing my neighbors." + </p> + <p> + Toward the close of the day they entered a much pleasanter country. In + place of sandy clay, baked hard in the sun, alternating here and there + with a moist bog, they came to tall grass, trees of great height, and + meadows suitable for grazing. The cattle revelled in the rich feed, and + Obed suffered them to eat their fill, feeling that they had worked hard + and deserved it. Though it was rather earlier than usual, they decided to + encamp for the night near the margin of a creek, shaded by trees of a + gigantic size. + </p> + <p> + Harry looked longingly at the clear stream, and a vision rose before him + of a pond in his native town where he had been accustomed to bathe. + </p> + <p> + "Jack," said he, "let's have a swim." + </p> + <p> + "I'm with you," said Jack promptly. "I'll bet you a shilling I'll be in + the water first." + </p> + <p> + "I'll make a try for it anyway." But Jack, being more simply dressed, was + as good as his word, and plunged into the creek first. Harry was scarcely + half a minute behind. The boys swam, dived, and frolicked as boys of their + age will, and were loath to come out at the last. After their experience + of mud and heat the bath seemed to them delicious. + </p> + <p> + "I haven't enjoyed myself so much since I came to Australia," said Harry + with a deep sigh of satisfaction. "I wish I could have a bath every + evening." + </p> + <p> + "So do I," said Jack; "I mean to have another to-morrow morning." + </p> + <p> + They slept soundly all night, but early in the morning, as consciousness + returned, Harry was startled by the sound of hearty laughter. He looked at + Jack and Obed in amazement, but both were fast asleep. Indeed, the sound + seemed to come from above. He looked up into the tree beneath which they + had encamped, but could see no person concealed among the branches. He + did, however, notice a peculiar looking bird, and it dawned upon him that + the laughter proceeded from it. He remembered now to have heard of the + bird peculiar to Australia, popularly known as "the laughing jackass." + This was the first chance he had had of hearing it, and he woke up Obed + and Jack to hear it also. + </p> + <p> + "That beats all I ever heard," said Mr. Stackpole. "I wish he'd tell us + what's the joke, and we'll laugh too." + </p> + <p> + This was not the only sound they heard. A flock of white cockatoos were + roosting on the tree, and favored the party with their dissonant cries. + They are described as having "most sharp and rasping voices." + </p> + <p> + "If that's singing," said Obed. "I shan't be afraid to try it myself." + </p> + <p> + "Don't you sing, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Jack, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "I thought I could once, when I was in my teens. I attended a singing + school, and went in the attic one Sunday mornin' to practise. Soon my + father was at the foot of the stairs, and asked me what I meant by sawin' + boards up in the attic Sunday mornin'." + </p> + <p> + Of course the boys laughed, but in spite of Obed's disclaimer thought they + would prefer listening to him to the cockatoos. + </p> + <p> + They got ready to move at seven, the boys having made sure of a bath + first. They were not destined to proceed far, however. About ten o'clock, + as they were skirting the woods, six men on horseback rode out from the + leafy covert. They seemed inclined to dispute the passage of the party. + </p> + <p> + "What can they want?" ejaculated Harry, with a startled look. + </p> + <p> + "I expect they are bushrangers," said Obed. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. — FLETCHER TURNS UP AGAIN. + </h2> + <p> + Harry didn't need to be told that bushrangers in Australia correspond to + bandits in Italy and highwaymen in other countries. The escaped convicts + and desperate characters who are naturally attracted to a new country, + readily adopted the wild and lawless life of the bushrangers. Stories of + their outrages were common enough, and among the dangers apprehended in a + journey to or from the mines, that of meeting with a party of this gentry + was perhaps the most dreaded. + </p> + <p> + Though Obed Stackpole betrayed no emotion, but was outwardly quiet, his + heart sank within him when he saw the bushrangers strung along the road. + </p> + <p> + "I guess our trip to the mines must be given up," said he in a low voice + to Harry. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Harry had been scanning the faces of the men who confronted + them, and made a surprising discovery. + </p> + <p> + "Look, Obed," he said eagerly, "at that man on the extreme right." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stackpole did look. + </p> + <p> + "Dick Fletcher, as I'm a living sinner!" he ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + But at this point the leader of the bushrangers broke silence. + </p> + <p> + "Do you surrender?" he asked in brief, commanding accents. + </p> + <p> + "I think we shall have to, squire," answered Obed, to whom the demand was + naturally addressed. "But I would like to ask a question or two if you + don't mind." + </p> + <p> + "Go on." + </p> + <p> + "Are we prisoners of war? I didn't know for my part that there was any war + in this country." + </p> + <p> + "I have no time for foolish discussion," was the stern reply. "You must + give up what money you have about you." + </p> + <p> + "It's mighty inconvenient, squire. I'm a good many thousand miles away + from home, and——" + </p> + <p> + "Peace, fool! Produce whatever you have of value." + </p> + <p> + "I haven't got much. You've tackled the wrong man, squire." + </p> + <p> + "Fletcher, search that man!" said the captain of the band. + </p> + <p> + Dick Fletcher dismounted from his horse, and with evident alacrity + advanced to the side of the Yankee. + </p> + <p> + "I think we've met before," said Obed significantly. + </p> + <p> + "I think we have," said the outlaw, showing his teeth. "I told you we + should meet again." + </p> + <p> + "I can't say I'm overjoyed at the meeting. However, I respect you more + now, when you show yourself in your true colors, than when you sneaked up + to me at night, and searched my pockets, pretending all the while to be a + friend." + </p> + <p> + "Take care how you talk!" said Fletcher, frowning. "Yesterday you were + three to one, now you are in my power." + </p> + <p> + "So you're a highway robber, are you, Fletcher? Well, I can't say I'm very + much surprised. I guess that's what you're most fit for." + </p> + <p> + "Do you want me to kill you?" said Fletcher, touching his hip pocket. "It + isn't safe for you to insult me." + </p> + <p> + "Just so! You have a right to be brave with all them men at your side." + </p> + <p> + "What are you doing there, Dick Fletcher? Why don't you proceed to + business?" demanded the leader impatiently. + </p> + <p> + "Empty your pockets, Stackpole!" said Fletcher in a peremptory tone. + </p> + <p> + "All right." + </p> + <p> + The Yankee plunged his hands into his pockets, and produced in succession + a jackknife, a plug of tobacco, a bunch of keys, and a couple of buttons. + </p> + <p> + "Take them, Fletcher," he said, "if you want 'em more than I do." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean with this tomfoolery?" demanded Fletcher, perceiving an + impatient frown on the face of his chief. "Hand over your money." + </p> + <p> + "I guess you'll have to search me, Fletcher. You've done it before," + answered Obed imperturbably. "I've mislaid my money, and you may know + where it is better than I do." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher took him at his word, and proceeded to search, using some + roughness about it. + </p> + <p> + "Be careful, Fletcher," said Obed. "I'm a tender plant, and mustn't be + roughly handled." + </p> + <p> + Every pocket was searched, but no money was found. Dick Fletcher looked + puzzled. + </p> + <p> + "I can't find anything," he said to the captain. + </p> + <p> + "Rip open his clothes," said the leader impatiently. "He has some place of + concealment for his gold, but it won't avail. We shall find it." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher whipped out a knife and was about to obey directions, but Obed + anticipated him. + </p> + <p> + "I'll save you the trouble, Fletcher," he said. "As you're bound to have + the money, I may as well give it up. Just hand over that jack-knife, won't + you?" + </p> + <p> + Fletcher hesitated, not understanding his meaning. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I'll give it back to you if you want it, but I need it to get the + money." + </p> + <p> + Upon this the knife was given back to him. + </p> + <p> + Obed cut open the lining of his pantaloons, and drew out four five-pound + bank-notes. They were creased and soiled, but this did not impair their + value. + </p> + <p> + "I guess that's what you were after," said Obed. "I can't say you're + welcome to them, but that doesn't make any difference to you, I take it." + </p> + <p> + "Is that all you've got?" demanded the chief of the bushrangers, looking + very much disappointed. + </p> + <p> + "Every cent, squire." + </p> + <p> + The leader turned to Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "Didn't you tell us this man was well fixed?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I thought so," answered Fletcher, crestfallen. + </p> + <p> + "I thought you <i>knew</i> it. Why, this is a contemptibly small sum, and + doesn't pay for our trouble." + </p> + <p> + "You're right, squire," said Obed. "It aint worth carryin' away. You may + as well give it back, Fletcher." + </p> + <p> + "That's a different matter," continued the captain. "Once more, is that + all the money you have about you?" + </p> + <p> + "It is, squire." + </p> + <p> + "Be careful what you say, for if we catch you in a lie, we'll string you + up to the nearest tree." + </p> + <p> + "It's as true as preachin', squire. I never lie. I'm like Washington. I + dare say you've heard of him." + </p> + <p> + A further search was made, but no money was found, luckily for Obed, since + there is reason to believe that the outlaw would have carried out his + threat. + </p> + <p> + "The fellow here fooled you, Fletcher," said the captain sternly. "Take + care how you bring us any more false reports." + </p> + <p> + "There are the boys," suggested Fletcher, uncomfortable under the rebuke. + </p> + <p> + "Search them also." + </p> + <p> + This was done, or rather it would have been done, had not Harry and Jack, + fully realizing the futility of resistance, produced promptly all the + money they had. So much, however, had been spent on the outfit, that + between them they could only muster about seven pounds. + </p> + <p> + "Humph!" said the captain contemptuously, "that's a big haul, upon my + word!" + </p> + <p> + "There are the cattle and supplies," said Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "They will be of use. Here, Peter, do you and Hugh drive the team into the + woods, and prepare some dinner for the band. We will be there directly." + </p> + <p> + Two men, unmounted, who seemed to be servants, came forward, and proceeded + to obey orders. + </p> + <p> + "Hold on, squire!" exclaimed Obed in alarm. "You aint goin' to take our + team, are you?" + </p> + <p> + "Most certainly I am. If you had had a large sum in money, we would have + spared you this. As it is, we must have them." + </p> + <p> + "But we shall starve, without money or food." + </p> + <p> + "That is nothing to me." + </p> + <p> + "Well, boys, come along," said Obed in a despondent tone. "Our prospects + aint over bright, but something may turn up." + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile there was a quiet conference among the bushrangers. + </p> + <p> + "Hold!" said the captain, as Harry and Jack were about to leave the scene + with their older companion. "<i>You</i> can go," turning to Obed, "but the + boys remain with us." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. — TAKEN CAPTIVE. + </h2> + <p> + Harry and Jack exchanged a glance of dismay. To be stripped of all they + had was a serious misfortune but in addition to be made prisoners by the + bushrangers was something of which they had not dreamed. Obed, too, was + taken aback. He had become attached to his young companions, and he was + very sorry to part with them. He could not forbear a remonstrance. + </p> + <p> + "Look here, squire," he said familiarly to the captain, "what do you want + to keep the boys for? They won't do you any good, and it'll cost + considerable to keep 'em. They're pretty hearty." + </p> + <p> + Harry and Jack could not help laughing at this practical argument. + </p> + <p> + The captain of the bushrangers frowned. + </p> + <p> + "I am the best judge of that," he said. "You are lucky to be let off + yourself. Don't meddle with matters that don't concern you." + </p> + <p> + "Take me, if you want to," said Obed independently. "I shall be lonesome + without the boys." + </p> + <p> + "You had better go while there is a chance," said the captain menacingly. + "If you give me any more trouble, I will have my men tie you to a tree, + and leave you here." + </p> + <p> + Harry was afraid the threat would be carried out, and begged Obed to make + no further intercession. + </p> + <p> + "I have no doubt we shall meet again," he said. "These gentlemen will no + doubt release us soon." + </p> + <p> + He was by no means confident of this, but he thought it politic to take + things cheerfully. + </p> + <p> + "The boy has sense," said the captain approvingly. + </p> + <p> + "Well, good-by, boys," said Obed, wringing the hands of his two young + friends. "I shall feel awfully lonely, that's a fact, but as you say, we + may meet again." + </p> + <p> + "Good-by, Obed," said each boy, trying not to look as sorrowful as he + felt. + </p> + <p> + Obed Stackpole turned, and walked slowly away. His prospects were by no + means bright, for he was left without money or provisions in the + Australian wilderness, but at that moment he thought only of losing the + companionship of the two boys, and was troubled by the thought that they + might come to harm among the bushrangers. + </p> + <p> + "If I only knew where they were goin' to take 'em," he said to himself, + "I'd foller and see if I couldn't help 'em to escape." + </p> + <p> + To follow at once, however, he felt would be in the highest degree + imprudent, and he continued to move away slowly, but without any definite + idea of where he intended to go. + </p> + <p> + When Obed had disappeared, Fletcher came up to the boys, and said with a + smile: + </p> + <p> + "So you miss that Yankee, do you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I do," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + "You like him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Then I don't admire your taste. He's rough and uncouth, and is more + fitted for a farm laborer than for society." + </p> + <p> + "That may be," said Harry, "but he is honest and reliable." + </p> + <p> + He might perhaps unconsciously have emphasized the word honest. At any + rate, Fletcher so understood him, and took offence at the implication. + </p> + <p> + "Look here, young whipper-snapper," he said roughly, "you'd better take + care how you talk. You are in my power, and something will happen to you + if you are insolent." + </p> + <p> + "What have I said to offend you?" asked Harry, looking the bushranger + calmly in the face. "I am not speaking of you, but of Mr. Stackpole." + </p> + <p> + "You meant to insinuate that there was a difference between us." + </p> + <p> + "That ought not to offend you, as you have so poor an opinion of him." + </p> + <p> + Harry evidently had the best of it, and Fletcher felt cornered, for he did + not care to court the charge of dishonesty. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you didn't mean anything," he growled. "If so, all is well, but + you had best be careful." + </p> + <p> + "Follow me, men," said the leader. He turned his horse's head and rode + into the wood. + </p> + <p> + The eucalyptus trees are very tall, some attaining a height of hundreds of + feet. They begin to branch high up, and there being little if any + underbrush in the neighborhood, there was nothing to prevent the passage + of mounted horsemen. The ground was dry also, and the absence of bogs and + marshy ground was felt to be a great relief. + </p> + <p> + The boys were on foot, and so were two or three of the bushrangers' party. + As already intimated, they were of inferior rank and employed as + attendants. In general the party was silent, but the boys overheard a + little conversation between the captain and Dick Fletcher, who rode beside + him. + </p> + <p> + "You haven't distinguished yourself this time, Fletcher," said the chief + in a dissatisfied tone. "You led me think that this party had money enough + to repay us for our trouble." + </p> + <p> + "It isn't my fault," said Fletcher in an apologetic tone. "The Yankee + completely deceived me. He was always boasting of his money." + </p> + <p> + "He doesn't seem like that kind of a man," said the captain thoughtfully. + "What could have been his object?" + </p> + <p> + "He must have meant to fool me. I am ashamed to say he did." + </p> + <p> + "Couldn't you have found out whether his boasts were correct?" + </p> + <p> + "That is just what I tried to do," answered Fletcher. "I crept to his side + early one morning, and began to explore his pockets, but he woke up in an + instant and cut up rough. He seized me by the throat, and I thought he + would choke me. That made me think all the more that he carried a good + deal of money about with him." + </p> + <p> + "The boys, too—did you think they were worth plundering?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no, I never was deceived about them," replied Fletcher promptly. "I + concluded that, even if they had money, the Yankee was their guardian, and + took care of it. They are all Americans, you know." + </p> + <p> + He spoke glibly, and the captain appeared to credit his statements. The + boys listened with interest, and with a new appreciation of Fletcher's + character. They could easily have disproved one of his statements, for + they knew very well that Obed never boasted of his money, nor gave anyone + a right to suppose that he carried much with him. On this point he was + very reticent, and neither of them knew much of his circumstances. + However, it would have done no good to contradict Fletcher, for his word + with the captain would have outweighed theirs, and he would have found a + way to punish them for their interference. + </p> + <p> + "In future," said the captain, "I advise you to make sure that the game is + worth bagging. As it is, you have led us on a fool's errand." + </p> + <p> + "That may be," Fletcher admitted, "but it wasn't so last time. The Scotch + merchant bled freely, you must allow." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, you did better then." + </p> + <p> + As Harry listened he began to understand that Fletcher acted as a decoy, + to ingratiate himself with parties leaving Melbourne for the mines, and + then giving secret information to the bushrangers with whom he was + connected, enabling them to attack and plunder his unsuspecting + companions. + </p> + <p> + "That's a pretty mean sort of business," he said to Jack, when he had an + opportunity to speak to him without being overheard. "I'd rather be a + robber right out than lure people into danger." + </p> + <p> + "So would I," responded Jack. "That Fletcher's worse than a pirate." + </p> + <p> + Still they went on, so slowly that the boys, though compelled to walk, had + little difficulty in keeping up. They were necessarily anxious, but their + predominant feeling was of curiosity as to their destination, and as to + the bushrangers' mode of life. + </p> + <p> + At length they came out of the woods into more open ground. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. — THE HOME OF THE BUSHRANGERS. + </h2> + <p> + On a slight rise stood a collection of huts, covered with sheets of the + bark of the gum-tree, held on by ties of bullock hide. For the most part + they contained but one room each. One, however, was large and, the boys + afterward learned, was occupied by the captain of the bushrangers. Another + served as a stable for the horses of the party. + </p> + <p> + This Harry judged to be the home of the outlaws, for no sooner had they + come in sight of it than they leaped from their horses and led them up to + the stable, relieving them of their saddles. Then the bushrangers sat down + on the ground, and lounged at their ease. The attendants forthwith made + preparations for a meal, appropriating the stores which had just been + taken from Obed and the boys. The captives were not sorry that there was a + prospect of a meal, for by this time they were hungry. They followed the + example of their companions, and threw themselves down on the ground. Next + to them was a young bushranger, apparently about twenty-two years of age, + who had a pleasant face, indicative of good humor. + </p> + <p> + "How do you like our home?" he asked, turning to Harry with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "It is a pleasant place," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + "How would you like to live here?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I should like it," Harry replied honestly. + </p> + <p> + "And why not? Is it not better than to be pent up in a city? Here we + breathe the pure air of the woods; we listen to the songs of the birds; we + are not chained to the desk or confined from morning till night in a close + office." + </p> + <p> + "That is true, but are there not some things you do not like about it?" + asked Harry significantly. + </p> + <p> + "Such as what?" + </p> + <p> + "Is it not better to earn your living, even if you are chained to a desk, + than to get it as you do?" + </p> + <p> + Harry felt that he was rather bold in asking this question, but he was + reassured by the pleasant face of the young outlaw. + </p> + <p> + "Well," admitted the latter, "there are some objections to our life." + </p> + <p> + "It would not do for all to get their living as you do." + </p> + <p> + "That is true. Some must work, in order that others may relieve them of a + portion of their property." + </p> + <p> + "Are you not afraid of being interfered with?" + </p> + <p> + "By the mounted police?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "We are strong enough to overcome them," said the bushranger carelessly. + </p> + <p> + "What is the name of your captain?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Stockton. No doubt you heard of him in Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + Harry shook his head. + </p> + <p> + The outlaw seemed surprised. "I thought everybody in Australia had heard + of Ben Stockton," he said. "He has a great name," he added with evident + pride. "He is as strong as a lion, fears nothing, and his name is + associated with some of the most daring robberies that have ever taken + place in this country." + </p> + <p> + "And still he is free," said Harry suggestively. + </p> + <p> + "The authorities are afraid of him. They have offered a reward for his + capture, but it doesn't trouble him. He only laughs at it." + </p> + <p> + They were far enough away from the rest of the party to carry on their + conversation unheard—otherwise, neither Harry nor his informant + would have ventured to speak with so much freedom. At this eulogium, + however, Harry scanned, with some curiosity, the face and figure of the + famous bushranger, who was sitting about three rods distant. He was a man + of large frame, powerfully built, with hair and beard black as night, and + keen, penetrating eyes that seemed to look through those upon whom they + were fixed. He had about him an air of command and conscious authority, so + that the merest stranger could not mistake his office. About his mouth + there was something which indicated sternness and cruelty. He was a man to + inspire fear, and Harry, after a steady examination, felt no surprise at + the man's reputation. + </p> + <p> + "How long has he been captain?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Ever since I joined the band," answered the young man. "I don't know how + much longer." + </p> + <p> + "How long have you been a member of the band?" + </p> + <p> + "Five years." + </p> + <p> + "You must have been a mere boy when you joined." + </p> + <p> + "I was seventeen. I am twenty-two now." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to ask you a question, but you may not like to answer it." + </p> + <p> + "Go on! If I don't care to answer, I will tell you so." + </p> + <p> + "What induced you to join the bushrangers?" + </p> + <p> + "I will tell you," said the young man, showing neither offence nor + reluctance. "I was employed in Melbourne in a business establishment. One + of my fellow-clerks stole some money, and, to screen himself, managed to + implicate me by concealing a part of the stolen money in my coat pocket. I + knew no way to prove my innocence, and my employer was not a man to show + pity, so I escaped from Melbourne and took refuge in the bush. There I + fell in with Captain Stockton, who offered me a place in his band. I + accepted, and here I am." + </p> + <p> + "But for the act of your fellow clerk you would have been an honest + business man today, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Very likely." + </p> + <p> + "What a pity!" said Harry regretfully, for he was much attracted by the + open face and pleasant manners of the young man. + </p> + <p> + "So I thought at first, but I became used to it. After a while I grew to + like the free life of the bush." + </p> + <p> + "I don't call it free. You can't go back to Melbourne for fear of arrest." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, I have been there several times," said the young man carelessly. + </p> + <p> + "How did you manage it?" asked Harry, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + "I disguised myself. Sometimes the captain sends me on special business." + </p> + <p> + "Like Fletcher?" asked Harry quickly. + </p> + <p> + "No; I shouldn't like that work. It suits him, however." + </p> + <p> + "I never should have taken you for a bushranger. You look too honest." + </p> + <p> + The other laughed. + </p> + <p> + "I think I was meant to be an honest man," he said. "That is, I am better + suited to it. But fate ordained otherwise." + </p> + <p> + "Fate?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I believe that everything that happens to us is fated, and could not + have been otherwise." + </p> + <p> + "You think, then, that you were fated to be a bushranger?" + </p> + <p> + "I am sure of it." + </p> + <p> + "That, then, accounts for it not troubling you." + </p> + <p> + "You are right. We can't kick against fate, you know." + </p> + <p> + "I shouldn't like to believe as you do," said Harry earnestly. + </p> + <p> + "You'll come to believe it sooner or later," said the outlaw, with an air + of conviction. + </p> + <p> + "Then what is the use of trying to lead a good and honorable life?" + </p> + <p> + "That's just what I say. There isn't any use." + </p> + <p> + Harry had never before met anyone holding such views of fate. He was + interested, but repelled. He felt that he could not and would not accept + any such idea, and he said so. + </p> + <p> + "You'll change your mind after you become one of us," said his companion. + </p> + <p> + "After what?" ejaculated Harry. + </p> + <p> + "After you become one of us." + </p> + <p> + "But that will never be. How can you think such a thing!" + </p> + <p> + "Because I know it is to be. Why do you think the captain brought you + here? He had your money, and couldn't get any more out of you." + </p> + <p> + "Do you really mean what you say?" asked Harry, his heart filled with a + sickening apprehension that this might be true. + </p> + <p> + "Of course I do. The captain likes young people. You two boys are smart + and bright, and he is going to make you members of the band." + </p> + <p> + "He can't! I'll die first!" exclaimed Harry with suppressed energy. + </p> + <p> + "You will see. But hush! don't speak so loud. For my part I shall be very + glad to have you among us. You will be companions for me. You are only + about a year younger than I was when I joined." + </p> + <p> + At this moment their companion was called away, and Harry, bending toward + Jack, whispered in his ear: "I am afraid he is right about the captain's + intentions. We must try to escape as soon as there is any chance." + </p> + <p> + "I'm with you," Jack whispered back. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. — A TRIAL AND ITS TRAGIC FINALE. + </h2> + <p> + Harry was very much disturbed by the communication of his new + acquaintance, whose name he ascertained to be Wyman. It was not very + pleasant, of course, to be a prisoner, but this he could have borne, being + confident, sooner or later, of escaping. But to be forced to join these + lawless men, and render himself, like them, an outlaw and outcast from + respectable society, seemed terrible. He determined that, come what would, + he would preserve his integrity and his honest name. He might be + ill-treated, but they could not force him to become a bushranger. He + talked the matter over with Jack, and the young sailor agreed with him. + </p> + <p> + Presently the meal was ready, and the two boys were served with the rest. + Notwithstanding their precarious position, each ate heartily It takes a + good deal to spoil the appetite of a growing boy. + </p> + <p> + After eating, the captain, clearing his throat, addressed the band: + </p> + <p> + "My men," he said, "we have refreshed ourselves by eating, and now a less + pleasant scene awaits us. I am your captain, and to me you have sworn + implicit obedience. Is it not so?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, yes!" answered the bushrangers. + </p> + <p> + "It is a necessity of our position. We have withdrawn from the world, and + we lead a free, untrammelled life in the bush. We scorn the laws that the + colonists have made, and prefer to govern ourselves. Is this so?" + </p> + <p> + There was a hoarse murmur of assent. + </p> + <p> + "As a consequence," the captain proceeded, "we are hunted like wild + beasts. Our enemies have laid plots to ensnare us, but thus far they have + not succeeded. While we stand together we are safe." + </p> + <p> + Again there were signs of assent and approval as Captain Stockton paused. + </p> + <p> + "But one thing is essential. There must be no traitor, no malcontents + among us. A large reward has been offered for my apprehension—five + thousand pounds! It shows how much they are afraid of us," and he raised + his head with unconscious pride. "Against open enemies we can hold our + own, but not against the secret foe who sits beside us as a friend, and + eats and drinks with us. When such a one is found, what shall be his + fate?" + </p> + <p> + He paused for a reply, and it came from the lips of all in one stern word—"Death!" + </p> + <p> + "I am answered," said the captain. "The sentence has been pronounced, not + by my lips but by your own." + </p> + <p> + Here he turned to two attendants, who were stationed near at hand. "Bring + forth the traitor," he said. + </p> + <p> + The two men disappeared within one of the huts, and immediately + reappeared, leading behind them a third, with his hands tied behind him. + His face was covered by a black cloth, which effectually screened his + features from the general observation. All eyes were turned on the unhappy + man. Harry and Jack regarded the scene with painful interest. They guessed + what was coming. + </p> + <p> + "Complete your task!" said the captain with a wave of his hand. + </p> + <p> + The two guards set the offender with his back to a tree, and producing a + rope, quickly passed it round his waist and tied him securely, with his + screened face toward the band. + </p> + <p> + "Wretch!" said the captain in a terrible voice, "you thought to betray us, + and expose us to punishment and death, but the doom which you were ready + to bring upon us has recoiled upon yourself. You would have sold your + captain and comrades for gold. They have pronounced your doom, and it is + <i>Death!</i> Have you anything to say?" + </p> + <p> + The victim did not speak, but slowly inclined his head in hopeless + submission to his fate. + </p> + <p> + "You have nothing to say for yourself. Is there anyone to speak for you?" + </p> + <p> + One of the bushrangers sprang forward impetuously. "Yes, captain, I will + speak for him." + </p> + <p> + Captain Stockton frowned fiercely, but uttered one word, "Speak!" + </p> + <p> + The daring outlaw, who had stepped forward a little from the line, + commenced: "This man is my brother. We were nursed by the same mother, we + played together by the same fireside, we grew into manhood together, and + together we joined this band of brothers." + </p> + <p> + He paused a moment, and the captain said briefly, "Well?" + </p> + <p> + "Now," continued the brother, "you would condemn him to a shameful death, + which he does not deserve." + </p> + <p> + "What!" exclaimed the captain, his face becoming pale with anger; "what do + you dare to say? Do you question the justice of our sentence? Would you + excuse a traitor?" + </p> + <p> + "He is no traitor!" said the brother boldly. + </p> + <p> + "Was he not caught attempting to escape? Answer me instantly." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but he had no intention of betraying any of us." + </p> + <p> + "What then was his object?" demanded Captain Stockton sternly. + </p> + <p> + "He meant to leave you. He had become tired of the life of a bushranger. + He wished to return to the paths of honesty, and live by labor at some + respectable trade." + </p> + <p> + "And why was this? Why, after so many years, had he become tired of our + noble independence?" + </p> + <p> + "In one of his missions, undertaken in the interest of the fraternity, he + had made the acquaintance of a young girl, modest and attractive. He + wished to marry her, but as a bushranger he knew this was impossible. + Therefore, he resolved to leave our band, and enter upon a new life. He + would never have uttered a word to imperil the safety of his captain or + his comrades." + </p> + <p> + "And you expect us to believe this?" said the captain with a sneer. + </p> + <p> + "I do. I swear it is true." + </p> + <p> + "And what do you expect me to do, Robert Graham?" + </p> + <p> + "To consider his temptations, and to show mercy upon him." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps also you expect me to release him, and bid him go his way to the + maiden who is waiting for him." + </p> + <p> + "It would be a generous act." + </p> + <p> + "But I am not so generous," said the captain. "Your plea is ingenious, but + I put no faith in it. It is utterly improbable. You and your brother have + been with us for seven years. You have become accustomed to our ways. He + was faithful and loyal till the love of gold made him a traitor. What he + sought was blood money." + </p> + <p> + "No, a thousand times, no!" exclaimed the brother earnestly. + </p> + <p> + "I say it is so," said Captain Stockton harshly. "It is plain to every + member of the band. Yet, because you have never transgressed, I have been + willing to listen to you, remembering that he is your brother." + </p> + <p> + "Spare his life at least; even if you are convinced that he is guilty. He + has not lived his life half out. Be merciful!" + </p> + <p> + "I cannot," answered the captain in an inflexible tone. "If I yielded to + such a weakness all discipline would be at an end. If treachery is to be + pardoned, who knows which one among you might be the next to imitate the + example of this man. No! justice is stern, and punishment must be + inflicted. The guilty must be punished though the heavens fall. Men, stand + aside!" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="linkimage-0001" id="linkimage-0001"> IMG--></a> + </p> + <p> + This was addressed to the two men who stood, one on each side of the + condemned bushranger. + </p> + <p> + They obeyed the command of their chief and he, raising his revolver, + pointed it at the breast of the unhappy offender. + </p> + <p> + There was a moment of intense excitement. Harry and Jack were spellbound. + Their faces were pale, and wore an expression of horror. They were about + to see a human life taken. They could hardly forbear uttering a groan. + </p> + <p> + The silence was broken by a sharp, explosive sound. The deadly weapon had + done its work; but it was not the captive who had received the winged + messenger of death. It was the captain himself who staggered and with one + convulsive movement fell prone to the earth. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. — ELECTION OF A NEW CAPTAIN. + </h2> + <p> + The excitement among the bushrangers was intense. Simultaneously they + started forward, and two of them, bending over, lifted the body of their + prostrate leader. But he was already dead. The bullet had reached his + heart, and probably he never knew what hurt him. + </p> + <p> + Robert Graham, the man who had caused his death, stood erect and + unflinching. + </p> + <p> + He threw his weapon upon the ground, folded his arms, and said, in a tone + devoid of fear: "Comrades, do with me what you will. I could not help + doing what I did. It was either my brother's life or his. Sandy was + innocent of the crime charged against him. He had no thought of treachery, + though he did mean to leave your ranks. Is there anyone among you that + would stand by and see his brother murdered before his eyes when he had + the means of preventing it?" + </p> + <p> + The bushrangers looked at each other in doubt. They had at first accepted + the captain's statement that Sandy Graham was a traitor. His brother's + explanation of his attempted desertion put a new face on the matter. Then, + again, there was not one among them that had not tired of their despotic + leader. Alive, he had impressed them with fear, and held them in strict + subordination, but he was far from popular, and had no real friend among + them. So, though they were startled and shocked, there was no one to shed + a tear over the dead. It was a moment of doubt when a leader was wanted. + </p> + <p> + "Well," said Robert Graham, after a pause, "what are you going to do with + me? I wait your pleasure." + </p> + <p> + "He ought to be served as he served the captain," said Fletcher, who + disliked Graham, and had always been a toady to Captain Stockton. + </p> + <p> + "I say no," rejoined Rupert Ring, a man of medium height, but of great + muscular development. "It was a terrible deed, but had my brother—I + have a brother in England, whom I have not seen for fifteen years—been + in Sandy Graham's shoes, I would have done the same." + </p> + <p> + There was a half murmur, which seemed like approval. + </p> + <p> + "And after all," continued Ring, "though Sandy Graham was in fault, he is + not the first man that has been beguiled by a fair face." + </p> + <p> + "No, no!" was heard from several of the bushrangers. + </p> + <p> + "I don't wish to speak ill of the dead, but he drew the reins too tight at + times. He forgot that we have rights." + </p> + <p> + Again there was a murmur of assent. It was evident that he was carrying + his comrades with him. + </p> + <p> + "I move, therefore, that we pass over Robert Graham's deed as one to which + he was impelled by brotherly affection, and that we restore Sandy Graham + to his place in our ranks, on condition that he does not repeat the + offence. Those who agree with me, hold up their right hands." + </p> + <p> + All hands were raised except that of Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "Release the prisoner," said Ring, turning to the two attendants. + </p> + <p> + Instantly the rope was cut, the dark cloth was removed, and Sandy Graham, + a tall, athletic, good-looking fellow, stepped forth, his face pale from + the terrible strain to which he had been subjected. + </p> + <p> + "Comrades, brothers," he said, in a voice indicating deep emotion, "I + thank you for giving me back my life. It shall be devoted to your + service." + </p> + <p> + The first to press forward, and grasp his hand convulsively was his + brother, Robert Graham. + </p> + <p> + "Robert," said Sandy, "but for your brave act I should have been lying + dead instead of him," and he pointed, with a shudder, to the dead captain. + </p> + <p> + "For your sake, Sandy," said Robert solemnly, "I have shed human blood. To + save your life, I have become a murderer." + </p> + <p> + "No, Robert, you cannot be called that any more than if you had shed blood + in self-defence." + </p> + <p> + Their conversation was interrupted by Rupert Ring. + </p> + <p> + "Comrades," he said, "the captain is dead. We can do nothing without a + leader. We should appoint one at once." + </p> + <p> + Here Fletcher pushed forward. + </p> + <p> + "I am the oldest in service among you," he said. "I was the trusted friend + of Captain Stockton. I submit that I have the best claim to be your + leader." + </p> + <p> + But among bushrangers, as in other communities, the man who is the most + anxious to secure office is very apt to be left in the lurch. Now, it + happened that Fletcher was by no means a favorite in the band. He was sly + and sneaking in his methods, currying favor with the captain, even at the + expense of manliness and self-respect, and there were serious doubts as to + his courage. If he had been wiser, he would not have made a boast of his + standing with the late leader, for the men were heartily tired of his + tyranny, and resolved to elect someone in his place who bore no similarity + to him. + </p> + <p> + Rupert Ring smiled slightly as he heard Fletcher's modest claim. + </p> + <p> + "Comrades," he said, "you have heard Fletcher's appeal. It is true that he + is the oldest in service among you. It is for you to consider whether that + entitles him to the post of leader. Those of you who are in favor of Dick + Fletcher as your leader will signify it by raising your right hands." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher's eye wandered anxiously around the circle. To his chagrin not a + single hand was raised save his own. There was a cheer of derision which + brought an angry flush to his cheek. + </p> + <p> + Then a clear voice was heard. It was that of the young man, Wyman, whose + conversation with the two boys has already been recorded. + </p> + <p> + "I nominate Rupert Ring for our leader," he said. + </p> + <p> + There was a chorus of approval, which emboldened Wyman to add: "As he + can't very well put the question on his own nomination, I will do so. + Those of you who want Ring for your captain, please hold up your right + hands." All hands were raised except that of Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "That settles it," said Wyman, who was unversed in parliamentary language. + "I call for three cheers for Captain Ring!" + </p> + <p> + The woods echoed to the lusty cheers of the bushrangers. It was evident, + from the general expression of satisfaction, that the choice was a popular + one. + </p> + <p> + "Comrades," said the new captain modestly, "I did not look for this + promotion, as you may have thought from my taking the lead just now, but I + saw that it was necessary for somebody to act. I don't know whether you + have made a wise choice or not, but I will do my best to make you think + so. Since I am your captain, it is my duty first to see that proper honor + is paid to the remains of your late captain, whom sudden death has + overtaken. You two lift the body and carry it into yonder cabin." + </p> + <p> + The two attendants did so. + </p> + <p> + "Prepare a coffin, and at daybreak we will commit him to the earth. + Whatever else may be said of him, he was a brave man, and knew not fear." + </p> + <p> + "That is true," said Robert Graham in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + "As to his faults, those we have no further concern with. All of us have + faults and no doubt grave ones." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher, till now, had sulked in silence. He was terribly disappointed + that he had been passed over and Rupert Ring promoted to the place of + chief, but since it was so he felt that it was politic to stand well with + the new administration. + </p> + <p> + "Captain Ring," he said, extending his hand, "let me be the first to + congratulate you on your election as our captain." + </p> + <p> + Ring smiled slightly. He had never liked Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "I accept your congratulations, Fletcher," he said, "and condole with you + on your own disappointment. We can't all be leaders." + </p> + <p> + "I hope to enjoy your favor, as I did that of Captain Stockton," continued + Fletcher smoothly. + </p> + <p> + "That will depend on yourself," said Ring shortly. + </p> + <p> + "I would like to suggest that the two boys"—here Fletcher turned in + the direction where Harry and Jack had been standing, and ejaculated in + dismay, "I don't see them. What has become of them?" + </p> + <p> + "They have taken advantage of the excitement and confusion to run away, I + fancy," said the new captain quietly. + </p> + <p> + This was quite true. Just after the fatal shot had been fired, and the + attention of all had been taken up by the tragedy, Harry had whispered to + Jack, "Now's our time to escape, Jack. Follow me!" + </p> + <p> + "I'm with you," responded Jack promptly, and no one noticed the two as + they vanished among the trees. + </p> + <p> + "Shall I go after them, Captain Ring?" asked Fletcher in excitement. "I'll + take another man, and scour the woods for them." + </p> + <p> + "It is not necessary," said Ring indifferently. "Let them go! They would + only be in our way." + </p> + <p> + "But," protested Fletcher, "Captain Stockton meant to take them into the + band. They are bright and smart boys, and would grow up into useful + members." + </p> + <p> + "Heaven forbid!" said Ring earnestly. "Our lives are spoiled already, and + we have no chance but to continue. Leave them to grow up innocent." + </p> + <p> + "This is strange talk for a captain of bushrangers," said Fletcher, + disappointed. + </p> + <p> + "Remember that I am your captain," retorted Ring sharply, "and don't + attempt to interfere with me! Go, I would be alone." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher slunk away, mortified and disappointed. It was well for the two + boys that he had not been elected captain. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. — LOST IN THE WOODS. + </h2> + <p> + Yes, the two boys had escaped. When the excitement produced by the fatal + shot was at its height, it had flashed upon Harry like an inspiration that + then, if ever, was the time to escape. He knew that it would be at the + risk of their lives, and but for one consideration it is doubtful if he + would have been willing to incur the peril of the attempt. But he felt + that to stay was to run a risk as great that of being compelled to join + the ranks of the bushrangers, and of that he had a great dread. + </p> + <p> + The boys never stopped running till they had set half a mile between them + and the camp of the bushrangers. Jack was the first to show distress. + </p> + <p> + "Hold on, Harry," he said, panting, "I am all out of breath." + </p> + <p> + Harry instantly slackened his speed. + </p> + <p> + "Look back, Jack," he said anxiously; "see if you can discover anyone + pursuing us." + </p> + <p> + "I see no one," answered Jack after a prolonged look. + </p> + <p> + "They have other things to think of," said Harry. "The murder of their + captain has put all thoughts of us out of their heads. When the excitement + has subsided a little, I am afraid they will look for us. How terrible it + was!" he added with a shudder. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," returned Jack. "I saw that man—the captive's brother—lift + his weapon and point it at the captain. Almost before I could speak it was + discharged and the captain fell. He must have been killed instantly." + </p> + <p> + "I little thought what lay before me when I left home," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I wish I knew what lies before us now," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid our prospects are rather dark. We must take care at any rate + not to fall again into the hands of the bushrangers. I am most afraid of + that man Fletcher. If he could have his way, he would show us no mercy." + </p> + <p> + "Let us go on again," said Jack. "I only stopped to catch my breath." + </p> + <p> + "You are right, Jack. The farther we get away from the bushrangers the + better." + </p> + <p> + Before them was a densely wooded hill. The way had become difficult with + the scrub bushes that filled up the distance between the trees. The latter + were no longer the same which they had hitherto encountered, the tall and + stately eucalyptus, but were smaller and wider branched. + </p> + <p> + "We can't make our way here, Harry," said Jack despondently. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, we can. Besides, don't you see, the rougher and more difficult + the way, the less are we likely to be followed. I am willing to go through + a good deal to save capture." + </p> + <p> + "So am I," answered Jack. "You are always right. Push ahead, and I'll + follow." + </p> + <p> + For three or four hours the boys kept on their way. They surmounted the + hill, and found a clearer country. Finally, turning to the right they came + upon an open tract. By this time it was growing dark, and the boys were + feeling both fatigued and hungry. + </p> + <p> + "I think we can rest now, Jack," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + With a sigh of relief Jack threw himself on the ground. + </p> + <p> + "This is worse than any work I did on shipboard," he said. + </p> + <p> + Harry smiled. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think it is likely to cure you of your love for the sea, Jack," + he said. "Though I haven't your fondness for sea life, I confess I would + rather be on the deck of a good stanch ship than here." + </p> + <p> + "Harry," said Jack anxiously, "when do you think we shall find something + to eat? I am terribly hungry." + </p> + <p> + "So am I, Jack. It's the hard walk that has increased our appetite." + </p> + <p> + "I have often thought I might be afloat in an open boat without anything + to eat, but I never expected to be caught in such a pickle on land." + </p> + <p> + "A good many things have happened to us to-day that we didn't expect," + said Harry. "Do you know, Jack, it seems the longest day I ever spent?" + </p> + <p> + "I can say the same." + </p> + <p> + "This morning we set out with Obed, free from care. We have been captured + by bushrangers, taken to their camp, seen the murder of their leader, + escaped, and after walking for miles through a rough wilderness here we + are, tired out and in danger of starvation." + </p> + <p> + "Don't say any more, Harry," said Jack faintly. "I can realize it without + your description." + </p> + <p> + "I wish Obed were with us," said Harry, after a pause. "Perhaps he could + think of some way out of our trouble. He is an experienced man, and is + used to roughing it. As for me, I feel helpless." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think there is likely to be any house near at hand?" + </p> + <p> + "It doesn't look like it," said Harry, shaking his head. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I should mind much being caught and carried back by the + bushrangers, if they would give me a good supper," said Jack ruefully. + </p> + <p> + "Poor Jack!" said Harry compassionately; "I do believe you are suffering + for food." + </p> + <p> + "I told you so, Harry." + </p> + <p> + "My appetite no doubt will come later. At present I am not very + uncomfortable. Well, Jack, there is only one thing to do. We must explore + further and see if we can find any trace of a human habitation. Suppose + you go to yonder knoll, and climb the tree at the top. Then use your eyes + for all they are worth. They are better than mine, at any rate, for you + are accustomed to use them at sea. All sailors, I have heard, are + farsighted." + </p> + <p> + Jack was ready to obey Harry, feeling much more confidence in his judgment + and discretion than in his own. He accordingly followed his advice, and + with a sailor's agility mounted the tree. Then shading his eyes with his + hand, he looked earnestly, first in one direction, then in another. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Jack?" inquired Harry anxiously, for he, too, appreciated the + gravity of their situation. + </p> + <p> + There was a pause; then Jack called out joyfully: "I see a light: yes, I + am sure I see a light." + </p> + <p> + "Whereaway?" + </p> + <p> + "Straight ahead, or a little to the left." + </p> + <p> + "Take a good look, Jack, so as to be sure of your bearings. Then we will + make our way toward it with the best speed we can muster." + </p> + <p> + Jack scrambled down from the tree with his face actually cheerful. The + prospect of a meal had put new life into him. + </p> + <p> + "Follow me!" he said. "I don't think it can be more than a mile away." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. — THE SHEPHERD'S HUT. + </h2> + <p> + Not feeling their fatigue so much now that they were buoyed up by the hope + of shelter and food, the two boys plodded on. The way was at times + difficult, and there was no glimpse of the light which Jack had seen from + the tree-top. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think you are on the right track, Jack?" asked Harry anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I feel sure of it," answered the young sailor. + </p> + <p> + "It would be very unlucky if we had wandered from the right direction." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I should feel like lying down and giving up, but I am sure I am + right." + </p> + <p> + Events proved that Jack was right. They came to an open place, from which + they could distinctly see the light gleaming from a dwelling only forty + rods away. + </p> + <p> + "There, what did I tell you?" demanded Jack triumphantly. + </p> + <p> + "You are right, Jack. I am glad enough to admit it. Now the question is, + will the people who occupy the house let us in?" + </p> + <p> + "They can't be so inhuman as to refuse. Pass on, Harry." + </p> + <p> + They were not long in reaching the hut. It was one of those slab huts + which are used by shepherds. They are lonely enough, the stations being in + some instances twenty miles from the nearest dwelling. This was a single + dwelling, the home of one of the out keepers. The chief stations are + usually an aggregation of dwellings. In the yard was a pile of wood for + fuel. Close at hand was a paddock surrounded by a rail fence, over which + hung a number of sheepskins. All these evidences of habitation cheered the + hearts of the lonely boys. + </p> + <p> + Harry went up to the door and knocked. + </p> + <p> + His knock appeared to create some commotion inside. A voice was heard, and + then there was audible the barking of a dog, but no one came to the door. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose you knock again, Harry," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "They must have heard my first knock. Perhaps they don't want to let us + in." + </p> + <p> + However, Harry knocked again. + </p> + <p> + Again the dog inside barked, this time with fierce emphasis. + </p> + <p> + "Is there no one inside but the dog?" thought Harry anxiously. Having no + weapon with him, he took a piece of a broken rail, so that in case of + necessity he might have a means of defence. + </p> + <p> + He was about to venture on a third knock when a tremulous voice, which the + boys at once recognized as that of a girl, was heard from within. + </p> + <p> + "Who are you? What do you want?" + </p> + <p> + "We are two boys who have lost our way, and are almost starved," answered + Harry. "For Heaven's sake let us in, and give us something to eat." + </p> + <p> + There was a pause, the girl being evidently undecided. + </p> + <p> + "Are there only two of you?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "Only two." + </p> + <p> + "You are sure there is no one with you?" + </p> + <p> + "No one." + </p> + <p> + "And you are boys?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "What brings you here—in this lonely place, at this hour?" + </p> + <p> + "We are on our way to the gold-fields of Bendigo." + </p> + <p> + "But this is off the road." + </p> + <p> + "I know it. The fact is, we were captured by the bushrangers, and have + made our escape. We plunged into the woods, thinking we were less likely + to be caught and carried back." + </p> + <p> + There was a change in the girl's tone as she said: "Is this really true? + You are not bushrangers yourselves?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I hope not," answered Harry with a boyish laugh. + </p> + <p> + This laugh, which sounded natural and genuine, evidently inspired the girl + with confidence. + </p> + <p> + "If I let you in, will you promise to do no mischief?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "You shall have no cause to regret admitting us, we promise that." + </p> + <p> + There was still a little pause of indecision, and then a bolt was drawn, + and the door opened. The two boys saw in the doorway a pleasant-faced girl + of fourteen, whose eyes fell upon them not without a shade of anxiety. But + when she saw that the two visitors were boys not much older than herself, + there was a look of relief, and she said: "I will trust you. Come in if + you like. Hush, Bruno!" + </p> + <p> + This was addressed to a large shepherd dog that stood beside her, eying + them suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + A weight seemed lifted from the hearts of the two boys, as they caught + sight of the comfortable interior of the hut. On the one side of the room + was a large open fireplace, on which a good fire was burning. The + flickering flames helped illumine the apartment, and diffused a home-like + air, which was most grateful to the two tired wanderers. + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind to admit us," said Harry. "You have no idea how great a + favor it is." + </p> + <p> + "I would have let you in before, but I thought you might be bushrangers," + said the girl. + </p> + <p> + "We don't look much like bushrangers, do we?" said Harry with a smile. + </p> + <p> + The girl smiled too. She was evidently pleased with the appearance of her + two visitors. + </p> + <p> + "No; if I had seen you, I should have known better than to think you + belonged to their band. Come in and sit down by the fire." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you." + </p> + <p> + Harry and Jack seated themselves on a settle near the fire, and the girl + continued to eye them curiously. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are boys," she said. + </p> + <p> + "We don't call ourselves men yet," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I never saw a boy before," was the unexpected remark of their young + hostess. + </p> + <p> + "WHAT!" ejaculated the two boys in concert. + </p> + <p> + "I scarcely ever saw anybody," explained the girl. "My father and I live + here alone, and have lived here for years. He has a flock of fifteen + hundred sheep to watch and tend. Sometimes another shepherd calls here, + and we had a visit from the bushrangers last year." + </p> + <p> + "It must be very lonely for you," said Harry in a sympathetic tone. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is; but I am used to it. Father is away all day, but he leaves + Bruno to keep me company." + </p> + <p> + "Come here, Bruno!" said Jack in a coaxing tone. + </p> + <p> + Bruno eyed Jack dubiously, and finally walked up to him deliberately, and + allowed himself to be stroked. + </p> + <p> + "Bruno doesn't think we are bushrangers," said Jack, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "He did at first, though," the girl replied with an answering smile. "Have + you been walking all day?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; the greater part of the day." + </p> + <p> + "Then you must be hungry." + </p> + <p> + "We are almost starved!" said Harry tragically. "Are we not, Jack?" + </p> + <p> + "I am quite starved," said the young sailor. + </p> + <p> + "Then I must get you some supper," said the girl in a hospitable tone. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said Harry earnestly. "Will you let me know your name?" he + asked. + </p> + <p> + "My name is Lucy." + </p> + <p> + "My grandmother's name was Lucy," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Then you may look upon me as your grandmother," said the girl demurely. + </p> + <p> + Of course all three laughed heartily at this absurdity. Then Lucy moved + about with quick steps, and soon a goodly supper of mutton-chops was + fizzling in the frying-pan, sending forth savory odors that made their + mouths water. Presently Lucy drew out a table, and placed upon it the + chops and some cold bread. + </p> + <p> + "I would boil some potatoes," she said, "but you might not like to wait so + long." + </p> + <p> + "I think we won't wait, Lucy." + </p> + <p> + "You haven't told me your name," said Lucy as they drew up to the table. + </p> + <p> + "My name is Harry Vane," said the possessor of that name. + </p> + <p> + "And mine is Jack Pendleton." + </p> + <p> + "Harry and Jack," repeated Lucy, nodding. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "And where do you come from?" + </p> + <p> + "From America." + </p> + <p> + "Isn't that a long way off?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, thousands of miles off; seven or eight, I think." + </p> + <p> + "You are very young to walk so far," said Lucy, "but perhaps you rode. Did + the bushrangers steal your horses?" + </p> + <p> + "We came over the sea," said Harry. "Jack is a sailor." + </p> + <p> + Lucy looked at Jack curiously, as if a sailor were a strange species of + animal. + </p> + <p> + At this point Bruno raised his head, looked toward the door, and began to + bark. + </p> + <p> + "I think my father must be close by," said Lucy. "Bruno is always the + first to hear him." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. — A WELCOME IN THE WILDS. + </h2> + <p> + Before Lucy could reach the door, it was opened, and a stalwart man of + middle age paused on the threshold, in evident surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Whom have you here, Lucy?" he asked in a tone of displeasure. + </p> + <p> + "Two boys, papa, who came here in distress, having lost their way." + </p> + <p> + "Did I not caution you against admitting strangers?" continued her father + with a slight frown. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but these are boys, not men." + </p> + <p> + Harry Vane thought it was time to start. + </p> + <p> + "I hope, sir," he said, "you won't blame your daughter for her kindness to + us. We stood greatly in need of friendly help, having been robbed of + everything by the bushrangers, from whom we managed by good luck to escape + some hours since." + </p> + <p> + The shepherd regarded Harry keenly, and proceeded to cross-examine him. + </p> + <p> + "You say you were captured by the bushrangers?" he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "When was this?" + </p> + <p> + "This morning, just after breakfast." + </p> + <p> + "Where did it happen?" + </p> + <p> + Harry told him. + </p> + <p> + "Where were you going?" + </p> + <p> + "To the mines at Bendigo." + </p> + <p> + "How large was your party?" + </p> + <p> + "There were only three of us—a countryman of ours and ourselves." + </p> + <p> + "Where is he?" + </p> + <p> + "The bushrangers robbed him and let him go." + </p> + <p> + "Why did they not release you and your friend?" + </p> + <p> + "Because, as a young member of the band told us, the captain meant to + spare us to join the band." + </p> + <p> + "You are young to be travelling to the mines. What countrymen are you?" + </p> + <p> + "We are Americans." + </p> + <p> + "Humph! your story sounds well enough, but how do I know that you are not + spies of the bushrangers?" + </p> + <p> + Harry Vane's eyes flashed indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you won't think so badly of us," he said. + </p> + <p> + The shepherd seemed somewhat impressed by his indignant denial, which + certainly seemed genuine enough, but wanted information on one point. + </p> + <p> + "How did you manage to escape? That doesn't seem very probable, at any + rate." + </p> + <p> + "We both took advantage of the excitement occasioned by the murder of + Captain Stockton——" he began. + </p> + <p> + "What!" exclaimed the shepherd in profound astonishment, "Captain Stockton + murdered! When? By whom?" + </p> + <p> + Of course Harry told the story, but that need not be repeated. + </p> + <p> + The shepherd listened in evident excitement. + </p> + <p> + "If this is true," he said, "nothing better could have happened for this + part of Australia. This man—Stockton—is noted everywhere as + the most desperate and cruel of the bushrangers. I can't begin to tell you + how many atrocious crimes he has committed. He killed my brother in cold + blood three years since,"—here the shepherd's face darkened—"because + he defended the property of another, and tried to save it from being + stolen. If he is dead I am deeply, profoundly grateful!" + </p> + <p> + "You need have no doubt on that point, sir," said Harry. "Jack and myself + saw him shot down. There can be no doubt of his death." + </p> + <p> + "I believe you speak the truth. You don't look as if you were deceiving + me. So you took the opportunity to give the bushrangers legbail, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "We didn't stay to bid them good-by," said Harry, smiling. "We ran till we + were out of breath, but saw no one on our track. Probably it was some time + before we were thought of, and our escape noticed. We have been walking + ever since, and were ready to drop with hunger and fatigue when we espied + the light of your cottage, and ventured to ask for help." + </p> + <p> + "You are welcome to all that we can do for you," said the shepherd, his + tone changing. "I was suspicious at first, for the bushrangers are up to + all sorts of tricks, but the news you have brought insures you a welcome. + At last my poor brother is avenged, and the bloodthirsty villain who + killed him has gone to his account. You don't know who is elected in his + place?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir, we came away at once." + </p> + <p> + "Of course, of course; I should have thought of that." + </p> + <p> + "I hope it isn't Fletcher," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Ha! what do you know of Dick Fletcher?" + </p> + <p> + "More than we want to. He it was who passed himself off on us as a + returned miner, and betrayed us into the hands of his comrades." + </p> + <p> + "I know of him, too. He would be as bad as the captain if he dared, but he + is a coward. His turn will come after a while. But, Lucy,"—here he + addressed his daughter,—"you are not treating your guests very well. + Where are your potatoes and other vegetables?" + </p> + <p> + "They were so hungry they preferred not to wait for them, papa." + </p> + <p> + "You may put them in the pot now. I want them, and I think our young + friends will be able to eat them later." + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, sir, but I am afraid Jack and I will not be able to + compensate you. The bushrangers took all we had, and left us penniless." + </p> + <p> + "I don't want your money, boy. You are welcome to all you get in this + house. We don't have visitors very often. When they do come, they have no + bills to pay." + </p> + <p> + "Unless they are bushrangers, father!" said Lucy with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "If they are bushrangers, they will meet with a still warmer reception," + said the shepherd grimly. "And now, daughter, hurry up supper, for I have + a very fair appetite myself." + </p> + <p> + Lucy moved about quietly but actively in obedience to her father's + directions. An hour later, or perhaps less, the table was spread once + more, and all got up to it. The boys, though the edge of their appetite + was taken away, managed to eat the vegetables with a relish, not having + had a chance to eat any for a considerable time, except at their hotel in + Melbourne. + </p> + <p> + After supper they sat down beside the fire and talked. Living so much + alone, the shepherd and his daughter were anxious to hear all that the + boys could tell them of the great world from which they lived aloof. Later + in the evening, the shepherd, whose name, by the way, was Andrew Campbell, + said, "Now, let us have a little music. Lucy, bring me the bagpipe." + </p> + <p> + His daughter went into an adjoining room, and brought out a Highland + bagpipe, which Campbell received, and straightway began to play upon it + some characteristic Scotch tunes. It was loud and harsh, but the boys + enjoyed it for want of better. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you sing, Miss Lucy?" asked Harry, when her father laid down the + instrument. + </p> + <p> + "No," answered the girl, smiling. "I wish I did. Father is very fond of + singing." + </p> + <p> + "Aye, am I; Lucy's mother sang, but the gift has not descended to her." + </p> + <p> + "Harry is a professional singer," said Jack. "He sings in public." + </p> + <p> + "Please sing something, then," pleaded Lucy. + </p> + <p> + "If you really wish it," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to hear you, young sir," said the shepherd. + </p> + <p> + Harry hesitated no longer, but sang at once, choosing such Scotch melodies + as he knew in preference. The shepherd's eyes glistened, and he was + evidently much moved. + </p> + <p> + "It calls back my early days, when as a lad I trod the heath in Scotland," + he said. "You are a fine singer. I don't mind when I have enjoyed an + evening as much." + </p> + <p> + "I am very glad, sir, if I have been able in this way to repay your + kindness," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Don't speak of it, lad," said the shepherd, lapsing into his Scotch mode + of speech. "We shan't miss the bit sup we have given you." + </p> + <p> + At nine o'clock all retired for the night, for the shepherd must be up + early in the morning to look after his flocks. Harry and Jack slept in a + small room back. They were very tired, and fell asleep as soon as their + heads struck the pillow. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. — A DANGEROUS ACQUAINTANCE. + </h2> + <p> + Though the boys were very much fatigued they were up in time for an early + breakfast the next morning. It consisted of muttonchops, potatoes, bread, + and coffee, and they were prepared, notwithstanding their hearty supper of + the night before to do full justice to it. + </p> + <p> + The shepherd had got over his first impression, and nothing could be more + friendly than his manner toward them. He gave a still stronger proof of + his confidence and friendship. + </p> + <p> + "So you think of going to the mines, my lads," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about the wisdom of your plans. It isn't all that find the + gold they look for. Are you expecting to come back with fortunes?" + </p> + <p> + "They would not be unwelcome, sir," said Harry, "but we shall at any rate + like the advantage of it, and we are young enough to try experiments." + </p> + <p> + "That's true; but about the gold I'm thinkin' you'll be disappointed. At + any rate I'll make you an offer—the two of you. Stay here and help + me tend sheep. I'll give you your living and clothes, and when you are + twenty-one, I will make you a present of a hundred sheep each to start in + business for yourselves." + </p> + <p> + The proposal took Harry and Jack by surprise. They could not but observe + that Lucy's face brightened with hope, as she awaited their answer. It was + clear that she hoped it would be favorable. It must be acknowledged that + this made a considerable impression upon them. Lucy was a pretty girl, and + they felt flattered by her desire that they should remain. But their + resolution was only shaken, not changed. They had but to look about them + at the unbroken solitude to feel that life under such circumstances would + be unendurable. Both of them had led lives of activity and excitement, and + neither felt prepared to settle down, but they felt grateful. + </p> + <p> + "Jack and I thank you for your kindness, Mr. Campbell," said Harry, "and + consider your offer a good one. But it would be lonely for us here, and, + though we may change our minds, we would like to try the gold-fields + first." + </p> + <p> + "It's only natural, lads," said the shepherd. "You are young, and you + crave excitement. When you are as old as I am, you won't mind the quiet. + Go, then, to Bendigo, but if you have bad luck, come back here, and you + shall be welcome to stay as long as you like, and to accept my offer if + you feel like it then." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry you won't stay," said Lucy, with a shade of sadness. + </p> + <p> + "I wish we could be contented to do so," said Harry. "You may be sure we + won't forget your kindness, Miss Campbell." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean me?" asked Lucy, smiling. "I never was called Miss Campbell + before." + </p> + <p> + "I will say Lucy, if you will allow me." + </p> + <p> + "I would rather you did." + </p> + <p> + "Then good-by, Lucy. We shall always remember you." + </p> + <p> + "And you will come back some day?" + </p> + <p> + "If we can." + </p> + <p> + "Then good-by, and don't forget your promise." + </p> + <p> + There was a suspicious moisture in the girl's eyes, for she knew that when + the young visitors were gone she would feel lonelier than ever. + </p> + <p> + "That's a nice girl, Jack," said Harry after a pause. + </p> + <p> + "That's so, Harry. I never saw a girl so nice before," responded Jack + emphatically. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know, Jack," said Harry, turning to him with a smile, "it is just + as well we are going away." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean, Harry?" + </p> + <p> + "If we stayed here till we were both young men, we might both fall in love + with Lucy, and quarrel over her." + </p> + <p> + "I might fall in love with her, but I would never quarrel with you, + Harry," said Jack affectionately. + </p> + <p> + "No, Jack, I don't think you would. Nothing shall ever divide us." + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind to a poor sailor boy," said Jack. "You know a great + deal more than I, and I am not fit to be your friend." + </p> + <p> + "Take care, Jack, I may quarrel with you if you say anything against + yourself. Fit or unfit, you are my chosen friend, and I should not be + willing to exchange you for anyone else I have ever met." + </p> + <p> + "Not even for Montgomery Clinton?" said Jack archly. + </p> + <p> + "Not even for him, with all his stock of trousers." + </p> + <p> + Reference was made to a young man from Brooklyn, a fellow passenger on the + ship <i>Nantucket</i>, who had acquired the reputation of a dude, and had + afforded much amusement to all on board. He will be remembered by the + readers of the preceding volume, "Facing the World." + </p> + <p> + The boys did not set out on their journey empty-handed. Lucy, by direction + of her father, had packed a basket with provisions enough to last them two + or three days. The shepherd wished also to lend them some money, but this + Harry declined. + </p> + <p> + "We might not be able to pay it back," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I shan't miss it, lads, if you don't," urged the shepherd. + </p> + <p> + "We might be robbed of it as we were of our other money, sir. We thank you + all the same." + </p> + <p> + But they gladly accepted the basket of provisions, without which, indeed, + they might have fared badly in that uninhabited wilderness. + </p> + <p> + "How far is it to Bendigo?" Harry had asked the shepherd. + </p> + <p> + "Twenty-five miles, or thereabouts," was the answer. + </p> + <p> + "If it were a straight road and good travelling we might be there by + night."! "But it is neither. You will be fortunate if you reach there in + three or four days." + </p> + <p> + "Give us the direction, and we will try it, sir." + </p> + <p> + The two young travellers, refreshed by their night's sleep and two + substantial meals, made good progress, and by noon found themselves, + despite the difficulties of the way, seven miles distant from the station + where they had received such hospitable treatment. By this time they were + hungry, and were glad to sit down at the base of a gigantic gum-tree and + attack the provisions they had brought with them. They were in good + spirits and chatted cheerfully. Many thousands of miles away from home, + without a penny in their pockets, and with only a basket of provisions + between them and starvation, they did not allow themselves to be depressed + by their uncertain prospects, but looked forward hopefully. + </p> + <p> + "Jack," said Harry, "it seems so lonely here, I could easily believe that + we two are alone in the world." + </p> + <p> + "It does seem so," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "I feel a little like Robinson Crusoe on his island." + </p> + <p> + "Am I to be Friday?" asked Jack, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + Jack had read very few books, but who is there who has not read Robinson + Crusoe? + </p> + <p> + "I don't think you are of the right color, Jack, but I would a good deal + rather have you than Friday." + </p> + <p> + They were not so far away from human companionship as they supposed, as + they soon learned to their dismay. Suddenly they heard a crunching as of + steps upon the brush, and turning, they saw, with alarm, a tall muscular + man with matted locks unprotected by a hat, a long untrimmed beard, and a + suit hanging in tatters over his gaunt, bony figure. His eyes were fixed + with a famished look upon the open basket of provisions. + </p> + <p> + The boys started to their feet in affright. + </p> + <p> + "Give me food!" said the stranger in a hoarse voice. + </p> + <p> + Harry took some bread and meat from the basket, and handed them to the + stranger, who devoured them in silence. His appetite seemed enormous, and + the boys saw in dismay that if he kept on there would be very little left. + It was necessary, in self-defence, to limit the man's rapacity. + </p> + <p> + "More, more!" he cried, when he had eaten all that had been given him. + </p> + <p> + "We have given you all we can spare," said Harry firmly. + </p> + <p> + "Give me the basket, or I will kill you both!" exclaimed the tramp, his + eyes suffused with blood, and gleaming with fierce anger. + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he raised a knotted stick which had served him as a cane, and + swung it menacingly above his head. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. — A RUFFIAN FOILED. + </h2> + <p> + Harry and Jack were brave boys, and not easily daunted, but the attitude + of the stranger was so menacing, and his frame so indicative of strength, + that they were both alarmed. Had their need of the provisions been less + urgent they would have surrendered them without a struggle, but they felt + that it was a question possibly of continued life or starvation, and this + inspired them to resistance. + </p> + <p> + Holding the basket in his hand, Harry retreated behind a tree, and began + to parley. + </p> + <p> + "You are asking too much," he said. "We have given you a meal. We need the + rest for ourselves." + </p> + <p> + "No palavering, boy!" said the tramp roughly. "I need it more than you do. + Give it to me, or I will kill you." + </p> + <p> + "If I only had some weapon," thought Harry. + </p> + <p> + While he was hesitating, the tramp with a quick movement sprang to where + he stood, clutched him by the collar, and flinging him on his back put his + knee on his breast, saying between his closed teeth, "Now I will kill you, + young jackanapes! I'll teach you to interfere with me." + </p> + <p> + Poor Harry thought his last moment had come. He was powerless against his + enemy, whose wild rage, shown in his distorted features, seemed capable of + anything. His sole helper was Jack, who flung himself on the giant, and + sought with his boyish strength to pull him away, but in vain. + </p> + <p> + "I'll choke the life out of you, you young beast!" exclaimed the tramp, + preparing to clutch Harry by the throat. The moment was a critical one for + the poor boy, whose career came near ending then and there. + </p> + <p> + But assistance came when least expected. + </p> + <p> + A man who had approached, unseen by either of the three, jumped from the + underbrush and with one powerful blow sent the tramp sprawling on the + ground beside his intended victim. + </p> + <p> + "You're rather out of your reckoning, you mean skunk!" he exclaimed. "If + there's any killin' to be done round here, I'm goin' to do it." + </p> + <p> + "Obed Stackpole!" ejaculated the boys in heartfelt delight, and they were + rushing forward to greet him, but he waved them back. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," he said, "it's Obed himself. I'll talk to you in a minute, after + I've got through with this consarned villain." + </p> + <p> + By this time the tramp, though startled and dazed, was on his feet, and + preparing to make a desperate assault on the Yankee. But though quite as + strong, and possibly stronger than Obed Stackpole, he had now to encounter + a foe by no means to be despised. Moreover, he had laid down his knotted + stick, and Obed had secured it. It was a formidable weapon, and Mr. + Stackpole was quite ready to make use of it. + </p> + <p> + "Give me my stick!" shouted the tramp hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + "I mean to," responded the Yankee coolly. "Where will you have it?" + </p> + <p> + He stepped back warily, as the other advanced, holding the stick in a + strong grasp, while he kept his eyes steadily fixed on his opponent. He + was cool, but his enemy was enraged, and rage made him incautious. + </p> + <p> + He made a desperate clutch at the stick, but with a powerful sweep Obed + struck him on the side of the head, and he fell like an ox, stunned and + insensible. + </p> + <p> + "That settles you, my friend, I guess," said Obed. "You brought it upon + yourself, and you've got no one else to blame. Watch him, Harry, to see + that he doesn't come to himself, while I tie his hands." + </p> + <p> + Obed whipped a strong cord from his pockets, and secured the wrists of the + prostrate enemy, tying them securely together. + </p> + <p> + "Will you tie his feet, too?" asked Jack. + </p> + <p> + "No, it is not necessary. He can't do any harm now. I came in the nick of + time, boys, didn't I?" + </p> + <p> + "Indeed you did!" said Harry earnestly. "He was beginning to choke me." + </p> + <p> + "What was it all about?" + </p> + <p> + "We had given him a meal, but he wanted to make off with the basket + besides. As this would have left us utterly without food, I objected." + </p> + <p> + "The mean skunk! I'm glad I came up in time to settle him." + </p> + <p> + "Won't you have something to eat yourself, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Harry, + bethinking himself that his deliverer might need refreshment. + </p> + <p> + "I don't mind if I do," answered Obed. "The fact is, I'm feeling kinder + hollow. I feel a gnawin' at my vitals that isn't pleasant. This is prime + fodder; where did you raise it?" + </p> + <p> + While Obed was eating—with hearty relish, it may be added—Harry + related briefly what had befallen Jack and himself since they had parted + company. + </p> + <p> + "You're in luck, boys," was Obed's comment. "You fared better than I, for + you've had your square meals, while I've had only one besides this." + </p> + <p> + "Where was that?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "At the same place where you passed the night. I got there about an hour + after you left, as well as I can make out. The gal was very kind, and gave + me a tip-top breakfast. I ate till I was ashamed, and then left off + hungry. That's why I've got such an appetite now. Yesterday I didn't have + but one meal, and I've had to make up for that." + </p> + <p> + "Did Lucy tell you we had passed the night at her father's house?" + </p> + <p> + "Lucy! Seems to me you got mighty familiar," said Obed in a jocular tone. + "She didn't tell me what her name was. I suppose she looked upon me as a + dried-up old bach." + </p> + <p> + "She's a nice girl," said Harry emphatically. + </p> + <p> + "So she is. I'm with you there. But about your question—I asked her + if she had seen anything of two chaps about your size, and she told me + enough to show me I was on your track. She told me which way you went, and + I follered. She was a little shy at first, not knowin' but I might be an + enemy of yours, but when she'd made up her mind to the <i>contrary</i> she + up and told me everything. Well, I struck your trail, and here I am." + </p> + <p> + "I for one am delighted to see you, Obed," said Harry cordially. + </p> + <p> + "And I for two," added Jack, smiling. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stackpole seemed gratified by the pleasure evinced by the boys. + </p> + <p> + "Well," he said, "we're together once more, and now we must hold a council + of war, and decide what's to be done." + </p> + <p> + "With him?" asked Jack, pointing to the tramp. + </p> + <p> + "With him first of all; I take it you don't want me to invite him to join + our party?" + </p> + <p> + "His room is better than his company," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I agree with you. According to my idea, we may as well leave him where he + lies." + </p> + <p> + "But won't he starve?" + </p> + <p> + "He can get his hands free after awhile," said Obed, "but not till after + we are at a safe distance. You needn't be afraid about him. Anyhow the + world wouldn't lose much if he did take passage for another." + </p> + <p> + "That's so, Obed, but I wouldn't like to feel that we were responsible for + his death." + </p> + <p> + At this moment the prostrate man opened his eyes, and as his glance + lighted on Obed, they gleamed with the old look of rage. He tried to get + up, and of course discovered that his hands were tied. + </p> + <p> + "Loosen my hands, you scoundrel!" he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + "If you mean me by that pet name, my esteemed friend," said Obed, "I + respectfully decline. I'd rather look at you with your hands tied." + </p> + <p> + "Do you want me to kill you?" demanded the tramp furiously. + </p> + <p> + "Not at present! when I do I'll let you know. Come, boys, we may as well + be going. This gentleman would rather be left alone." + </p> + <p> + "Unloose me first, and I won't harm you," said the other, trying to + struggle to his feet. + </p> + <p> + "I don't mean you shall. Good-by, my friend. I can't say I wish to meet + you again. I will take the liberty to carry off your stick, as you won't + need it with your hands tied." + </p> + <p> + Obed and the boys started off, followed by the most fearful execrations + from their late acquaintance. They had scarcely gone a quarter of a mile + when they met two mounted police, who halted their horses and inquired: + "Have you seen anything of a man, tall and spare, dark hair and eyes. We + have traced him to this neighborhood, and think he must be near." + </p> + <p> + "What has he done?" asked Obed curiously. + </p> + <p> + "Murdered a man at the mines, in a drunken brawl." + </p> + <p> + "We've just parted company with him," said Obed. "I found him + experimentin' on my young friend here, but come up in time to block his + game." + </p> + <p> + "Put us on his track, and we will share the reward of a hundred pounds + with you." + </p> + <p> + "I'll do it. Boys, stay here and I'll go back with these gentlemen. I'll + join you in an hour." + </p> + <p> + Obed was as good as his word. Within an hour he was back again, with the + two policemen, followed by the man whom we have called the tramp. + </p> + <p> + His hands were more securely fastened now by a pair of handcuffs. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. — THE BOYS ARRIVE AT BENDIGO. + </h2> + <p> + "You are entitled to half the reward offered for the apprehension of this + man," said the leader of the police to Obed Stackpole. "I congratulate + you. Fifty pounds is a sum not to be despised." + </p> + <p> + "Especially when a man has been robbed of all he possesses by + bushrangers," said Obed. "If you'll excuse me, captain, why does your + government allow them rascals to roam round the country, plundering and + killing honest men?" + </p> + <p> + The captain of police shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "We can't help it, my good man. We do all we can," he answered. + </p> + <p> + "In my country we would soon put a stop to it." + </p> + <p> + "You mean America?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; the land of the Stars and the Stripes," said Obed proudly. + </p> + <p> + "It is more difficult here," observed the police captain. "The nature of + the country makes pursuit difficult. Besides, we have had so many convicts + sent out here in past years that there is a large proportion of lawless + men in the colony. Some of these men have made themselves very formidable. + There is Captain Stockton, for instance." + </p> + <p> + "<i>Was</i>, you mean, captain." + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand you." + </p> + <p> + "Captain Stockton is dead." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean this? How do you know?" inquired the captain of police + eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "He was killed yesterday by one of his men." + </p> + <p> + "What evidence have you of this?" demanded the captain incredulously. + </p> + <p> + "Them two boys saw him shot," said Obed, indicating Harry and Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Tell me all about it, young man," said the captain to Harry. "It will be + good news at Bendigo. Returning miners are always in fear of this famous + bushranger, Stockton. He doesn't care so much to attack parties bound to + the mines, for they are not supposed to have much with them, but those + returning to Melbourne generally carry more or less gold, and are worth + capturing." + </p> + <p> + Harry gave a succinct account of his adventures while in the power of the + bushrangers, and the scene of which he had been a witness. The captain of + police listened attentively. + </p> + <p> + "This is good news," he remarked. "There will be a new captain appointed, + of course, but there is not another man connected with the gang who can + take Stockton's place or do as much mischief as he has done." + </p> + <p> + "How far are we from Bendigo, captain?" asked Obed. + </p> + <p> + "Two days' journey, or perhaps more." + </p> + <p> + "A long distance, considering we have no money." + </p> + <p> + "You will have half the reward. Your share will be fifty pounds." + </p> + <p> + "That won't do us any good now, unless you'll be kind enough to advance us + a part of that sum." + </p> + <p> + "I would if I were able, but I am not provided with any money beyond what + I need. You and the boys may come with us, however, if you wish." + </p> + <p> + "I should like nothing better, captain. Once at Bendigo, and we'll manage + to shift for ourselves." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, so let it be." + </p> + <p> + I pass over the events of the next two days. Obed and the boys, after all + their troubles, found themselves provided with an official escort, and on + the morning of the third day arrived at the famous gold-fields of Bendigo. + </p> + <p> + Ballarat and Mount Alexander preceded Bendigo in point of time, but + Bendigo has been far more productive. As the little party descended a hill + made white by the sandy dirt thrown out of the mines, they saw below them + Bendigo Creek, yellow as the Tiber, running sluggishly through the valley, + which on either side had been dug up by prospectors for gold. All about on + the slopes of the hills and in the valley were rude huts, hastily put + together, the homes of the miners. Some of them were built of solid trunks + of trees laid horizontally, after the American backwoods order of + architecture. The interstices were generally daubed with clay to make them + water-tight, and the roofs were covered with sheets of bark, kept down by + logs laid upon them. There were tents, also, made of slabs, and covered + with canvas. Still others were covered with bullock hides. + </p> + <p> + To Harry and Jack the sight was a novel one, and they regarded the + extemporized village with interest. + </p> + <p> + Obed's eyes glistened, and he rubbed his hands with delight. + </p> + <p> + "This seems like home," he said. "It's just like Shantytown in Californy, + where I worked three months last year. I say, boys, how do you like it?" + </p> + <p> + "I shouldn't like to live here very long," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I like shipboard better," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "I agree with you, boys," said Obed, "but it'll suit me well enough if I + can find enough gold here. When I've made my pile, Australy won't hold me + long. I shall make tracks for America. We have no bushrangers there." + </p> + <p> + "But you have Indians," retorted the police captain, who did not quite + relish the strictures upon the colony of which he was an official. "I + would rather be captured by a bushranger than scalped by an Indian." + </p> + <p> + "I agree with you, captain, but the Indians won't scalp you unless you go + where they are. I never saw one till I was past twenty-one." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" said the captain in evident surprise. "I thought they were all + over the country. Why, one of your countrymen told me they would sometimes + surprise families within ten miles of your great city of New York, and + scalp them all. He said he was brought up—raised, he called it—twenty + miles away, and was obliged to barricade the doors and windows every + night, and keep a supply of loaded muskets by the side of his bed, to + resist the Indians in case they made a night attack." + </p> + <p> + Obed laughed till the tears came to his eyes, and the two boys also looked + amused. + </p> + <p> + "Did you believe all this, captain?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" asked the captain, looking offended. "My informant was a + countryman of yours." + </p> + <p> + "He was stuffing you, captain." + </p> + <p> + "<i>Stuffing</i> me! I don't understand," said the captain, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + "He saw that you knew very little of America, and he practised a little on + your credulity—isn't that the word?" + </p> + <p> + "How do I know but you are doing the same now? Probably you want to give + me a favorable idea of your country." + </p> + <p> + "I only want you to judge it correctly, captain. Why, there aint no more + danger of being scalped in New York than in London." + </p> + <p> + "I presume not, <i>in</i> New York, but I am speaking of the neighborhood + of New York." + </p> + <p> + "So am I. I'll tell you what, captain, if you can find me a case of a man + that's been scalped within five hundred miles of New York within the last + fifty years, I'll give you my share of the reward. Of course if it's in + Canada, it don't count." + </p> + <p> + "I can't accept any such wager. I have no means of proving it, even if it + is so." + </p> + <p> + "That's true, squire; but I'll give you an idea. Harry, how many Indians + have you ever seen in your life?" + </p> + <p> + "About half a dozen," answered Harry, after a pause for reflection. + </p> + <p> + "And you, Jack?" + </p> + <p> + "I never saw one that I can remember." + </p> + <p> + "And yet you were both born in the States. You see, captain, Indians are + not so abundant in our country as you supposed. Jack has never seen an + Indian, but he has seen a bushranger; eh, Jack?" + </p> + <p> + "I have seen more than I wanted to," answered Jack, smiling. + </p> + <p> + By this time they had descended the hill, and were on the borders of the + mining settlement. They had now attracted the attention of the miners, and + when the prisoner was recognized there went up an angry shout, and a band + of swarthy, bearded men advanced menacingly to meet them. + </p> + <p> + "Give him to us!" they cried. "Give up the murderer! We will make short + work of him!" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. — BUYING A CLAIM. + </h2> + <p> + The face of the prisoner, as he met the angry glances of the miners, + betrayed extreme fear. In spite of his terrible crime, Harry could not + help pitying him when he saw the gray pallor that overspread his + countenance. + </p> + <p> + The captain of the police was a brave and determined man, and though his + little force was outnumbered five to one he showed no signs of yielding. + </p> + <p> + "What is it you want, men?" he demanded sternly. + </p> + <p> + "We want that man—the murderer," was the unanimous cry. + </p> + <p> + "What would you do with him?" + </p> + <p> + "String him up to the nearest tree," replied a brawny miner. + </p> + <p> + "There is no occasion for you to punish him—he is in the hands of + the law," replied the captain. + </p> + <p> + "He may escape. We want to make sure of him." + </p> + <p> + "I will answer for it that he does not escape. You know me, and you can + accept my assurance. Is that satisfactory?" + </p> + <p> + There was a sullen murmur among the miners. It was evident that they were + not wholly satisfied. + </p> + <p> + The captain of police watched them keenly and saw that there was danger of + an attack. + </p> + <p> + He drew a pistol, and holding it firmly in his hand, said: "The first man + that interferes with me in the discharge of my duty, dies. I give you fair + warning." + </p> + <p> + A determined man generally carries his point, even against odds. Had the + captain showed the slightest sign of wavering, the mob would have been + upon him. But they saw that he was in earnest, and meant what he said. + </p> + <p> + "How long is he to live?" asked the brawny miner already referred to, + after a slight pause. + </p> + <p> + "I shall take him before the magistrate at once, and you know he is not + likely to defer punishment." + </p> + <p> + The police magistrate who dispensed justice, and frequently injustice, at + Bendigo, was noted for his severity, and this assurance seemed to satisfy + the miners. They followed the cavalcade, however, to make sure that the + captain kept his word. It may be stated here that, at this early period in + the history of the colony, the judicial forms which prevail in other + countries were for the most part dispensed with, and punishment was swift + and certain, especially where life or property had been attacked. + </p> + <p> + Harry and Jack followed the crowd to a wooden structure more pretentious + than most of the buildings roundabout. The magistrate—whom I will + call Judge Wood—was at hand. He was a short, stout man, of severe + aspect, and had a harsh voice. + </p> + <p> + "Whom have we here?" he asked quickly. + </p> + <p> + The captain of police answered the question, relating also where and under + what circumstances the capture was made. + </p> + <p> + "What have you to say for yourself, my man?" he asked, turning to the + prisoner. + </p> + <p> + "I am innocent," was the reply in trembling accents. + </p> + <p> + "Of course. You all are. I never had a man brought before me who was not + innocent," said the magistrate with a sneer. "Have you any accomplices?" + </p> + <p> + "Your honor, I am innocent, as I have already told you." + </p> + <p> + "Answer my question!" said the magistrate sternly. + </p> + <p> + "No, your honor." + </p> + <p> + "Ha! You alone are guilty then. Captain, are there any witnesses? though + it is hardly necessary. The man's face shows his guilt." + </p> + <p> + It will easily be seen how much hope the prisoner had of getting off with + such a judge presiding at the trial. Luckily for the cause of justice the + man was undoubtedly guilty, and so the judicial proceedings, hurried and + one-sided as they were, did not entail any injustice. In half an hour the + trial was completed, a conviction was obtained, and the unhappy wretch was + sentenced to execution on the following morning. Meanwhile he was to be + confined in a structure set apart as a prison. + </p> + <p> + "Well, are you satisfied?" asked the captain, as he passed the ringleader + of the miners. + </p> + <p> + "I don't see the use of waiting till morning," grumbled the miner. "The + job might as well have been finished up at once." + </p> + <p> + "You can rest satisfied. The man hasn't long to live." + </p> + <p> + This proved to be the case. During the night Harry and Jack, who were + accommodated with beds in a hut near the prison, heard a noise and a sound + of men's voices, but they were too fatigued and worn-out to be thoroughly + roused. In the morning, when they left the hut, they needed no + explanation. From a lofty branch of a gum-tree a hundred yards to the west + dangled the body of the unfortunate criminal, a terrible spectacle, + contrasting painfully with the bright and cheerful morning. They learned + afterward that the prison had been guarded by a volunteer company of + miners, who detected, or feigned to detect, the prisoner in an attempt to + escape,—probably the latter,—and forcing an entrance, laid + violent hands upon him, and saved the law officers the trouble of + executing him. + </p> + <p> + The captain of police didn't learn what had happened till morning. As it + chanced, Obed Stackpole was with him when he received the information. + </p> + <p> + He took it very coolly. + </p> + <p> + "What are you goin' to do about it, captain?" asked Obed. + </p> + <p> + "Nothing." + </p> + <p> + "Do you allow such doin's here?" + </p> + <p> + "It doesn't matter much. The man was to have been executed this morning at + any rate. He only lost a few hours. It has saved us some trouble." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose he was an innocent man?" + </p> + <p> + "But he wasn't, you know. And now, Mr. Stackpole, if you will come with + me, I will see about your getting your share of the reward." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, captain. I won't deny that it'll be particularly convenient, + seein' I'm reduced to my last cent." + </p> + <p> + The police captain exerted himself in a very friendly manner, and owing to + the absence of red tape which in an older settlement might have occasioned + delay, that same day our Yankee friend was made happy by receiving the sum + of fifty pounds. + </p> + <p> + He called the boys to him, and dividing the money, as well as he could, + into three equal parts, he offered one each to Harry and Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Now we start alike," he said. "There's nearly seventeen pounds apiece. It + seems a good deal, but it won't last long here. We must find something to + do before long." + </p> + <p> + "That's just what I want," said Harry, "I came out here to work, and make + money, not to loaf about." + </p> + <p> + "That's the way with me," said Jack, but his tone was not so hopeful or + cheerful as Harry's. + </p> + <p> + "Confess now, Jack," said Harry, "you would rather be on board ship than + here at the diggings." + </p> + <p> + "I would," said Jack; "wouldn't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Not yet. There is no money to be made on board ship." + </p> + <p> + "When you've made your pile, my lad," said Obed, "you can go back to + Melbourne, and easily get a berth on board some merchant ship bound to + Liverpool or New York. There is a great demand for sailors at that port." + </p> + <p> + This made Jack more cheerful. He was willing to stay a while, he said, and + help Harry and Mr. Stackpole, but in the end he must return to his old + life. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stackpole and the boys took a long walk, and reconnoitred the diggings + on both sides of Bendigo creek. Toward the middle of the afternoon they + came upon a thin, melancholy looking young man, who was sitting in a + despondent attitude with his arms folded. + </p> + <p> + "Are you sick, my friend?" asked Obed. + </p> + <p> + "I am very ill," was the answer. "I don't think I shall ever be any + better." + </p> + <p> + Further questioning elicited the information that he had taken a severe + cold from exposure two months before, in consequence of which his lungs + were seriously affected. + </p> + <p> + "Why do you stay here, then?" asked Obed. + </p> + <p> + "I shall go back to Melbourne as soon as I have sold my claim." + </p> + <p> + "What do you want for it?" + </p> + <p> + "It is worth fifty pounds. I will take twenty-five." + </p> + <p> + Obed after careful inquiry judged that it was a bargain. He proposed to + the two boys to join him in the purchase of the claim. They felt that they + could safely follow his judgment, and struck a bargain. So before + twenty-four hours had passed, the three friends were joint proprietors of + a claim, and had about eight pounds apiece to meet expenses till it began + to yield a return. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. — STRIKING LUCK. + </h2> + <p> + "Now, boys," said Obed, "we have some hard work before us. Mining isn't + like standing behind a counter, or measuring off calico. It takes + considerable more muscle." + </p> + <p> + "I am used to hard work," said Jack, "but you'll have to show me how." + </p> + <p> + "I'll keep up with Jack," said Harry manfully. "You won't have to charge + either of us with laziness." + </p> + <p> + "I believe you, boys. There isn't a lazy bone in either of you. As I have + experience, I'll boss the job, and all you'll have to do will be to obey + orders." + </p> + <p> + "All right, captain!" said Jack, touching his cap, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + This, then, was the understanding between the three, and it was faithfully + adhered to. The two boys, sensible of their ignorance, were very ready to + obey Obed, and he found them willing workers. They installed themselves in + a cabin which had been occupied by the man they bought out. He gave them + the use of it, having no further occasion for it himself, and they began + to keep house as one family. They lived roughly enough, and yet, so high + were all articles of food, on account of the trouble and expense of + transportation from Melbourne, that it cost them as much as would have + paid for living at a respectable hotel in the States. + </p> + <p> + All three entered upon their labors with high hopes. The first day and the + second day yielded no results, but, as Obed reminded them, a miner needs + to be patient. But when one week—two weeks—passed, and the + amount of gold found amounted to less than ten dollars, all three began to + look sober. + </p> + <p> + "This is beginning to look serious, boys," said Obed thoughtfully, as they + set about their work on the first day of the third week. "Our claim aint + pannin' out very rich." + </p> + <p> + "My store of money is panning out very fast," said Harry, with a faint + smile. + </p> + <p> + "I've got less than two pounds left," said Jack. "What are we going to do + when it's all gone?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," said Obed, "unless we catch another murderer." + </p> + <p> + The boys smiled, but not hilariously. They felt, as Obed expressed it, + that matters were indeed becoming serious. To run short of money nearly + ten thousand miles from home was no light thing. + </p> + <p> + "We might sell the claim," suggested Harry. + </p> + <p> + Obed shook his head. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think we could," he replied. "Everybody would understand our + reason for selling—that we despaired of finding any gold—and + instead of getting twenty-five pounds, I doubt if you could get + twenty-five shillings for it. You know about how long twenty-five + shillings would last us." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose there is nothing to do but to keep on," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + Obed nodded. "You've said it," he returned. "Let us keep up good heart, my + boys. Don't borrow trouble. When things come to the worst, we'll decide + what to do then." + </p> + <p> + By way of setting the example of cheerfulness, Obed began to whistle + "Yankee Doodle," and the boys joined in. It was not altogether a + successful effort, but it made them feel a little more cheerful. At all + events it attracted a listener—a tall, shabby-looking tramp, who had + been wandering about for a day or two, visiting one claim after another, + trying to raise a loan. + </p> + <p> + "I say, you're uncommon jolly, you chaps," he began, as he stood in a + lounging attitude watching the little party at their work. + </p> + <p> + "If we are it's a credit to us," returned Obed dryly, "for there isn't + much to be jolly about." + </p> + <p> + "Isn't your claim a good one?" + </p> + <p> + "That's what we're trying to find out. Where's yours, stranger?" + </p> + <p> + The tramp returned an evasive answer and shambled off. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think he's got a claim, Obed?" asked Jack. + </p> + <p> + "No; but he's prowling around to see what he can pick up." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think he's a thief?" + </p> + <p> + "I think he's willing to be. He heard us whistling, and thought we'd found + something." + </p> + <p> + "We are safe from robbery for the present." said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, there's that advantage about being poor. It reminds me of old Jack + Pierce in our village." + </p> + <p> + "What about him?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "He read in the paper one day that a certain bank had burst. So he went + home in a hurry to see if he had any bills on that bank. He found that he + had no bills on that bank or any other—and then he felt better." + </p> + <p> + Harry laughed. + </p> + <p> + "It was a poor consolation, I think," he said. "I remember hearing a + sermon from our minister at home in which he said that riches were a great + responsibility, but I don't think I should mind taking the + responsibility." + </p> + <p> + "That's my idee, Harry. I am afraid there isn't much chance of our having + that responsibility, but there's one thing we can do if we don't make the + claim pay." + </p> + <p> + "What's that, Obed?" + </p> + <p> + "We can join the bushrangers." + </p> + <p> + "Will you set us the example?" asked Harry, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "I'm not quite desperate enough yet. We'll try the claim a little longer. + But I'm gettin' tuckered out. We'll go and get some dinner and then start + diggin' again." + </p> + <p> + They repaired to their cabin, and solaced themselves with food. Then they + threw themselves down in the shadow of the cabin to rest, and Obed pulled + out his pipe. This was a solace which the boys didn't enjoy. They were + sensible enough to know, that, whatever may be said of men, boys only + receive injury from the use of tobacco. In the resolution to abstain, they + were upheld and encouraged by Obed, who, veteran smoker as he was, did not + approve of smoking. + </p> + <p> + "You're better off without it, boys," he said. "It won't do you no good. I + wish I could leave it off." + </p> + <p> + "Why don't you?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Easier said than done, my boy. Let me see, I was only turned of thirteen + when I used to slink off to the barn and smoke, for I knew father wouldn't + let me if he knew it. It made me sick at first, but I thought it was + makin' a man of me, and I kept on. Well, the habit's on me now, and it's + hard to break. It don't hurt a man as much as a boy, but it don't do him + any good, either. Jack, did you ever smoke?" + </p> + <p> + "No, Obed; but one of the sailors gave me a piece of tobacco to chew once. + I didn't like it and spit it out." + </p> + <p> + "The best thing you could do. I wish all boys were as sensible." + </p> + <p> + In their hours of rest the three often chatted of home. Their conversation + was generally of one tenor. They liked to fancy themselves returning with + plenty of money, and planned how they would act under such pleasant + circumstances. Instead of the barren hills among which they were encamped, + familiar scenes and faces rose before them, and the picture was so + attractive that it was hard to come back to the cheerless reality. + </p> + <p> + "Well, boys," said Obed, at the end of an hour, "we may as well go to work + again. The gold's waitin' for us." + </p> + <p> + It was an old joke, and scarcely elicited a smile now. In fact, the boys + felt that they had waited a long time for the gold. It was not, therefore, + with a very hopeful feeling that they obeyed the summons and returned to + the claim. Though of a sanguine disposition, they began to doubt seriously + whether their efforts would ever be rewarded. They had pretty much lost + the stimulus of hope. + </p> + <p> + About four o'clock, when Jack was at work with the pick, something curious + happened. Instead of sinking into the earth it glanced off, as from + something hard. + </p> + <p> + "What is it, Jack?" asked Obed quickly. + </p> + <p> + "I must have struck a rock, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "Here, give me the pick," said Obed eagerly. + </p> + <p> + He struck, and lo! a yellow streak became plainly visible. + </p> + <p> + "Boys," said he in an agitated voice, "I believe our luck has come." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean, Obed?" + </p> + <p> + "I believe we've found a nugget;" and to the boys' intense surprise he + immediately began to cover it up with dirt. + </p> + <p> + "What's that for?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Hush! we mustn't take it out now. Somebody might be looking. We'll wait + till it's darker." + </p> + <p> + Just then the tramp before mentioned strolled up. + </p> + <p> + "What luck, friends?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Same as usual," answered Obed, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't you want + to buy the claim?" + </p> + <p> + "Not I," and the tramp, quite deceived by his manner, kept on his round. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. — RAISING THE NUGGET. + </h2> + <p> + "It's lucky we covered up the gold," said Obed, in a low voice. "That's + the last man I wanted to discover our good luck." + </p> + <p> + "Shan't we keep on working?" asked Harry, in excitement. + </p> + <p> + "I will just probe a little to form some idea of the size of the nugget," + answered Obed. + </p> + <p> + "Then you think it is a nugget?" asked Jack eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I think our luck has come at last, boys. I think we will be able to + pull up stakes and go back to America. But about keeping on now, we shall + need to be cautious. Someone might come by, and see what we are about." + </p> + <p> + Then Harry made a suggestion. + </p> + <p> + "Let Jack go up to the top, and if anyone comes he can whistle. That will + put us on our guard." + </p> + <p> + "A good idea!" said Obed. + </p> + <p> + So Jack threw himself on the ground in a listless posture, and the other + two continued their explorations. They dug all about the boulder, which + proved to be about a foot in diameter. It was embedded in clay, from which + it was separated with some difficulty. It was encased in quartz, but the + interior was bright, glittering gold. + </p> + <p> + "It's a regular beauty," said Obed in a low tone, his eyes glittering with + excitement. "It isn't once in a dog's age that so big a nugget is + discovered." + </p> + <p> + "How much do you call it worth, Obed?" asked Harry in the same low tone. + </p> + <p> + "That's hard tellin', Harry; but it's worth ten thousand dollars easy." + </p> + <p> + "Thank God!" ejaculated Harry fervently. "That will release us from our + imprisonment, and enable us to go back to America." + </p> + <p> + "You are right, Harry, but the hardest job lies before us." + </p> + <p> + "What's that?" + </p> + <p> + "To get it out without observation, and keep it secure from thieves." + </p> + <p> + "We'll do our best. Only you give the orders, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "Then, first and foremost, we'll cover it up again, and go up till + evening, when we will secure it, and carry it to our cabin." + </p> + <p> + So said, so done. They joined Jack at the limit of the excavation. + </p> + <p> + "Is it all right?" asked the young sailor eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Is it really a big one?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; we can all go back to America, Jack." + </p> + <p> + "And I can once more be a sailor?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if you like it." + </p> + <p> + Jack was told of their plan of removing the nugget by night, and saw at + once that it was a wise one. + </p> + <p> + "Shall we go to the cabin now?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No, Jack; it won't do to leave our treasure unguarded. We will lounge + here and make sure that no one robs us of our discovery." + </p> + <p> + So they sat down, and Obed lighted his pipe once more. + </p> + <p> + A neighbor strolled up and sat down beside them. + </p> + <p> + "You are leaving off work early," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Obed with a yawn, "we might as well take it easy. It's + hard work—this mining." + </p> + <p> + "What luck?" + </p> + <p> + "Our luck is to come," said our Yankee friend. "How is it with you?" + </p> + <p> + "I have got out seventy-five dollars this week," answered the other + complacently. + </p> + <p> + "Whew! that's good! What do you say to swapping claims?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no," answered the neighbor, wagging his head jocosely. "I'm not so + green. The fact is, Mr. Stackpole, I don't want to discourage you, but I + don't believe you'll ever see the money you put into this hole. Come now, + what did you pay?" + </p> + <p> + "Five and twenty pounds." + </p> + <p> + "If you can get five pounds for it, my advice is, sell." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know but you're right," said Stackpole in a rueful tone. "Will + you give me five pounds for it?" + </p> + <p> + "Ho, ho! I might give you five shillings, though it would be a risk." + </p> + <p> + "Then I don't think we'll sell, eh, Harry?" + </p> + <p> + "We had better give it away than take that sum," said Harry, carefully + veiling his inward exultation. + </p> + <p> + They went to their cabin at the usual time and indulged themselves in a + better supper than usual, feeling that they could afford to do so. It is + wonderful how success stimulates the appetite. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know when I have been so hungry, Obed," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I feel the same way," chimed in Jack. + </p> + <p> + "A light heart increases the appetite, boys, but sometimes I've felt + wolfish when my heart was heavy. Fifteen months ago I was in Californy, + and down on my luck. Things had been goin' contrary, and I hadn't money + enough to buy a square meal. I didn't like to tell my friends, bein' a bit + proud. One day when I was feelin' so hungry that I wouldn't have turned up + my nose at a Chinaman's diet—rat pie—an old acquaintance met + me and asked me to dine with him. Did I accept? Well, I should smile. I + did smile all over my face, as I sat down to the table. You'd better + calculate that I made my knife and fork fly. Finally my friend remarked, + looking kind of queer, 'You've got a healthy appetite, Stackpole.' I + answered, 'It sort of runs in our family to eat whenever we get a chance.' + 'Good joke!' said he, laughing. But it was no joke when he came to pay the + bill, I tell you." + </p> + <p> + "I'll remember that, Obed," said Harry, smiling, "and when I invite you to + dinner, I'll first inquire whether you've had anything to eat for a week + back." + </p> + <p> + "I generally eat for a weak stomach," returned Obed, venturing on a little + joke at which the boys felt bound to laugh. + </p> + <p> + As they sat at the door of their cabin, they kept a good lookout in the + direction of their claim. They could not afford, now that success was in + their grasp, to have it snatched away. But they discovered no suspicious + movements on the part of anyone. In fact, no one suspected that they had + "struck it rich." So poor was the general opinion of their claim, that + they would have found it hard to obtain a purchaser at any price. Had + there been the least suspicion, the camp would have been greatly excited. + </p> + <p> + As a rule, the miners retired early. They became fatigued during the day, + and sleep was welcome. There was, indeed, a gambling saloon at some + distance, frequented by the more reckless, but generally good hours were + observed in the camp. + </p> + <p> + About half past eleven, Obed nudged Harry and Jack, who had fallen asleep. + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" asked Harry, in a drowsy tone. + </p> + <p> + "Hush!" whispered Obed. "Don't make any more noise than you can help. I + think it will be safe to go and secure the nugget now." + </p> + <p> + This was enough. Harry was wide awake in an instant, and he in turn roused + Jack. + </p> + <p> + There was no elaborate toilet to make, for they had thrown themselves down + in their day attire. They left the cabin, and by the faint light of the + moon, which was just ready to retire for the night, they found their way + to the claim without being observed. + </p> + <p> + Fifteen minutes' work, and the task was accomplished. The nugget was + raised, and wrapped in a red bandanna handkerchief, which Obed had brought + all the way from his New England home. + </p> + <p> + "It must weigh seventy-five pounds," whispered Obed exultantly. "Boys, + we're in tall luck. It was worth coming out to Australy for. We'll keep it + in the cabin over night, and to-morrow we'll put it where it will be + safe." + </p> + <p> + They gained the cabin without having been seen so far as they knew. Of the + hundreds of men sleeping within a furlong's distance, not one dreamed of a + discovery which was to draw the attention of the whole colony to Bendigo. + But they had not wholly escaped observation. One pair of eyes had detected + them in their midnight walk. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. — THE NUGGET IN DANGER. + </h2> + <p> + The tramp, who has already been introduced to the reader, had spent the + evening at the gambling house, having come into possession, during the + day, of a small sum of money, given him by a compassionate miner. He had + risked it, and for a time been successful, so that at the end of an hour + he might have left off with twenty pounds. But the fatal fascination of + the game drew him on till all his winnings melted away, and he left the + cabin at midnight without a penny in his pocket, so far as he knew. There + was, however, a shilling which he had overlooked, and did not discover + till he was already some distance away. He was tempted to return, and + probably would have done so, had not his roving eyes discovered Obed and + the two boys returning from their claim with the nugget. + </p> + <p> + "What are they up to," he asked himself in amazement, "that keeps them out + of bed till after midnight? There's something up. I wonder what it is." + </p> + <p> + He had reason to be surprised. With the exception of those who, like + himself, spent the night in gambling (when he was in funds), no one in the + camp was awake or stirring. And of all, none kept more regular hours than + Obed and the two boys. + </p> + <p> + Casting about for some explanation, the tramp's attention was drawn to the + burden that Obed carried. + </p> + <p> + "What can it be?" he asked himself wonderingly. Then, with a flash of + conviction, he said to himself: "A nugget! They've found a nugget as sure + as I'm a sinner!" + </p> + <p> + The tramp was intensely excited. His covetous soul was stirred to its + depths. The opportunity he had been waiting for so long had come at + length. It meant fortune for him. Qualms of conscience about appropriating + the property of another troubled him not at all. He meant to have the + nugget, by fair means or foul. + </p> + <p> + The would-be thief understood well, however, that there would be + difficulties in the way of accomplishing his design. Obed and the two boys + were broad awake, and half an hour—perhaps an hour, must elapse + before he could feel sure that they would be asleep. In the meantime it + would be best to keep away from the cabin, lest someone inside might see + him lurking near, and suspect his purpose. + </p> + <p> + While he is keeping watch from a distance, let us enter the cabin. + </p> + <p> + Obed and the boys are sitting on their rude pallets, congratulating + themselves on having secured the nugget, and removed it from the mine + unobserved. Harry had made a remark to that effect, when Obed Stackpole + responded, "Do you know, boys, I feel sort of uneasy to-night." + </p> + <p> + "Why?" asked Jack. + </p> + <p> + "I'm afraid someone might have seen us on our way from the mine." + </p> + <p> + "I couldn't see anybody," Harry remarked. + </p> + <p> + "Nor I, but there may have been someone, nevertheless. The fact is, I + never expected to be uneasy on account of my wealth, but that's the way + the case stands just at present. When we were poor I slept like a top." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you wouldn't care to get rid of your care by throwing the + nugget away," Harry said with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "I'm not so uneasy as that yet, but I should feel a little safer if we and + the nugget could be transported to Melbourne in five minutes." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose someone did see us?" queried Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Then we may expect a visit some time tonight." + </p> + <p> + "One of us might remain awake, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "That would be rather hard on us, for we are all tired. I don't believe I + could stay awake all night if I tried." + </p> + <p> + "Is there any way of concealing the nugget?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. If we had a cellar that would be a good place, but——" + </p> + <p> + "Stop, I have an idea!" cried Harry eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Harry, out with it." + </p> + <p> + "We can put the nugget in the trunk." + </p> + <p> + There was an old trunk, covered with hair, which had been left by the last + occupant of the cabin. The lock was broken, and it was not of much use or + value, but the boys occasionally used it as a seat. + </p> + <p> + "What security would that be?" said Obed. "It is easy enough to open the + trunk." + </p> + <p> + "I know it, but I have another idea. Wrap up that stone in the + handkerchief in place of the nugget. The thief—if one should come—would + see it, and make off with it without stopping to examine its contents." + </p> + <p> + Obed smiled grimly. + </p> + <p> + "That's a good idea," he said. "I believe you're right, boy. It's dark, + and the thief couldn't tell the difference till he came to examine it." + </p> + <p> + Stones and fragments of rock are rare in that part of Australia, and I am + not prepared to explain how this particular rock found its way into the + mining village. The boys had found it, however, and thinking it might be + of some use had carried it to the cabin. Never, however, in their wildest + imaginings had it entered into their minds to conceive the use to which + they were now putting it. + </p> + <p> + No sooner said than done. The nugget was taken from the enfolding + bandanna, and dropped into the trunk, which Obed placed at the head of his + pallet. + </p> + <p> + "I wish there was a lock and key," he said. "I should somehow feel safer." + </p> + <p> + "It's no use wishing," said Harry. "We've got to take things as we find + them." + </p> + <p> + "That's true philosophy, boy. Now get the rock, and tie it up." + </p> + <p> + Harry did so. + </p> + <p> + "Where shall I put it?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Anywhere where it can be seen easily. We won't trouble the thief to look + round much. We'll make everything easy for him." + </p> + <p> + When the transfer was effected, the boys laughed with glee. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know, Obed," said Harry. "I shall be rather disappointed now if + the thief doesn't come." + </p> + <p> + "I can get along without him," said Obed dryly. + </p> + <p> + "But it'll be such a good joke, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care so much about jokes as I did when I was your age, Harry. I + used to be a great feller for jokes when I was along in my teens. Did I + ever tell you the joke I played on the schoolmaster? + </p> + <p> + "Well, I was attendin' the district school the winter I was sixteen, and I + expect I was rather troublesome, though there wasn't anything downright + bad about me. But I remember one day when I stuck a bent pin in the chair + the master usually sot in, and I shan't forget till my dyin' day how quick + he riz up when he sot down on it." + </p> + <p> + Obed chuckled at the recollection, and so did the boys. Their sympathies + ought to have been with the schoolmaster, but I am sorry to say that did + not prevent their enjoying the joke. + </p> + <p> + "Were you found out?" asked Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Not exactly, but I think the master always suspected me. At any rate he + was always cuffin' me and pullin' my hair. I didn't mind the fust so much + as the last. So one day I got my mother to cut my hair close to my head. + When I went to school the master gave me a queer look. He knew what made + me have my hair cut. The next time I got into mischief he called me up, + and instead of pullin' my hair he pulled my ears till I hollered. 'Now go + home and get your ears cut off,' he said, but I didn't." + </p> + <p> + "It seems to me the joke was on you that time, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "I've surmised as much myself," said Obed, laughing quietly. "But I'm + tired, boys, and I believe I shall have to go off to sleep, nugget or no + nugget." + </p> + <p> + "All right! Good-night, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "Good-night, boys." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. — THE MIDNIGHT ROBBERY. + </h2> + <p> + The thief had little difficulty in entering the cabin. No one in the + mining settlement thought of locking the outer door or closing the + windows. In many cases the doors were left ajar; in some cases there were + none. It was not necessary, therefore, to become a housebreaker. Entrance + then was the least difficulty. + </p> + <p> + The tramp, however, was not quite easy in his mind. He didn't care for the + two boys, but he glanced with apprehension at the reclining figure of the + tall gaunt Yankee, who was thin but wiry, and possessed of more than + ordinary physical strength. + </p> + <p> + "If he should tackle me," thought the midnight visitor with a shudder, "it + would be all up with me. He could shake the life out of me." + </p> + <p> + But the stake was a valuable one—it would in all probability make + him comfortable for life, if judiciously husbanded—and Obed's + slumber seemed so profound that there appeared to be no risk. Nevertheless + the tramp trembled, and his heart was in his mouth as he stealthily got in + through the open window, and moved toward the nugget, or what he supposed + to be such. He had one eye on Obed as he reached for the bundle. It was + with difficulty that he could lift it, so heavy was it, but this only + encouraged him, and made his eyes sparkle covetously. The heavier it was, + the more valuable it must be. Were it twice as heavy, he would be willing + to carry it ten miles, enduring cheerfully all the fatigue it might + entail. No thought of the rightful owners or of their disappointment + disturbed him. That greed of gain which hardens the heart and banishes all + scruples, held firm dominion over him. + </p> + <p> + He lifted the bundle, and as noiselessly as he entered he made his egress + through the window. + </p> + <p> + He thought he was unobserved, but he was mistaken. + </p> + <p> + Harry Vane was usually a heavy sleeper. He had slept through many a + thunder-storm at home, and under ordinary circumstances he would have + slept through this entire night. But the thought of the nugget, even in + his sleeping hours, weighed upon him and entered into his dreams. + Singularly, he was dreaming at this very moment that it was being stolen, + and in the intensity of his excitement all at once he became broad awake, + just as the thief was disappearing through the window. With a startled + look he glanced toward the place where the false nugget had been placed. + </p> + <p> + It was gone! + </p> + <p> + Evidently the thief had been taken in, and the thought amused him so much + that he almost unconsciously laughed aloud. The sound fell on the ears of + the receding thief, and filled his heart with apprehension, though he + fancied it was a sound emitted in sleep. Still, it might precede + awakening. + </p> + <p> + Once out of the window he did not stand upon the order of his going, but + fled with a speed remarkable considering the weight of the bundle he + carried. + </p> + <p> + Harry rose from his bed, and though he felt sure the thief had been + deceived, he still, in order to make sure, opened the trunk and felt for + the lump of gold. With a thrill of joy he found it still there. Then he + could give way to his sense of amusement, and laughed long and loud. He + did not, however, arouse Jack and Obed, who, like himself, were sound + sleepers. He didn't like, however, to have all the amusement to himself, + so he shook the Yankee till he awoke. + </p> + <p> + "What's the matter?" asked Obed, in a drowsy tone. + </p> + <p> + "We've been robbed," answered Harry. + </p> + <p> + "What!" exclaimed Mr. Stackpole in dismay, bounding from his pallet, now + thoroughly awake. "What is that you say?" + </p> + <p> + "The nugget is gone!" said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Confusion!" ejaculated Obed. "When? Who took it?" + </p> + <p> + "Don't be alarmed, Obed," said Harry quietly. "It's only the bogus nugget. + The real one is safe where we hid it." + </p> + <p> + "Tell me all about it, Harry. What skunk has been in here?" + </p> + <p> + "You know the man that was spying about our claim—the tramp." + </p> + <p> + "Did you see him?" + </p> + <p> + "Not till he was just getting out of the window." + </p> + <p> + Harry recounted briefly his sudden awakening, and the sight that greeted + him as he opened his eyes. + </p> + <p> + "I wish I'd been awake. I'd have boosted him out of that window," said + Obed grimly. + </p> + <p> + "I have no doubt you would, Obed," said Harry, laughing, "but I think we + needn't feel much of a grudge against the poor fellow. When he comes to + examine his booty by daylight, it's my impression he'll feel sick enough." + </p> + <p> + Obed laughed too. "I'd like to be looking on when he makes the discovery," + he said. "He'll look green enough, I guess." + </p> + <p> + "How could the fellow have found out that we had found it?" said Harry, + with a puzzled expression. + </p> + <p> + "He must have been out late and seen us coming from the mine." + </p> + <p> + "It is lucky we thought of hiding it, and leaving the rock in its place, + Obed." + </p> + <p> + "That's so. The rock came in handy for once." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think there is any danger of another visit to-night?" + </p> + <p> + "No; he probably won't discover how he has been tricked till morning." + </p> + <p> + "And even if he does he may suppose that this rock is what we brought with + us." + </p> + <p> + "Possibly. Still, Harry, I think we'd better keep awake and watch + to-night. It will only be for one night, as to-morrow we can make + arrangements to send the nugget by express to Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + "I thought we should be carrying it there ourselves." + </p> + <p> + "No, it would not be safe. To-morrow everybody will know that we have + found a nugget, and if we attempted to carry it ourselves we should not + get ten miles away without being attacked, and perhaps killed." + </p> + <p> + "Then we can send it by express?" queried Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I have inquired into this—not that I thought we would be lucky + enough to need the information. The government escorts charge one per + cent., and besides the Crown exacts a royalty of ten per cent." + </p> + <p> + "That's pretty steep, isn't it, Obed?" + </p> + <p> + "I will cheerfully bear my part of it," said Obed. "I remember there was + an old fellow in our place who owned considerable property—at any + rate he was taxed for fifteen thousand dollars. Whenever taxes became due + he was always groanin' and predictin' that he'd end his days in the + poorhouse. My father, who was only taxed for fifteen hundred, said to him + one day, 'Mr. Higgins, if you'll give me half of your property, I'll agree + to pay taxes on the whole, so that you'll have nothing to pay.'" + </p> + <p> + "Did he accept?" asked Harry, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "Not much, but he stopped growlin'. It may have given him a new idea of + the matter." + </p> + <p> + "How soon do you think of getting away, Obed?" + </p> + <p> + "As soon as we have sold the claim," answered the Yankee. "When it gets + reported round the camp what we've found there'll be plenty that'll want + to buy it on speculation, you may be sure of that." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think of that," said Harry, his eyes brightening. "We're luckier + than I thought." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Obed jocularly, "we're men of property now. I'm afraid + we'll have to pay taxes ourselves when we get home." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. — A THIEF'S EMBARRASSMENT. + </h2> + <p> + When the thief left Obed Stackpole's cabin with his booty his heart was + filled with exultation. He had been drifting about for years, the football + of fortune, oftener down than up, and had more than once known what it was + to pass an entire day without food. And all this because he had never been + willing to settle down to steady work or honest industry. He had set out + in life with a dislike for each, and a decided preference for living by + his wits. Theft was no new thing for him. Once he had barely escaped with + his life in one of the Western States of America for stealing a horse. He + had drifted to Australia, with no idea of working at the mines or anywhere + else, but with the intention of robbing some lucky miner and making off + with the proceeds of his industry. + </p> + <p> + Well, he had succeeded, and his heart was light. + </p> + <p> + "No more hard work for me," he said to himself joyfully, "no more + privation and suffering. Now I can live like a gentleman." + </p> + <p> + It never seemed to occur to him that a thief could by no possibility live + like a gentleman. To be a gentleman, in his opinion, meant having a + pocketful of money. + </p> + <p> + He would like to have examined the nugget, but there was no time, nor was + there light enough to form an opinion of it. Besides, Obed and the two + boys might at any moment discover their loss, and then there would be + pursuers on his track. He could not hide it, for it was too large, and + anyone seeing what he carried would suspect its nature and character. + </p> + <p> + The responsibility of property was upon him now. It was an unaccustomed + sensation. This thief began now to dread an encounter with other thieves. + There were other men, as well as himself, who had little respect for the + rights of property, and this he well knew. + </p> + <p> + "Where shall I go?" he asked himself in perplexity. + </p> + <p> + It would not do to stay in the neighborhood of the mining camp. By dawn, + or as soon as tidings of the robbery should spread, there would be an + organized pursuit. In any mining settlement a thief fares hard. In the + absence of any established code of laws, the relentless laws of Judge + Lynch are executed with merciless severity. Beads of perspiration began to + form on the brow of the thief as he realized the terrible danger he had + incurred. What good would it do him after all to get away with the nugget + if it should cost him his life, and that was a contingency, as his + experience assured him, by no means improbable. + </p> + <p> + "If I were only in Melbourne," he said to himself, "I would lose no time + in disposing of the nugget, and then would take the first ship for England—or + anywhere else. Any place would be better than Australia, for that will + soon be too hot to hold me." + </p> + <p> + It was one thing to wish, and another to realize the wish. He was still in + the immediate vicinity of the mining camp, and there were almost + insuperable difficulties in the way of getting far from it with his + treasure safe. + </p> + <p> + The thief kept on his way, however, and after a while reached a piece of + woods. + </p> + <p> + "This will be a good place to hide," he bethought himself. "I may be able + to conceal the nugget somewhere." + </p> + <p> + His first feeling of exultation had given place to one of deep anxiety and + perplexity. After, he was not as happy as he anticipated. Only yesterday + he had been poor—almost destitute—but at any rate free from + anxiety and alarm. Now he was rich, or thought he was, and his heart was + filled with nervous apprehension. + </p> + <p> + He wandered about for two or three hours, weary and feeling great need of + sleep, but afraid to yield to the impulse. Suppose he should lose + consciousness, and sleep till morning: the first man who found him asleep + would rob him of the precious nugget, and then he would be back again + where he had been the day before, and for years back. The dream of his + life had been fulfilled, and he was in no position to enjoy it. Oftentimes + God grants our wishes only to show us how little they add to our + happiness. + </p> + <p> + It was no light burden—this heavy nugget which he was forced to + carry with him, and, drowsy as he was, more than once he stumbled with it + and came near falling. But at last he saw before him a cabin—deserted, + apparently—and his heart was filled with joy. It would afford him a + place to obtain needed repose, and there would be some means of hiding his + rich treasure. + </p> + <p> + He peered timidly into the cabin and found it empty. On the floor in the + corner was a pallet. He put the nugget under the upper part, thus raising + it and supplying the place of a pillow. It was hard enough, as the reader + will imagine, but it was better than nothing; and appeared to combine + safety with a chance to rest. + </p> + <p> + The thief fell asleep, and slept soundly. When he awoke it was bright, and + the morning was evidently well advanced. In an instant consciousness came, + and with anxious thought he felt for the nugget. It was still there, as he + realized joyfully. He was on the point of examining it, when a step was + heard. He looked up startled, and saw a man entering the cabin. This man + was such another as himself—an adventurer—and the tramp + remembered to have seen him about the camp. He was an ill-favored man, + poorly dressed, and might have passed for a brother of the first comer so + far as his moral qualities and general appearance were concerned. + </p> + <p> + "Halloa!" the new arrival said, gazing with a little surprise at the + prostrate man. + </p> + <p> + "Halloa," returned the other, surveying the new arrival with apprehension. + </p> + <p> + "Is this your crib?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I'm only passing the night here." + </p> + <p> + "Haven't I seen you at the mines?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I have been there." + </p> + <p> + "And now you are leaving, are you?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know exactly. I haven't made up my mind." + </p> + <p> + "Well I am. I'm out of luck." + </p> + <p> + "So am I." + </p> + <p> + "There's nothing to be done at the mines." + </p> + <p> + "Just my idea!" + </p> + <p> + "Humph! what do you think of doing?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. I want to get away for one thing." + </p> + <p> + "So do I. Suppose we keep company, friend. Two are more social than one, + eh?" + </p> + <p> + This proposal gave the first man anxious thought. If he had a companion, + he could not hide for any length of time the fact that he was in + possession of the nugget. Yet he did not know how to refuse without + exciting suspicion. The new arrival noticed it, and it stirred up anger in + him. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I aint good enough for you?" he said, frowning. + </p> + <p> + "No, no, it isn't that," said the first eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you want me to go with you?" demanded the new arrival bluntly. "Yes + or no." + </p> + <p> + "Have you got any money?" asked the thief, "because I haven't." + </p> + <p> + "No more have I. We'll be equal partners." + </p> + <p> + "Then I'm afraid we won't get very far." + </p> + <p> + "You'll get as far as I will. But I say, what is that under your head, + pard?" + </p> + <p> + The question had come at last. The thief trembled, and answered nervously: + </p> + <p> + "It's—it's—I am using it for a pillow," he faltered. + </p> + <p> + "Let us see your pillow," said the new arrival suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + The thief came to a sudden determination, suggested by necessity. Two + would make a stronger guard than one, and, though this man was not the one + he would have selected, accident had thrown them together, and he would + risk it. + </p> + <p> + "Look here, my friend," he said, "it's a great secret." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, a secret, is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but I am going to make you my confidant. I am greatly in need of a + friend and partner, and I'll make it worth your while to stand by me. I'll + give you a quarter of—what I have here—if you'll see me safe + to Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + "What is it, pard? Out with it, quick!" + </p> + <p> + "It's—a nugget, and the biggest one that's been found at Bendigo + since they commenced mining." + </p> + <p> + "A nugget! Great Jehoshaphat! Let me see it!" + </p> + <p> + The thief drew the bundle—still wrapped in Obed's red bandanna—from + underneath the pallet, while his companion in intense excitement bent over + to catch a glimpse of the treasure. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. — BAFFLED CUPIDITY. + </h2> + <p> + An expression of surprise and dismay, almost ludicrous, appeared on the + faces of the two adventurers as the contents of the handkerchief were + revealed. + </p> + <p> + "Why, it's nothing but a rock!" exclaimed the new-comer, with an oath. + </p> + <p> + The thief stared at him in helpless consternation, and was unable to utter + a word. + </p> + <p> + "What does all this mean?" asked the new-comer sternly. "If you are + humbugging me, I'll——" and he finished the sentence with an + oath. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what it means," answered the thief in a disconsolate tone. + "I'm just as much surprised as you are." + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get it? How came you to make such a fool of yourself?" + demanded the new-comer, frowning heavily. + </p> + <p> + "You know that Yankee and the two boys who have a claim next to + Pickett's?" + </p> + <p> + "Well?" + </p> + <p> + "Last night I was coming from the Hut"—that was the local name of + the cabin devoted to gambling purposes—"when I saw them coming from + their claim. The Yankee had this —— rock tied up in yonder + handkerchief. Of course, I supposed it was a nugget. No one would suppose + he was taking all that pains with a common rock." + </p> + <p> + "Go on! Did you follow them?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; that is, I kept them in sight. They entered their cabin, and I + waited, perhaps three-quarters of an hour, till they had time to fall + asleep." + </p> + <p> + "Were you near the cabin all the time?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I didn't dare to be too near for fear I should be observed. I wanted + the nugget, but I didn't want to run any risk." + </p> + <p> + "I have no doubt you were very prudent," said the second, with an + unpleasant sneer. Doubtless he would have done the same, but his + disappointment was so great that he could not resist the temptation of + indulging in this fling at the man who had unintentionally contributed to + it. + </p> + <p> + "Of course I was," said the first, with some indignation. "Would you have + had me enter the cabin while they were all awake, and carry it off under + their very eyes? That would be mighty sensible." + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, then you would have got the genuine nugget." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean? Do you think there was a nugget?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course I do. It's as plain as the nose on your face, and that's plain + enough, in all conscience. They've played a trick on you." + </p> + <p> + "What trick?" + </p> + <p> + "It appears to me you are mighty stupid, my friend. They hid away the real + nugget, and put this in its place. That Yankee is a good deal sharper than + you are, and he wasn't going to run no risks." + </p> + <p> + "Do you believe this?" asked the thief, his jaw falling. + </p> + <p> + "There's no doubt of it. They've had a fine laugh at your expense before + this, I'll be bound." + </p> + <p> + "Just my luck!" ejaculated the thief dolefully. "After all the pains I've + taken, too." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is hard lines on a poor industrious man like you!" said the + new-comer cynically. "You're not smart enough to be a successful thief." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are," retorted the other resentfully. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I flatter myself I am," returned the other composedly. "When I take + anything, at any rate I have the sense to take something worth carrying + away—not a worthless rock like this. You must have had a fine time + lugging it from the mines." + </p> + <p> + "It nearly broke my back," said the thief gloomily. + </p> + <p> + "And now you don't know what to do with it? Take my advice, my friend, and + carry it back to the original owner. He may find it handy another time." + </p> + <p> + "I'll be blessed if I do," growled the unhappy thief. + </p> + <p> + "I doubt that," said his companion dryly. "However, do as you please. It + don't interest me. I don't think on the whole I will accept your offer of + a partnership. When I take a partner I want a man with some small supply + of brains." + </p> + <p> + The first looked at him resentfully. He did not like these taunts, and + would have assaulted him had he dared, but the new-comer was powerfully + built, and evidently an unsafe man to take liberties with. He threw + himself back on the pallet and groaned. + </p> + <p> + "Well," said the second after a pause, "when you've got through crying + over spilt milk, will you kindly tell me where I can get something to + eat?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know." + </p> + <p> + "Humph! that's short and to the point. It is something I would like very + much to know, for my part. I feel decidedly hungry." + </p> + <p> + "I have no appetite," said the luckless thief mournfully. + </p> + <p> + "You will have, after a while. Then you can't think of any cabin near by + where we could get a breakfast?" + </p> + <p> + "There's Joe's.'" + </p> + <p> + "Where's Joe's?" + </p> + <p> + "About a mile from here on the road to the camp." + </p> + <p> + "Are you acquainted with Joe?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Is your credit good with him?" + </p> + <p> + "I think he would trust me for a breakfast." + </p> + <p> + "And me? You can introduce me as a friend of yours." + </p> + <p> + "You haven't been talking like a friend of mine," said the first + resentfully. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps not. However, you must make allowances for my natural + disappointment. You led me into it, you know." + </p> + <p> + "If it comes to that, I have done you no harm. Even if the nugget wasn't + real, you had no claim to it." + </p> + <p> + "You excited my hopes, and that's enough to rile any man—that is, + when disappointment follows. However, there's no use crying over spilt + milk. I have an idea that may lead to something." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" asked the thief with some eagerness. + </p> + <p> + "I will tell you—after breakfast. My ideas don't flow freely when I + am hungry. Come, my friend, get up, and lead the way to Joe's. I have an + aching void within, which needs filling up. Your appetite may come too—after + a walk." + </p> + <p> + Somehow this man, cool and cynical as he was, impressed his fellow + adventurer, and he rose obediently, and led the way out of the cabin. + </p> + <p> + "I wish I knew what was your idea," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Well, I don't mind telling you. I believe the Yankee did find a nugget." + </p> + <p> + "Well?" + </p> + <p> + "You haven't got it, but you may get it—that is, we may get it." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see how. He will be on his guard now." + </p> + <p> + "Of course he will. I don't mean that we should repeat the blunder of last + night. You may be sure he won't keep it in his cabin another night." + </p> + <p> + "Then how are we to get it?" + </p> + <p> + "Follow him to Melbourne. He'll carry it there, and on the way we can + relieve him of it." + </p> + <p> + "There's something in that." + </p> + <p> + "We shall be together, and he won't take me in as readily as he did you. + After breakfast, if we are lucky enough to get any, we must go back to the + camp, and find out what we can about his plans. Do you think anyone saw + you last night when you were in the cabin?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "That is well. Then you won't be suspected. But I can't say a word more + till I have had breakfast." + </p> + <p> + After half an hour's walking—it was only half a mile, but the soil + was boggy, rendering locomotion difficult—they reached a humble + wayside cabin, which was in some sort a restaurant, and by dint of + diplomacy and a promise of speedy payment, they secured a meal to which, + despite their disappointment, they did ample justice. + </p> + <p> + Breakfast over, they resumed their fatiguing walk, and reached the mining + camp about ten o'clock. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. — THE NUGGET IN SAFETY. + </h2> + <p> + Fatigued by their exertions of the previous days and the late hours they + had kept, Obed and the boys rose at a later hour than usual. About eight + o'clock Obed opened his eyes, and noticed that his two young companions + were fast asleep. + </p> + <p> + "It's time to get up, boys," he said, giving them a gentle shake. + </p> + <p> + The boys opened their eyes, and realized, by the bright sunshine entering + the cabin, that the day was already well advanced. + </p> + <p> + "What time is it, Obed?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Past eight o'clock. We shall be late at our work." + </p> + <p> + He smiled, and his smile was reflected on the faces of the boys. Their + success of the day before made it a matter of indifference whether they + accomplished a good day's work or not. + </p> + <p> + "What are we going to do about the nugget, Obed?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "After breakfast we will carry it to the office of the commissioner, and + get his receipt for it." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to get it out of our hands," said Jack. + </p> + <p> + "If that is the case, Jack, suppose you give your share to me," said + Harry, in joke. + </p> + <p> + "I didn't mean to get rid of it in that way," said the young sailor. + </p> + <p> + "You would be as ready to give it as I to accept it," said Harry. "No, + Jack, I want you to have your share. I am sure you will have a use for + it." + </p> + <p> + After breakfast the three emerged from the cabin, bearing the precious + nugget with them. They did not meet anyone on their way to the office of + the commissioner, for all the miners had gone to their work. This suited + them, for until they had disposed of the nugget, they did not care to have + their good luck made public. + </p> + <p> + The royal commissioner was a stout Englishman with a red face and abundant + whiskers of the same color. He chanced to be at the door of the office as + the party appeared. + </p> + <p> + "Well, can I do anything for you?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; you can give us a receipt for this nugget." + </p> + <p> + "Nugget!" ejaculated the commissioner, fixing his eyes for the first time + on the burden which Mr. Stackpole carried. "Bless my soul! you don't mean + to say that you have found a nugget of that size!" + </p> + <p> + "That's just what we've done," answered Obed. + </p> + <p> + "When did you find it?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, we took it from the mine about midnight. We found it in the + afternoon, but calculated we'd better take possession when there wasn't so + many lookin' on. I say, Mr. Commissioner, I don't think it would agree + with me to be a rich man. I got broken of my rest last night, from havin' + the nugget in the cabin." + </p> + <p> + "You ran very little risk. No one could have found out that you had it in + your possession," remarked the commissioner. + </p> + <p> + "That's where you are mistaken, commissioner. We came near being robbed of + it only an hour after we brought it home." + </p> + <p> + "Bless my soul! How did that happen?" + </p> + <p> + "A pesky thief sneaked in, and carried it off, as he thought." + </p> + <p> + "How could he think he carried it off when he did not?" + </p> + <p> + Upon this Obed explained the trick to which he had resorted, and the + commissioner laughed heartily. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know the man—the thief, I mean?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is, a man that has been prowlin' round the camp for some weeks, + not doin' anything, but watchin' for a chance to appropriate the property + of some lucky miner. I'd like to see the fellow's face when he opens the + handkerchief this morning, and finds the rock." + </p> + <p> + "It appears you have lost a handkerchief, at any rate," said the + commissioner, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "He's welcome to it," answered Obed, "if it will comfort him any. I + brought it away from home two years ago, and now I can afford to buy + another." + </p> + <p> + By this time the nugget had been carried into the office and exposed to + view. + </p> + <p> + "It is a splendid specimen," said the commissioner admiringly. "It is + certainly the largest that has ever been found in this camp." + </p> + <p> + "Has any been found before?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; six months ago a Scotch miner, named Lindsay, found one weighing + twenty-two pounds and some ounces." + </p> + <p> + "Is he here now?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, and without a shilling." + </p> + <p> + "Didn't his nugget benefit him any then?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "It became a curse to him. He obtained some thousands of dollars for it, + and all went in three months." + </p> + <p> + "How did he get rid of it?" + </p> + <p> + "In drinking and gambling. Two months since he drifted back to the camp in + rags. He did not have money enough to buy a claim, but being a good + practical miner he got a chance to work a claim on shares for another man, + who had just come out from Melbourne, and who knew very little of mining. + I hope you will make better use of your money. Are these boys your + partners?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Mr. Commissioner, they are equal partners. What's one's luck, is the + luck of all." + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the commissioner was weighing the nugget on a pair of scales. + The three awaited the result with great interest. + </p> + <p> + "It weighs seventy-four pounds and four ounces," he announced. "My friend, + it will be famous in the annals of Australia. If I am not mistaken, when + it is known it will create a stampede to our mines." + </p> + <p> + "About how much do you think it will realize?" asked Obed. + </p> + <p> + "At a rough guess, I should say fifteen thousand dollars. It may be more + and it may be less." + </p> + <p> + Obed Stackpole's rough face was fairly radiant. + </p> + <p> + "I say, boys," he remarked, turning to Harry and Jack, "that's a pretty + good day's work, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "I should say so, Obed." + </p> + <p> + The commissioner made out a receipt, which Obed put away carefully in his + pocket. + </p> + <p> + "That's better than carrying the nugget round," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you will go to Melbourne," said the commissioner. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, we shall start in a day or two." + </p> + <p> + Here Obed paused, for it occurred to him that there were practical + difficulties in the way of carrying out his plan. + </p> + <p> + "That is," he added slowly, "if we can raise the money. I suppose we can't + borrow on the nugget?" + </p> + <p> + "No, but I can suggest a way out of your difficulties. You can sell your + claim. It will realize a good round sum, as the one from which the nugget + has been taken." + </p> + <p> + "That's so, Mr. Commissioner. Thank you for the suggestion. Boys, there is + still some business before us. We'll realize something extra, it seems. I + don't care how much, if it's only enough to take us to Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + Just then a miner entered the office, and seeing the nugget instantly made + it his purpose to report the lucky find throughout the camp. The effect + was instant and electrical. Every miner stopped work, and there was a rush + to the commissioner's office to see the nugget. All were cheered up. If + there was one nugget, there must be more. Confidence was restored to many + who had been desponding. Obed and the two boys were the heroes of the + hour, and the crowd came near lifting them on their shoulders, and bearing + them off in triumph. + </p> + <p> + Obed felt that this was a good time to sell the claim. + </p> + <p> + "Boys," he said, "we struck it rich and no mistake. How rich I don't know. + There may be other nuggets where this came from. But I and my partners + want to go back to America. The claim's for sale. Who wants it?" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. — SELLING THE CLAIM. + </h2> + <p> + "Let's adjourn to the mine," said Tom Lewis, a short, sturdy Englishman. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, let's see the place where the nugget was found," echoed another. + </p> + <p> + "All right! I'm agreeable," said Obed. + </p> + <p> + Followed by a crowd of miners, Obed Stackpole strode to the claim where he + had "struck it rich." In spite of his homely face and ungainly form there + was more than one who would have been willing to stand in his shoes, + homeliness and all. The day before little notice was taken of him. Now he + was a man who had won fame at a bound. + </p> + <p> + They soon stood around the lucky claim. + </p> + <p> + "It isn't much to look at, gentlemen," said Obed, "but looks is deceptive, + as my old grandmother used to tell me. 'Handsome is as handsome does,' and + this 'ere hole's done the handsome thing for me and my partners, and I + venture to say it hasn't got through doin' handsome things. It's made + three of us rich, and it's ready to make somebody else rich. Who'll be the + lucky man? Do I hear a bid!" + </p> + <p> + "Fifty pounds," said Tom Lewis. + </p> + <p> + "That'll do to start on, but it won't do to take. Fifty pounds I am + offered. Who says a hundred?" + </p> + <p> + A German miner offered a hundred, and Tom Lewis raised ten pounds. + </p> + <p> + A Scotch miner, Aleck Graham, offered a hundred and twenty-five. + </p> + <p> + From that time the bids rose slowly. Obed showed himself an excellent + auctioneer—indeed he had had some experience at home—and by + his dry and droll remarks stimulated the bidding when it became dull, and + did not declare the claim sold till it was clear no higher bid could be + obtained. + </p> + <p> + "Three hundred pounds, and sold to Frank Scott," he concluded. "Mr. Scott, + I congratulate you. I calculate you've made a pretty good investment, and + I shouldn't wonder if you'd find another nugget within a week. 'Birds of a + feather flock together,' as my writing-book says, and 'it never rains but + it pours.'" + </p> + <p> + Frank Scott came forward and made arrangements for the payment of the sum + he had offered. Within five minutes he was offered an advance of + twenty-five pounds for his bargain, which put him in good humor, though he + declined it. I may as well say here, since we are soon to bid farewell to + Bendigo, that the claim yielded him double the amount of his investment, + and though this was not up to his expectations, he had no reason to regret + his purchase. + </p> + <p> + The little crowd of miners were just separating when two new-comers + appeared on the scene. They were the well-matched pair who had met earlier + in the morning at the deserted cabin. For convenience' sake we will call + them Colson and Ropes, the former being the man who had stolen the nugget, + as he supposed. + </p> + <p> + "What's all this crowd?" said Colson in a tone of curiosity. + </p> + <p> + Ropes put the question to Tom Lewis, who chanced to be passing. + </p> + <p> + "Haven't you heard about the nugget?" asked Lewis. + </p> + <p> + "What nugget?" asked Colson innocently. + </p> + <p> + "That slab-sided Yankee, Obed Stackpole, found a nugget last night—a + regular monster—and he's been selling his claim. I bid for it, but I + didn't bid high enough." + </p> + <p> + "Where's the nugget?" asked Colson eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "In charge of the commissioner, who will send it under escort to + Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + Colson expected this intelligence. Still he looked downcast. The chance of + getting hold of it under such circumstances seemed very small. + </p> + <p> + "What did the claim go for?" questioned Ropes. + </p> + <p> + "Three hundred pounds. Frank Scott bought it." + </p> + <p> + "That's a pretty steep price." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but there may be another nugget." + </p> + <p> + "And there may not." + </p> + <p> + "Then he'll be a loser. Of course there's a risk." + </p> + <p> + "Is the Yankee going to stay around here?" asked Colson. + </p> + <p> + "No; he and the two boys are going to Melbourne. I believe they are going + back to America." + </p> + <p> + "It's a shame that such a prize should go to Americans," said Colson, in a + discontented tone. + </p> + <p> + He would have been very glad to head a movement for robbing Obed and the + boys of the proceeds of their lucky discovery, on this flimsy ground. But + Tom Lewis was a fair-minded man. + </p> + <p> + "I don't see what that has to do with it," said he. "They found it, and + they have a right to it. Of course, I'd rather it had been me; but it + wasn't, and there's an end of it." + </p> + <p> + "Some people are born lucky!" grumbled Colson, as Lewis walked away. "I + never had any luck." + </p> + <p> + "The nugget you found wasn't quite so valuable," returned Ropes grimly. + </p> + <p> + "No; I tugged away for nothing. My arms and shoulders are stiff enough + this morning. And now the nugget is out of our reach." + </p> + <p> + "But not the three hundred pounds," said Ropes significantly. + </p> + <p> + "The price of the claim?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "That's true, but it won't do us any good." + </p> + <p> + "The Yankee will carry that with him. It's worth trying for." + </p> + <p> + The suggestion seemed to strike Colson favorably. The two held a whispered + consultation, which seemed to yield mutual satisfaction. They were, + indeed, congenial spirits, and agreed upon one point, that it was better + to make a living by knavery than by doing honest work for honest wages. + Yet there is no harder or more unsatisfactory way of living than this. + Ill-gotten gains seldom benefit the possessor, and the plans of wicked men + often fail altogether. + </p> + <p> + Gradually the two had drawn near to the claim, and at last drew the + attention of Obed and the boys. + </p> + <p> + Obed's thin face lighted up with satisfaction as he recognized the man who + had attempted to steal the nugget. + </p> + <p> + "Good-mornin', squire," he said politely. "You look kind of tired, as if + you was up late last night." + </p> + <p> + Colson eyed him sharply. "Does he suspect?" thought he. "Yes," he + answered, in an indifferent tone, "I didn't rest very well." + </p> + <p> + "Where did you pass the night?" + </p> + <p> + "'Round here," he answered vaguely. + </p> + <p> + "You look as if you had been taking a long walk." + </p> + <p> + "You are very observing," said Colson, not over pleased. + </p> + <p> + "I always was. It pays a man—sometimes." + </p> + <p> + "I hear you've struck it rich," said Colson, not caring to take notice of + the other's significant tone. + </p> + <p> + "Found a nugget, they tell me," interpolated Ropes. "How big was it?" + </p> + <p> + "Weighs about seventy-five pounds!" + </p> + <p> + "That is luck!" said Colson, with a sickly smile. He could scarcely help + groaning as he thought of his loss. + </p> + <p> + "Well, yes, it is tolerable hefty. I reckon me and the boys will be able + to take it easy for a few years. But we came near losin' it, after all." + </p> + <p> + "How's that?" Colson asked, but he did not venture to meet Obed's glance. + </p> + <p> + "Some skunk saw us bringin' back the nugget, and prowled round till he + thought we was all asleep. Then he got into the cabin and carried it off. + That is, he thought he did, but we was a little too sharp for him. We tied + up a big rock in my handkerchief, and I guess he had a sweet time carryin' + it off." + </p> + <p> + "Ha, ha! A good joke!" said Colson, but his laughter was mirthless. + </p> + <p> + "I thought you'd enjoy the joke, squire," said Obed. "How I pity the poor + fellow! His arms must ache with luggin' the old rock. The best of it is we + know the fellow that took it." + </p> + <p> + "You do?" ejaculated Colson, his jaw dropping. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Harry woke up just in the nick of time and saw him scootin' out of + the cabin. If I should tell the boys 'round here, I reckon they'd lynch + him!" added Obed quietly. + </p> + <p> + "Just so," assented Colson, but his face was of a sickly hue, and taking + Ropes by the arm he hurried him away. + </p> + <p> + "That fellow's well scared," said Obed, turning to his two young + companions. "I reckon he'll make himself scarce till we're out of the + way." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. — THE TWO CONSPIRATORS. + </h2> + <p> + Obed and the boys made arrangements to travel with the party sent by the + commissioner as an escort to the nugget and other sums intrusted to it by + different miners. The strong guard gave them a sense of security which + they would not have had under other circumstances. + </p> + <p> + They were all in high spirits. They were no longer penniless adventurers, + but, though not rich, were possessed of enough gold to make them feel so. + Now that they were well fixed they were all filled with a strong desire to + see their home across the sea. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose, Obed, you'll be getting married soon after you reach home?" + said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "The very first thing I shall do will be to pay off the mortgage on dad's + farm," said Mr. Stackpole. "I want to see him a free man, with a home that + can't be taken from him. Then I'll look after the other matter." + </p> + <p> + "You are right, Obed. I only wish I had a father to help and care for," + said Harry soberly. + </p> + <p> + "I've got a step-father," said Jack, "but I don't feel much like helping + him." + </p> + <p> + "You have a mother, Jack." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but I shall have to be careful about giving her money, for her + husband would get it away from her before long." + </p> + <p> + "Well, boys, we won't borrow trouble before the time comes. For all I know + Suke Stanwood may have got tired of waitin' for me, and married some other + feller." + </p> + <p> + "In that case, Obed, I suppose you would die of a broken heart." + </p> + <p> + "Not much, but I don't mind sayin' that I should feel uncommon blue." + </p> + <p> + Two days elapsed before Obed and his party started on their return trip. + Meanwhile Colson and Ropes had disappeared. The boys had expected to see + them about the camp, but they had vanished. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder what has become of them?" said Harry, just as they were + starting. + </p> + <p> + "I reckon they're hatchin' some new mischief, wherever they are," returned + Obed composedly. "You maybe sure they're not engaged in any honest work." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps Colson is trying to sell his nugget," suggested Jack with a + smile. + </p> + <p> + "He's welcome to all he can get for it," said Obed. + </p> + <p> + Obed was very near the truth in his conjecture. Their greed was excited by + thoughts of the nugget which our three friends had discovered, and their + brains were busied with plans for obtaining possession of it. The chances + didn't seem very encouraging. It was under strong escort, and it would be + sheer madness for the two to attack an armed party. It would require a + much larger force than they could command to make an attack at all + practicable. + </p> + <p> + With no special plans, but with the hope that something would turn up in + their favor, the two men started for Melbourne in advance of the + government party. They were indebted for the requisite funds to a + successful theft by Colson, who was an expert in his line. It is + unnecessary to chronicle their daily progress. We will look in upon them + on the fourth day. + </p> + <p> + They were making toilsome progress, over the boggy road, when all at once + they were confronted by three bushrangers headed by Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "Surrender, or you are dead men!" exclaimed Fletcher, with a boldness + which will be easily understood when it is considered that his force + outnumbered the travellers two to one. + </p> + <p> + Neither Colson nor Ropes appeared to be frightened. Indeed, they were + looking for such an encounter. + </p> + <p> + "All right, gentlemen," said Ropes quietly. "We are quite ready to + surrender." + </p> + <p> + "Empty your pockets," was the next order. + </p> + <p> + "All right again!" said Ropes. "I am sorry to say we haven't much to + surrender." + </p> + <p> + "Is this all you have?" asked Fletcher, frowning when a pound and ten + shillings were delivered to him as their united contributions to the + bushrangers' fund. + </p> + <p> + "We haven't a penny more." + </p> + <p> + "Search them!" said Fletcher to his followers. + </p> + <p> + A search, however, failed to bring to light anything more. + </p> + <p> + "Why, you poor tramps!" exclaimed Fletcher in disgust. "You are unworthy + the attention of gentlemen." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps not, captain," answered Colson. "May I have a word with you in + private?" + </p> + <p> + Not without suspicion Fletcher granted this unexpected request, and + stepped aside with Colson a few paces, taking care, however, to keep near + enough to his party to insure his safety. + </p> + <p> + "Well, what have you to say?" he asked abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "I have no money to give you," replied Colson, "but I have information + that will enable you to obtain a great deal." + </p> + <p> + "What is your object in telling me this?" demanded Fletcher, still + suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "The fact is, my friend and I want to join with you in the enterprise, and + get a fair share of the booty." + </p> + <p> + "Do you wish to join our band, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, not permanently, but for a little while." + </p> + <p> + "Out with the information, then!" + </p> + <p> + "Will you agree to our terms?" + </p> + <p> + "What are they?" + </p> + <p> + "We want half of the prize." + </p> + <p> + "You are very modest," said Fletcher in a sarcastic tone. "How much will + it amount to?" + </p> + <p> + "Not far from a hundred thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher pricked up his ears. This was indeed a prize worth trying for. + </p> + <p> + "Give particulars," he said. + </p> + <p> + "A big nugget is on the way to Melbourne, or will be in a day or two. It + was found at Bendigo. I don't know how much it will net, but probably + seventy-five thousand dollars. Then there is a considerable amount of dust + besides." + </p> + <p> + "Who is to carry it? Is it in the hands of a private party?" + </p> + <p> + "No, it is under government escort." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher's countenance changed. + </p> + <p> + "That is a different matter," he said. "There is danger in attacking a + government party." + </p> + <p> + "Think of the big sum at stake." + </p> + <p> + "It would require the co-operation of the whole band." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose it does." + </p> + <p> + "There will be more to divide it among. The captain would not agree for a + moment to give away half." + </p> + <p> + "Say a third, then." + </p> + <p> + "I am not authorized to make any bargain. That will be for the captain to + decide. You had better tell me all you know about it, and I will lay it + before the captain and secure you the best terms I can on conditions——" + </p> + <p> + "Well?" + </p> + <p> + "That you give me quarter of your share." + </p> + <p> + "That is unreasonable," said Colson, disappointed. + </p> + <p> + "Then go ahead and rob the government train yourself." + </p> + <p> + Colson saw that he was helpless, and must submit to any terms proposed. He + accordingly signified his assent. + </p> + <p> + "Very well, then," said Fletcher, "you may come with us, and I will + introduce you to the captain. By the way, who found the nugget? You have + not told me that." + </p> + <p> + "A Yankee and two boys." + </p> + <p> + "What was the Yankee's name?" asked Fletcher eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Stackpole—Obed Stackpole." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher whistled. + </p> + <p> + "I know the man," he said. "The boys are about sixteen—one a + sailor?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I know them all, and I owe them all a grudge. There is nothing I should + like better than to take all they have and leave them penniless." + </p> + <p> + "I don't like them myself," said Colson, thinking this was the way to + curry favor with his new acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + "You know them also?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; they have treated me meanly." + </p> + <p> + Colson probably referred to their substituting a common rock for the rich + nugget, and so subjecting him to mortification and disappointment. + </p> + <p> + Fletcher asked him a few more questions, and then with the new accessions + plunged into the woods, and led his party to the headquarters of the + bushrangers. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. — TAKEN CAPTIVE. + </h2> + <p> + The new recruits, on being introduced to the captain of the bushrangers, + were subjected to a searching examination by the chief, a suspicion having + arisen in his mind that the two were spies sent out by the government to + lure the outlaws into a trap. He was convinced after a while that they + were acting in good faith, and a conference was called to decide what + should be done in the matter. On this point opinions differed. The nugget, + of course, would be a valuable prize, but it would be impossible to + dispose of it in Melbourne, as the fact of its discovery would have been + published, and any person attempting to sell it would be instantly + arrested. This view was held by Captain Ring himself. + </p> + <p> + "That objection is easily met," said Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "In what way?" + </p> + <p> + "One of the band could be sent to America to dispose of it. He could carry + it in his trunk as ordinary luggage." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you would like to undertake the commission," said Captain Ring. + </p> + <p> + "I should be very willing," said Fletcher eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "I don't doubt you would," returned the captain, in a sarcastic tone. "Who + would insure your making over the proceeds to us?" + </p> + <p> + "I hope you don't doubt my integrity," said Fletcher, with an air of + virtuous indignation. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I had better say nothing on that subject, Fletcher. The band are + unwilling to subject you to the temptation—that's all. Many good men + go wrong." + </p> + <p> + "You might send someone with me," suggested Fletcher, unwilling to give up + the tempting prospect. + </p> + <p> + "We haven't got the nugget yet," answered the captain dryly. + </p> + <p> + Colson and Ropes had listened with interest to the discussion. They began + to fear that nothing would be done. They would have been as much opposed + as anyone to trusting Fletcher, as he had not inspired them with + confidence. It takes a rogue to detect a rogue, and they already suspected + his true character. Their hope of revenge on Obed Stackpole seemed + slipping through their fingers. + </p> + <p> + "The Yankee and the two boys have a good deal of gold about them," + suggested Colson. "Of course it isn't much, compared with the nugget, but + it is better than nothing." + </p> + <p> + "How much has the Yankee?" demanded King. + </p> + <p> + "Three hundred pounds at least." + </p> + <p> + "That is something, but as he will travel with the government escort, we + should have to attack the whole party." + </p> + <p> + "Not necessarily. I have a plan that I think will work." + </p> + <p> + "Detail it." + </p> + <p> + Colson did so. What it was will appear in due time. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Obed and the two boys had started on their way to Melbourne. + With a strong military escort they gave themselves up to joyful + anticipations of the bright future that opened before them. They no longer + entertained apprehensions of being waylaid, being secure in the strength + of their party. + </p> + <p> + They travelled by easy stages, and at night camped out. A sentry was + always posted, who stood guard while the rest were asleep, for, unlikely + as an attack might be, it was deemed necessary to provide against it. + </p> + <p> + Often, however, after supper Obed and the two boys would take a walk + together, in order to talk over their plans without interruption from + others. On the third evening they unwittingly walked a little further than + usual. Harry was the first to notice it. + </p> + <p> + "Hadn't we better return, Obed?" he said. "We must be a mile from the + camp." + </p> + <p> + "You are right," said Obed. "It would be rather unlucky to meet with the + bushrangers, just as we are gettin' on so well." + </p> + <p> + "That's true; we mustn't run any risks." + </p> + <p> + They started to return, when Jack, stopping suddenly, said, "I thought I + heard a groan." + </p> + <p> + "So did I," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + They paused, and the groan was repeated. It appeared to come from a couple + of rods to the left in the recesses of the forest. + </p> + <p> + "If there's any poor critter in pain we ought to help him," said Obed, + "come along, boys!" + </p> + <p> + It was not difficult to discover the spot from which the groan proceeded. + A man of middle age lay outstretched beneath a tree, with an expression of + pain on his face. + </p> + <p> + "What's the matter, my friend?" asked Obed, standing over him. + </p> + <p> + "The bushrangers have robbed and beaten me," said the prostrate man + feebly. + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so! How long since?" + </p> + <p> + "About an hour." + </p> + <p> + "Then they must be near by," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "No; they went away as soon as they got my money." + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Jack had been attentively examining the face of the alleged + victim. He quietly beckoned to Harry to move off to a little distance. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Jack, what is it?" asked Harry, somewhat surprised. + </p> + <p> + "That man is one of the bushrangers. I remember his face very well. It is + one of the gang that captured us." + </p> + <p> + Harry was naturally startled. + </p> + <p> + "Are you sure of this?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I know him as well as I do Obed." + </p> + <p> + "Then it is a plot. We must get away if we can. There is danger in staying + here." + </p> + <p> + "You are right there, Harry." + </p> + <p> + "I will go up and take Obed's place while you call him away." + </p> + <p> + Harry advanced to the side of the victim, and said quietly, "Jack wishes + to speak to you a moment, Obed. He thinks we can carry this gentleman with + us, as he has lost all his money." + </p> + <p> + "Very well," said Obed, and walked to where Jack was standing. + </p> + <p> + Harry scrutinized the man's face, and he too recognized him as one of the + gang—but his face did not betray his suspicions. + </p> + <p> + "Were you robbed of much money?" he asked in a sympathizing tone. + </p> + <p> + "I had the value of a hundred pounds with me," said the other feebly. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you came from Bendigo like ourselves?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; have you been lucky?" + </p> + <p> + "We had some luck, but we are tired of mining, and are going back to + Melbourne. Would you like to have us take you along also?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if you would be so kind." + </p> + <p> + At this moment Obed's voice was heard. + </p> + <p> + "Come here, Harry; we'll make a litter to carry our friend there if he is + unable to walk." + </p> + <p> + "All right, Obed." + </p> + <p> + There might have been something in Obed's voice that betrayed him. At any + rate, the victim, looking up, eyed him keenly, and then, to the surprise + of the boys, gave a sharp whistle. Their suspicions were at once kindled, + and they started to run, but too late. From the underbrush there sprang + out three bushrangers, accompanied by Colson and Ropes, who covered the + boys with their weapons. + </p> + <p> + "Halt there!" exclaimed Fletcher in a tone of authority. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's you, is it?" said Obed with apparent coolness, though his heart + sank within him. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it's I, Mr. Stackpole," returned Fletcher, with a grim smile. "I + hope you're better fixed than when we met last. I hear you've found a + nugget." + </p> + <p> + "One of those gentlemen with you can give you information about that," + said Obed, indicating Colson. + </p> + <p> + Colson frowned and bit his lip. + </p> + <p> + "He has told us about it." + </p> + <p> + "Ask him for it, then. He broke into our tent the night we found it and + carried it off." + </p> + <p> + "Is this true?" demanded Fletcher, eying Colson suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "No, it's a lie. The nugget is in charge of a mounted escort on the way to + Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + "What have you done with <i>your</i> nugget, Colson?" asked Obed. + </p> + <p> + Colson did not reply. + </p> + <p> + "There's no time to waste here. Stackpole, you and the boys will have to + go with us. Here, you two men, close behind them. We must not let them + escape." + </p> + <p> + The party started with the captives in the middle. It was decidedly a bad + outlook for our three friends. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. — OBED IN A TIGHT PLACE. + </h2> + <p> + It must be confessed that the reflections of Obed and the two boys were + far from pleasant. The cup of happiness had been dashed from their lips + just as they had begun to taste it. Then again it was very mortifying to + watch the exultation of Fletcher and Colson, who had finally triumphed + over them after being successfully baffled. + </p> + <p> + "The worst of it is," said Obed to Harry, who was walking alongside of + him, "that them skunks have got the best of it. It's their time to crow + now." + </p> + <p> + "That's the way I feel," said Harry soberly. "I believe I would rather + have lost twice as much to anybody else." + </p> + <p> + "We haven't lost all, that's a comfort. They will take the money we have + with us, but if ever we escape to Melbourne, there is the nugget money + waiting for us." + </p> + <p> + Just then Colson stepped up with a smile on his face. + </p> + <p> + "It strikes me I've got about even with you, friend Stackpole," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Don't call me friend, Colson; I don't own any man as friend who acts like + you. So you're a bushranger, are you?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly not," answered Colson, amazed. + </p> + <p> + "It looks like it," remarked Obed significantly. + </p> + <p> + "I am merely in the company of the bushrangers just at present." + </p> + <p> + "Aiding and abetting them in their scheming. That's so, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "You haven't any interest in the plunder, then?" + </p> + <p> + Now, one of the bushrangers was within hearing, and Colson didn't venture + to say "No," or it would be virtually giving up his share of the money + taken from Obed and the boys. + </p> + <p> + "I don't care to answer any of your questions," he said stiffly. + </p> + <p> + "I don't wonder—not a mite, Colson. Still I'd like to ask one." + </p> + <p> + "What is it? I don't promise to answer it, though." + </p> + <p> + "Didn't you find that nugget rather heavy?" asked Obed slyly. + </p> + <p> + Colson didn't answer, but frowned, for the subject was a sore one. + </p> + <p> + "How many miles did you carry it, if I may be so bold?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't care to discuss the subject." + </p> + <p> + "I shouldn't if I were you. It makes me laugh when I think how you must + have looked when you found out it was nothing but common rock." + </p> + <p> + "How much does it weigh?" inquired Colson, in a tone of curiosity. + </p> + <p> + "Somewhere between fifty and five hundred pounds. Are you thinking of + attacking the guard? I wouldn't if I were you. They are prepared for + gentlemen of your kind. You'd be more likely to carry off lead than gold." + </p> + <p> + "Confound the fellow!" thought Colson. "He looks as if he had the best of + me—I must worry him a little." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know that you are in a very ticklish position?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I can't say it's a position I fancy much. Did you put our friends here on + the track?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I did," answered Colson in a tone of satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + "I thought so. That identifies you with them, Colson. You may find it used + against you in a court of justice." + </p> + <p> + "I am no more a bushranger than you are," said Colson uneasily. + </p> + <p> + "I would respect you more if you was, Colson. They're open and aboveboard, + anyway. You want to profit by the same means, but sneak out of it and say + you're not a bushranger. It'll be hard to persuade the courts of that." + </p> + <p> + "I have nothing to do with courts." + </p> + <p> + "You may have yet. Let me give you a piece of advice." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" demanded Colson suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "Join the band permanently. You're a man after Fletcher's own heart. You + and he will make a good match." + </p> + <p> + "Who is that mentioning my name?" asked Fletcher, who happened to be + within hearing. + </p> + <p> + "I took that liberty, squire. I've been advisin' Colson here to join your + band." + </p> + <p> + "What is that for?" + </p> + <p> + "I think it's a business that will suit him. His talents all lie in that + direction. He'll be like a brother to you, Fletcher." + </p> + <p> + "What did he say?" + </p> + <p> + "He don't like the idea. He seems to feel above you. He says he is only + keepin' company with you for a short time." + </p> + <p> + "Is that true?" demanded Fletcher, eying Colson with displeasure. + </p> + <p> + "I never said any such thing," said Colson eagerly. "He twists my words. I + have the greatest respect for the bushrangers, whom I regard as + gentlemen." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps that is the reason you don't feel gratified to join them, + Colson?" + </p> + <p> + Fletcher laughed at this palpable hit, but Colson looked annoyed. + </p> + <p> + "I don't expect to remain in this section of the country long," said + Colson deprecatingly, for he was very much afraid of offending Fletcher. + "Of course I can't form any permanent ties." + </p> + <p> + "It might be better for you to leave, Colson. I've an idee that it isn't + good for your health to stay around here very long. You haven't made a + shinin' success so far. Now, as to that nugget which you stole——" + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to insult me? I never took any nugget." + </p> + <p> + "That's so. You're right there, Colson. But you thought you had, all the + same. Fortunately, it's where you can't get at it." + </p> + <p> + "I have something to say on that point," said Fletcher. "I understand the + nugget is very valuable." + </p> + <p> + "I'm glad to hear it. You're a judge. I have an idee of that sort myself." + </p> + <p> + "About how much does it weigh?" + </p> + <p> + "About seventy-five pounds. I don't mind gratifying your innocent + curiosity, Fletcher." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher's eyes sparkled. + </p> + <p> + "It must be very valuable," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I reckon it is." + </p> + <p> + "At what do you estimate it—twenty thousand dollars?" + </p> + <p> + "Not as much as that." + </p> + <p> + "It ought to come pretty near it, though." + </p> + <p> + Obed did not answer. + </p> + <p> + "It's a great prize. You were very lucky." + </p> + <p> + "So I thought at the time. I don't feel so certain, now," said Obed dryly. + </p> + <p> + "I think half of it will be enough for you." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean, Fletcher?" + </p> + <p> + "I mean that we shall want half of it." + </p> + <p> + "How are you going to get it?" + </p> + <p> + "We mean to hold you prisoner till half the proceeds are brought in from + Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + Obed's countenance fell. He had not thought of this. + </p> + <p> + Colson's eyes glistened with pleasure. Till that lucky suggestion was made + he saw no way of securing a share of the great prize. + </p> + <p> + "That's a nice scheme, Fletcher," said Obed, regaining his composure. + </p> + <p> + "So I think. You and the boys would still have a good sum of money. What + do you say? Shall we make a little friendly arrangement to that effect? + You could give me an order for half the sum realized, and on my securing + it you would be released." + </p> + <p> + "I shall have to talk it over with my partners here," returned Obed. + "They're equally interested with me." + </p> + <p> + "Better do so now." + </p> + <p> + "I won't till evenin', when we have more time." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher rode away under the impression that Obed was favorably disposed + to his plan. + </p> + <p> + "When I get the money," he said to himself, "I can decide whether to let + the fellow go or not. I don't care for the boys, but I'd like to give this + Yankee a good flogging, he's so confoundedly sarcastic. Plague take it, + the fellow doesn't know when he's down, but talks as if he was on equal + terms with me." + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, though Fletcher did not know it, the train of bushrangers had + steadily advanced to the neighborhood of the place where the government + escort were encamped. + </p> + <p> + In fact, he was ignorant that they were so near. But Obed knew it, and he + was watching his opportunity to apprise his friends of his situation. + Harry had noticed the same thing. Lest he should make a premature + revelation, Obed placed his hand to his lips, as a sign of silence. Harry + understood, and seemed indifferent, but his heart was beating fast with + excitement. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII. — THE TABLES ARE TURNED. + </h2> + <p> + It was certainly an oversight in Fletcher not to have ascertained the + situation of the government encampment. He was under the impression that + it was in a direction opposite to that in which they were moving, and this + determined his course. He was therefore wholly unconscious of danger, and + tranquil in mind, though his situation was critical. + </p> + <p> + Obed was puzzled to know in what manner to get the necessary intelligence + to his comrades. Chance gave him a suggestion. The man next him wore round + his neck a whistle—designed doubtless to use in case of emergencies. + It was of rather peculiar shape. + </p> + <p> + "That's an odd whistle you've got there, my friend," he said, "where did + you get it?" + </p> + <p> + "In Melbourne," answered the fellow unsuspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "I think I've seen one like it in the States. Let me look at it a minute." + </p> + <p> + The bushranger allowed Obed to take it in his hand. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly Mr. Stackpole put it to his mouth, and gave a sharp, loud whistle + that awakened the echoes in the forest. + </p> + <p> + Like a flash Fletcher turned from his place at the head of the train and + eyed the bushranger with a frown. Obed had dropped the whistle, and was + walking on with an innocent look. + </p> + <p> + "What is this foolery, Hogan?" demanded Fletcher sharply. "Don't you know + better than to whistle?" + </p> + <p> + "I didn't, lieutenant," answered Hogan. "It was this man here." + </p> + <p> + "The Yankee?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "How did he get the whistle?" + </p> + <p> + "He asked to look at it." + </p> + <p> + "What does this mean, Stackpole?" asked Fletcher angrily. + </p> + <p> + "Don't get riled, squire," said Obed imperturbably. "I just wanted to try + it, that's all. I had a whistle once a little like it. When I was workin' + for old Deacon Plummer in New Hampshire——" + </p> + <p> + "Confound old Deacon Plummer!" retorted Fletcher impatiently. "Don't you + know I might have you shot for what you've done?" + </p> + <p> + "Shot for whistling! Well, that beats all I ever heard of. I say, squire, + your laws are stricter than any I ever came across. I didn't think I was + doin' any harm." + </p> + <p> + "I will overlook it this time, but if you take any such liberty again, + I'll have you tied to a tree and whipped." + </p> + <p> + "That's better than bein' shot, anyway. I won't do it again, squire. I + aint particularly anxious to get into trouble." + </p> + <p> + "These Yankees are about as stupid and presuming as any people I ever + met," Fletcher remarked to the comrade who rode beside him. "That fellow + is a nuisance, but I mean to teach him a lesson before twenty-four hours + are over." + </p> + <p> + Obed and the two boys awaited with anxiety the result of the summons. The + camp was but an eighth of a mile away, but hidden by the trees. + </p> + <p> + "Will they hear it?" thought Obed. + </p> + <p> + It is doubtful whether this would have been the case, but luckily for our + three friends one of the escort—by name Warner—was taking a + walk in the woods, and heard the whistle. His curiosity was excited, and + peering through the trees he saw the bushrangers and their captives. + </p> + <p> + He was a man of promptness, and returning to the camp with all expedition + made a report to the officer in command. + </p> + <p> + "How many are there in the band?" inquired Captain Forbush. + </p> + <p> + Warner reported. + </p> + <p> + The captain immediately started, under Warner's guidance, with ten men, + and arranged to intercept the bushrangers. + </p> + <p> + The first intimation Fletcher had of his danger was the sudden appearance + of the government soldiers, who broke through the underbrush and took the + astonished bushrangers in the flank. + </p> + <p> + "Surrender instantly, or you are dead men!" exclaimed Forbush sternly. + </p> + <p> + Fletcher fell back in dismay, and was at first speechless with + consternation. + </p> + <p> + "Do you surrender?" repeated the government officer impatiently. + </p> + <p> + Fletcher's eye ran over the party that confronted him. They outnumbered + his own forces two to one. He felt that resistance would be useless. + </p> + <p> + "We will release our captives if you let us go," he said. + </p> + <p> + "So you would make conditions? You are in no condition to do that. We + propose to free your captives, and to take you to our camp." + </p> + <p> + "You had better not," said Fletcher, hoping to intimidate the officer. + "Our main band is close at hand, and they will avenge us." + </p> + <p> + "I'll take the risk," said Forbush indifferently. "Throw down your arms!" + </p> + <p> + As this order was given with each of the bushrangers covered by the + weapons of his own party, the bushrangers found it prudent to comply. + </p> + <p> + "Very well; now follow me." + </p> + <p> + First, however, the rifles surrendered by the bushrangers were gathered + up, and in their defenseless condition they were marched to the government + camp. It added to Fletcher's annoyance that the weapons dropped by his + party were picked up and carried by their late captives, Obed and the two + boys. + </p> + <p> + "So you're comin' to make us a visit, Fletcher?" said Obed, with an + exasperating smile. "It's just as well as if we had gone home with you. We + shall be together anyway, and I know you value our society." + </p> + <p> + "I'd like to strangle you," muttered Fletcher. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, but I don't think I should enjoy it. I've seldom met a + kinder-hearted man, Fletcher, but you have queer ways of showing it." + </p> + <p> + Probably the most discomfited members of the party were Colson and Ropes. + All their schemes had miscarried, and they felt that they were in a + genuine scrape. If they could only convince the officers that they were + innocent companions of the bushrangers, they might yet escape. + Accordingly, when they reached the camp Colson advanced to Captain Forbush + and said: "Ahem! captain, my friend Ropes and I wish to express our thanks + to you for your timely rescue, and would like to travel under your escort + to Melbourne." + </p> + <p> + "What does the man mean?" asked Forbush, turning to Obed. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose you ask him," suggested Obed, with a smile of enjoyment. + </p> + <p> + "Like your friends here we were captured, but a little earlier. I hope—ha, + ha!—you don't take us for bushrangers? That would be a great joke, + eh, Ropes?" + </p> + <p> + "Just so," answered Ropes. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose you ask Fletcher," again suggested Obed. + </p> + <p> + "Are these men followers of yours, Mr. Fletcher? They say you captured + them." + </p> + <p> + "They did, did they?" returned Fletcher, eying the two men in a manner by + no means friendly. "It is a lie. They came to me and reported that your + party were carrying a nugget to Melbourne, and wanted us to attack you, + and get possession of it. In that case they demanded a share of the + proceeds. The dogs! so they want to get favor at our expense, do they?" + </p> + <p> + "Do you know anything about them, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Captain Forbush. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, captain, and I am convinced that my friend Fletcher tells the exact + truth. That skunk there [indicating Colson] tried to steal the nugget the + very night of its discovery, and broke into my cabin for the purpose. He's + a sly, underhand thief, and not to be compared with a bold bushranger. I + respect them for their pluck at any rate." + </p> + <p> + "Don't believe him! He's prejudiced against us," whined Colson. + </p> + <p> + "Gentlemen," said Captain Forbush, "I will comply with your request and + allow you to travel with me to Melbourne—under guard!" + </p> + <p> + Fletcher and the bushrangers looked pleased at this announcement. Their + own prospects were not very bright, but they were glad to find that Colson + and Ropes were to share their fate. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV. — FAREWELL TO MELBOURNE. + </h2> + <p> + No further adventures or dangers befell the party on their way to + Melbourne. It was thought possible that Captain Ring, in charge of the + main body of the bushrangers, might attempt a rescue of his companions. No + such attack took place. It might have been that he feared the issue of the + conflict, but it is also possible that he experienced no poignant regret + at the capture of Fletcher, who, he well knew, would have been glad to + succeed him in command. + </p> + <p> + At first Fletcher was buoyed up by the hope of a rescue. Then, when that + hope faded out, he sought for an opportunity to escape. In one case he + would have succeeded but for the vigilance of Obed Stackpole. The latter, + awakening suddenly, saw Fletcher, who in some way had got out of his + fetters, stealing quietly away. He sprang to his feet and intercepted the + fugitive. + </p> + <p> + "What, Fletcher! you don't mean to say you are goin' to leave us without + sayin' goodby? We can't spare you, really." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher tried to shake himself free from the Yankee's detaining grasp. + </p> + <p> + "Let me alone, you scarecrow!" he exclaimed fiercely. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for the compliment, Fletcher," said Obed. "I aint so han'some + as you are, that's a fact, but I guess I'm a good deal better." + </p> + <p> + As he spoke his grip became stronger, and Fletcher found his efforts to + escape absolutely futile. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to choke you," he said fiercely. + </p> + <p> + "I've no doubt you would, Fletcher. It would be a nice amusement for you, + but I'm not quite ready for the operation just yet. When I am I'll let you + know." + </p> + <p> + "But for you, I would have got away," said Fletcher, in bitter + disappointment. + </p> + <p> + "I guess you would. It's lucky I opened my eyes in time. There'd have been + mournin' in this camp if you'd got away, Fletcher. You're wastin' yourself + in the woods. You're fitted to adorn Melbourne society, and it won't be my + fault if you don't arrive there." + </p> + <p> + At that moment Captain Forbush awoke. + </p> + <p> + "What's happened?" he asked anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "One of our friends was takin' French leave, that's all," said Obed. "I + woke just in time to persuade him to stay a little longer." + </p> + <p> + "Ha! so Fletcher was trying to escape, was he? I am indebted to you, Mr. + Stackpole, for frustrating his plan. We can't spare him at all events. I + would rather lose any two of his companions." + </p> + <p> + "You see, Fletcher, how much we value your society," said Obed. "It was + cruel in you to leave us." + </p> + <p> + "You're a fool!" exclaimed Fletcher, darting a look of hate at Obed. + </p> + <p> + "You never did appreciate me, Fletcher. All I want is your good." + </p> + <p> + Fletcher was secured in such a way that escape was no longer possible. In + due time he and his comrades reached Melbourne as captives, and were + transferred to the civil authorities. It may be well to add here that they + were tried, and sentenced to a prolonged term of imprisonment. Colson and + Ropes fared a little better, their term being only half as long. They + submitted sullenly to their fate, but singularly seemed more embittered + against Obed Stackpole than against any of the officers through whose + hands they passed. Obed would have fared badly had he fallen unprotected + into their hands. + </p> + <p> + It was a joyful day for our young hero, as well as his three companions, + when they saw rising before them the roofs and spires of Melbourne. During + the weeks that had elapsed since their departure, they had not only + "roughed it," but they had met with a series of adventures which were + pleasanter to remember than to pass through. Twice they had been captives, + but each time they had been providentially rescued. Harry felt that God + had watched over him, and delivered him from danger and the schemes of + wicked men, and his confidence and trust in an Overruling Power were stronger + than ever. + </p> + <p> + It was some days before they secured the money resulting from the disposal + of the nugget. When the matter was finally arranged, they found themselves + in possession of about sixteen thousand dollars. This included the sum + realized from the sale of the mining claim. + </p> + <p> + "That gives us about five thousand three hundred dollars apiece," said + Harry, after a brief calculation. + </p> + <p> + "I can't believe it," said Jack, who really seemed bewildered by his good + fortune. "Why, it's wonderful!" + </p> + <p> + "So it is, Jack. I dare say you are the richest young sailor of your age + in the world." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about that, but I feel as rich as a Vanderbilt." + </p> + <p> + "When does the next steamer start, Obed?" + </p> + <p> + "In four days. Can you be ready in that time?" + </p> + <p> + "I would get ready to start to-morrow if necessary." + </p> + <p> + "So would I. Melbourne is a nice city, but I'd rather be on dad's farm, + eatin' supper in the old kitchen, than in the best hotel here." + </p> + <p> + "After all, there's no place like home, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "That's a fact, but perhaps Jack doesn't feel so." + </p> + <p> + "My home isn't what it was once," said Jack soberly. "If mother hadn't + married again it would have been different, but I never can like or + respect my step-father." + </p> + <p> + "There's one place you ought to visit before you start for home, Harry," + suggested Obed. + </p> + <p> + "I mean to see the city pretty thoroughly before I go, as I don't imagine + I shall ever come this way again." + </p> + <p> + "That's all right, but it isn't what I mean." + </p> + <p> + "What then?" + </p> + <p> + "Do you remember the old gentleman you saved from a ruffian the night + before you started for the mines?" + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Woolson, yes." + </p> + <p> + "You ought to call, you and Jack." + </p> + <p> + "I'll go this morning. Will you come too, Jack?" + </p> + <p> + "I'll go with you anywhere, Harry," said the young sailor, whose affection + and admiration for Harry were very strong. + </p> + <p> + About ten o'clock the boys entered the office of Mr. Woolson. It was + situated in one of the handsomest blocks in Little Collins Street, and + they learned that he was a wholesale merchant and importer. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Woolson in?" Harry asked of a clerk. + </p> + <p> + "He is in the inner office. Have you business with him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + Admitted into the inner office, the boys saw the old gentleman seated at a + large desk with a pile of papers and letters before him. They were by no + means certain that he would recognize them, but he did so instantly. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see you, my young friends," he said, rising and shaking + hands with them. "I have thought of you often, and of the great service + you did me. Have you just returned from the mines?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you have had good luck." + </p> + <p> + "Wonderful luck. Jack and I are worth over five thousand dollars apiece." + </p> + <p> + "Bless my soul! Why it only seems a week since you went away." + </p> + <p> + "It is nearly three months, and seems longer to us, for we have passed + through a great deal." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to hear a full account, but I have not time in business + hours. Will you do me the favor to dine with me at my house to-night and + spend the evening?" + </p> + <p> + "With pleasure, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Then I shall expect you. The hour is six o'clock sharp." + </p> + <p> + The boys met the engagement, and passed the time most agreeably. Jack felt + a little bashful, for Mr. Woolson lived in fine style, and Jack was not + used to an elegant house or table. + </p> + <p> + When the cloth was removed, Mr. Woolson asked the boys their plans. + </p> + <p> + "We intend to sail for New York next Saturday," said Harry. "That is as + far as we have got." + </p> + <p> + "If you were willing to stay in Melbourne, I would give you a place in my + counting-room." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir, but I prefer to live in America." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will give you a letter to my nephew and business correspondent in + New York. He will further any business views you may have." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir." + </p> + <p> + "And I will do the same for your friend, if he desires." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said Jack, "but I mean to keep on as a sailor; I hope + some day to be a captain." + </p> + <p> + "I will give you a place on one of our ships, and you shall be promoted as + rapidly as you are qualified to rise." + </p> + <p> + Jack looked gratified, for he knew the value of so powerful a friend. + </p> + <p> + Late in the evening the boys took leave of the hospitable merchant, and + three days afterward they embarked for New York. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV. — SOME OLD ACQUAINTANCES. + </h2> + <p> + We will now return to America, and for the benefit of those readers who + are not familiar with Harry's early adventures, as narrated in the story + of "Facing the World," I will give a brief account of his story before + setting out on the voyage to Australia. + </p> + <p> + Left an orphan, with a scanty patrimony amounting to three hundred + dollars, Harry left it all in the hands of his father's friend, Mr. + Benjamin Howard of Ferguson, and set out, not in quest of a fortune, but + of a livelihood. He had been recommended by his father to seek a cousin of + his, John Fox of Colebrook, and place himself under his guardianship. He + visited Mr. Fox, but found him so mean and grasping that he left him after + a brief stay, preparing to face the world without assistance. Mr. Fox, who + had two children, Joel and Sally, was greatly disappointed, as he bad + hoped to get control of the boy's slender property, and convert it to his + own use. He pursued Harry, but was unable to overtake and capture him. + </p> + <p> + Months passed, and John Fox heard nothing of his wandering relative. + </p> + <p> + One day, however, he came home triumphant. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Maria," he said, addressing his wife, "I've heard of Harry Vane." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say!" ejaculated Joel, his face screwed up into an expression + of curiosity. "What did you hear? Where is he?" + </p> + <p> + "Joel," answered his father, with an attempt at solemnity, "the judgments + of the Lord have fallen upon your unhappy cousin." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean, Mr. Fox?" asked his wife, showing curiosity in turn. + </p> + <p> + "I mean that he is lying dead at the bottom of the sea." + </p> + <p> + "Don't be so tantalizing, Mr. Fox. If you know anything about the boy, out + with it!" + </p> + <p> + When Mrs. Fox spoke in this tone her husband knew that she would not stand + any nonsense. So he answered without delay. "Soon after he left our happy + home, Maria, he shipped on board the <i>Nantucket</i>, as a common sailor, + I presume, and the ship was lost off in the Southern Ocean with all on + board." + </p> + <p> + "How awful, pa," said Sally, who alone of all the family had felt kindly + toward Harry, "and he was so good-looking, too!" + </p> + <p> + "He wasn't a bit better looking than Joel," said her mother sharply. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, ma!" + </p> + <p> + "It's true. I never could see any good looks in him, and it doesn't become + you, miss, to go against your own brother. How did you find it out, Mr. + Fox?" + </p> + <p> + "I came across an old copy of the <i>New York Herald</i>, giving an + account of the disaster, and mentioning Harry Vane as one of the + passengers. Of course it's a mistake, for he must have been one of the + common sailors." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I reckon there's no call for us to put on mourning," said Mrs. FoX. + — "I don't know about that. It might look better." + </p> + <p> + "What do we care about Harry Vane?" + </p> + <p> + "My dear, he left property," said Mr. Fox significantly. "There's three + hundred dollars in the hands of that man in Ferguson, besides the money he + got for saving the train, as much as two hundred dollars. As we are his + only relatives, that money ought to come to us by rights." + </p> + <p> + "That's so, husband. On the whole, I'll put a black ribbon on my bonnet." + </p> + <p> + "And I'll wear a black necktie," said Joel. "How much of the money am I to + have?" + </p> + <p> + "Wait till we get it," said his father shortly. + </p> + <p> + "What steps do you propose to take in this matter, Mr. Fox?" queried his + wife. + </p> + <p> + "I'm going to Ferguson to-morrow, to see Mr. Benjamin Howard. Of course he + won't want to give up the money, but I'll show him I mean business, and am + not to be trifled with." + </p> + <p> + "That's right, pa," said Joel approvingly. + </p> + <p> + "Five hundred dollars will give us quite a lift," said Mrs. Fox + thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + "So it will, so it will, my dear. Of course, I'm sorry to hear of the poor + boy's death, but I shall insist upon my rights, all the same." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fox warmly approved of her husband's determination, being quite as + mean and money-loving as he. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI. — A HEART-BROKEN RELATIVE. + </h2> + <p> + Late in the afternoon, John Fox knocked at the door of Benjamin Howard, in + the town of Ferguson. It was a hundred miles distant from Colebrook, his + own residence, and he grudged the three dollars he had spent for railroad + fare; still he thought that the stake was worth playing for. + </p> + <p> + "I am John Fox of Colebrook," he said, when Mr. Howard entered the room. + "You may have heard of me." + </p> + <p> + "I have," answered Mr. Howard, slightly smiling. + </p> + <p> + "I am the only living relative of Harry Vane, that is, I and my family." + </p> + <p> + "I have heard Harry speak of you," said Mr. Howard, non-committally. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, poor boy! I wish he were alive;" and Mr. Fox drew out a red bandanna + handkerchief and covered his eyes, in which there were no tears. + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" asked Mr. Howard, startled. + </p> + <p> + "Then you haven't heard?" + </p> + <p> + "Heard—what?" + </p> + <p> + "That he sailed in the ship <i>Nantucket</i>, which was lost, with all on + board, in the Southern Ocean?" + </p> + <p> + It so happened that Mr. Howard had received a letter from Harry after his + arrival in Australia, and so knew that Harry was not lost. For a moment he + thought Mr. Fox might have later information, but saw that it was not so. + He decided to draw Mr. Fox on, and ascertain his object in calling. + </p> + <p> + "I hope that this is not so," he said gravely. + </p> + <p> + "There is not a doubt of it," answered Fox. "There's an account of the + loss of the vessel in the <i>New York Herald.</i> I cut it out, and have + it in my pocket-book. Would you like to see it?" + </p> + <p> + "If you please." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox produced the scrap, and asked triumphantly, "Doesn't that settle + it?" + </p> + <p> + "Suppose that it does, what then?" + </p> + <p> + "What then? It follows that Harry's money comes to me and my family, as + the only surviving relatives. You've got money of his, the boy told me." + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "About how much?" + </p> + <p> + "About three hundred dollars." + </p> + <p> + "So I thought. That money ought to be handed over to me." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see that, Mr. Fox." + </p> + <p> + "You don't see that?" interrogated Fox sharply. "Do you mean to keep it + yourself?" + </p> + <p> + "Not for my own use; I am not that kind of a man, Mr. Fox. But I have no + authority to hand the money over in the unceremonious way you expect." + </p> + <p> + "Why not? Isn't the boy dead?" + </p> + <p> + "I have no proof of it." + </p> + <p> + "What better proof do you want than the <i>New York Herald?</i>" + </p> + <p> + "The account in the <i>Herald</i> may contain errors." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you think the boy could swim to shore a few hundred miles," + suggested John Fox with sarcasm. + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't think that likely." + </p> + <p> + "Then what possible chance had he to escape?" + </p> + <p> + "He might have been rescued by a passing vessel." + </p> + <p> + "Look here, Mr. Howard," said Fox indignantly, "you don't mean what you + say. You evidently mean to keep that money from the lawful claimants. I am + not much surprised. I expected it. But I can tell you here and now that + John Fox isn't a man to be cheated and imposed upon. I mean to have my + rights." + </p> + <p> + "Are you aware, Mr. Fox, that your language is offensive and insulting?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't care. I came here for justice. That money ought not to be in your + hands, who are no kith nor kin to Harry Vane. It ought to go to me, and I + mean to sue you for it." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Fox, I propose to obey the law, but it appears to me that you are + taking it for granted that Harry Vane is dead without sufficient proof." + </p> + <p> + "What more proof do you want than this paragraph? The fact is, you don't + want to believe it." + </p> + <p> + "No!" answered Mr. Howard in a tone of emotion, "I don't want to believe + that poor Harry is dead." + </p> + <p> + "Nor I," said John Fox. "If the boy hadn't been foolish and left my happy + home, he'd have been alive to-day. But we can't alter facts. He's dead, + and all our grief won't bring him back." + </p> + <p> + Benjamin Howard looked at the man curiously. "His grief doesn't seem to be + very profound," he thought. "I will test him." + </p> + <p> + "Even if I were convinced that poor Harry was dead," he said, "I should + not deliver up the money till you had established a legal claim to it." + </p> + <p> + "So you mean to put all possible obstacles in my way," said John Fox, + provoked. "I thought so. But, Mr. Howard, let me tell you that you can't + rob the orphan." + </p> + <p> + "Meaning yourself?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I mean the dead boy—that is the orphan's estate—without + settling with <i>me.</i> I am a man of influence, I'd have you know, and + I'll put the matter in the hands of the lawyer right off." + </p> + <p> + "It might be well, first, to listen to what I have to say." + </p> + <p> + "Aha! he's scared!" thought John FoX. — "I'm ready to hear what + you've got to say," he answered, "but it won't influence me a particle." + </p> + <p> + "I think it will. Harry Vane is alive!" + </p> + <p> + "What!" ejaculated John Fox, his face expressing his dismay. "It's a lie. + I don't believe it." + </p> + <p> + "Georgie," said Mr. Howard to his little son, who just then entered the + room, "go to my desk and bring me Harry Vane's letter." + </p> + <p> + This was done at once, John Fox meanwhile sitting in painful suspense. + </p> + <p> + "This letter," said Mr. Howard, taking it in his hand, "was posted, as you + see, at Melbourne, Australia. Harry was shipwrecked on an island, from + which he finally escaped, and was carried to Melbourne. He writes me that + he has gone to the mines, and is hoping to find some gold there." + </p> + <p> + "Is this true?" asked Fox in a hollow voice. + </p> + <p> + "I will read you the letter, and show you the signature." + </p> + <p> + "I think it's a forgery." + </p> + <p> + "No chance of that. I know Harry Vane's handwriting well. But you don't + look well, Mr. Fox. I thought you would be pleased to hear that Harry had + escaped from the perils of shipwreck and is alive." + </p> + <p> + John Fox did not reply, but after examining the letter he rose with a + rueful countenance, and departed unceremoniously, a badly disappointed + man. + </p> + <p> + "It'll cost me three dollars to get back," he groaned, "and I shall have + to stop at a hotel, for there is no train till to-morrow. 'Most ten + dollars gone altogether—just thrown away! I'm a very unlucky man." + </p> + <p> + The news he carried home brought grief to Mrs. Fox and Joel. Only Sally + seemed glad that Harry was still living. For so expressing herself she was + severely rebuked by her mother. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII. — HOME AGAIN. + </h2> + <p> + It was a bright, beautiful morning when our three friends landed in New + York. Their voyage had been a favorable one, and they had made some + pleasant acquaintances, but they were overjoyed to tread once more the + familiar streets and see the familiar sights of the American metropolis. + </p> + <p> + They registered at a quiet hotel on the European system, intending to + remain in the city a few days. They sought out a prominent broker and + asked his advice about the investment of their money. He received them in + a friendly manner, and gave them the best advice in his power. Each + reserved three hundred dollars for present use. + </p> + <p> + It was a novelty to all of them to be free from anxiety on the score of + money, and it may well be believed that all enjoyed the feeling. + </p> + <p> + The second morning, as they were walking down Broadway, their eyes fell + upon a familiar figure. Directly in front of them they beheld a slender + young man, dressed in the extreme of fashion, swinging a light cane. As he + walked along it was easy to see that he was on the most comfortable and + agreeable terms with himself, and firmly persuaded that he was an object + of general admiration. + </p> + <p> + "Montgomery Clinton!" exclaimed Harry and Jack simultaneously. + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean to say you know that critter!" said Obed, eying Mr. + Clinton with evident curiosity. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he was one of the <i>Nantucket</i> passengers, and shipwrecked with + us," said Harry. "He did not remain in Australia, but took a return vessel + at once." + </p> + <p> + "That was lucky. A critter like that wouldn't be of much account at the + mines." + </p> + <p> + "Stop! I am going to speak to him." + </p> + <p> + Harry quickened his step, and touched Mr. Clinton on the shoulder. + </p> + <p> + Clinton turned languidly, but when he saw who it was his face expressed + undisguised pleasure. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Vane!" he exclaimed. "I'm awfully glad to see you, don't you know?" + </p> + <p> + "You haven't forgotten my friend Jack, I hope," said Harry, indicating the + young sailor. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see him, too," said Mr. Clinton, with modified pleasure, + offering two fingers for Jack to shake, for he had not forgotten that Jack + had been a sailor. + </p> + <p> + "When did you come from Australia?" asked Clinton. + </p> + <p> + "We only arrived day before yesterday." + </p> + <p> + "And what luck did you have at the mines?" + </p> + <p> + "We struck it rich. We are all capitalists, Jack and all." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so! I wish I had gone with you, really now." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think you'd have liked it, Mr. Clinton. We had a hard time. We + had to wade through mud and mire, and sleep on the ground, and twice we + were captured by bushrangers. They wanted Jack and myself to join the + band." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so—really?" + </p> + <p> + "They might have made you a bushranger, Mr. Clinton, if they had caught + you." + </p> + <p> + "I never would consent, never!" said Mr. Clinton, with emphasis. + </p> + <p> + Jack smiled at the idea of the elegant Mr. Clinton being transformed into + an outlaw and bushranger. + </p> + <p> + "I am awfully glad I did not go with you," he said, shuddering. + </p> + <p> + "Let me make you acquainted with my friend, Mr. Obed Stackpole, Mr. + Clinton," said Harry. "He was with us in all our trials and dangers." + </p> + <p> + Montgomery Clinton surveyed Obed with evident curiosity. The long gaunt + figure of the Yankee was clad in a loose rough suit which was too large + for him, and Clinton shuddered at the barbarous way in which he was + attired. + </p> + <p> + "Glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Stickpole," he said politely. + </p> + <p> + "<i>Stack</i>pole, if it's all the same to you, friend Clinton," corrected + Obed. "Glad to see any friend of Harry's and Jack's. You look as if you + had just come out of a bandbox." + </p> + <p> + "Ob, thank you," said the gratified dude. "You're awfully kind. My friends + think I have a little taste in dress." + </p> + <p> + "My friends never paid me that compliment," said Obed. "Say, how do you + like my fit out?" + </p> + <p> + "I—I don't think they have very good tailors in Australia," said + Clinton hesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + "Have you as many pairs of trousers as ever, Mr. Clinton?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I have only nineteen, Mr. Vane, but I shall order some more soon." + </p> + <p> + "Nineteen pairs of breeches!" ejaculated Obed in amazement. "What in the + name of Jehoshaphat do you want of so many?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, I don't want to have people get used to seeing me in the same + trousers, don't you know, so every day I wear a different pair." + </p> + <p> + "It must cost a mint of money to buy so many clothes." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I have accounts with four or five tailors. They're willing to wait, + don't you know. They appreciate a gentleman's custom." + </p> + <p> + "How long do they wait?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I'm owing some two years. There's lots of fellows make them wait as + long." + </p> + <p> + "That aint my way," said Obed. "I pay cash. Don't they make a fuss?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, they send in their bills, but I don't take any notice of them," said + Clinton languidly. + </p> + <p> + "Then, young man," said Obed, "let me advise you to pay your bills, and + get back your self-respect. I'd go six months with only a single pair of + breeches, sooner than cheat a tailor out of a new pair." + </p> + <p> + "I never wear breeches," drawled Clinton, with a shudder. "I don't know + what they are. Mr. Vane, those trousers you have on are very unbecoming. + Let me introduce you to my tailor. He'll fit you out in fashionable + style." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I believe I do need a new pair." + </p> + <p> + "Will he fit me, too?" asked Obed. + </p> + <p> + "He don't make—breeches!" said Clinton disdainfully. + </p> + <p> + "A good hit, by Jehoshaphat!" exclaimed Obed, slapping Clinton on the back + with such emphasis that he was nearly upset. + </p> + <p> + "Don't hit quite so hard," said the dude ruefully. "You nearly upset me, + don't you know?" + </p> + <p> + "I know it now. The fact is, friend Clinton, you ought to be shut up in a + glass case, and put on exhibition in a dime museum." + </p> + <p> + "How awfully horrid!" protested Clinton. + </p> + <p> + "You're more fit for ornament than use." + </p> + <p> + "You're awfully sarcastic, Mr. Stackpole, don't you know?" said Clinton, + edging off cautiously. "I must bid you good-morning, Mr. Vane, as I have + to buy a new neck tie. I will go to the tailor's any day." + </p> + <p> + "What was such a critter made for, anyway?" queried Obed, when Clinton was + out of hearing. "He looks for all the world like a tailor's dummy." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVIII. — THE BOYS SECURE POSITIONS. + </h2> + <p> + Before leaving New York, Harry Vane decided to call upon the nephew to + whom Mr. Woolson of Melbourne had given him a letter of introduction. Upon + inquiry, he found that John Woolson & Co. (the style of the firm) were + large importers in the lower part of the city. + </p> + <p> + Accompanied by Jack, he called one morning. Mr. John Woolson, a courteous + gentleman, about forty years of age, received him with politeness, which + changed to cordiality when he had read his uncle's letter. + </p> + <p> + "My uncle writes here that you two young gentlemen recently rendered him + an important service." + </p> + <p> + "We were fortunate enough to save him from being robbed," said Harry + modestly. + </p> + <p> + "And maltreated, also, I presume," said the nephew. "When did you arrive + in New York?" + </p> + <p> + "Last Thursday, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Did you leave my uncle well?" + </p> + <p> + "He looked in excellent health." + </p> + <p> + "How long do you remain in the city? What are your plans?" + </p> + <p> + "We think of leaving to-morrow. We wish to see friends from whom we have + long been parted." + </p> + <p> + "My uncle wishes me to offer you a position in my establishment, Mr. Vane. + If that will meet your views, I shall be happy to receive you." + </p> + <p> + "I should like nothing better, sir," replied Harry, his eyes sparkling. + </p> + <p> + "Will fifteen dollars a week satisfy you to begin with?" + </p> + <p> + "But, sir, I can't hope to earn as much as that." + </p> + <p> + "Well perhaps not, just at first," said the merchant, smiling; "but if + your looks don't belie you, it will not be long before your services will + be worth that sum. At any rate I am ready to pay it." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said Harry gratefully. "When would you wish me to + commence?" + </p> + <p> + "When you please. You had better take a vacation of a month to visit your + friends. Then come to the city, and enter my employment." + </p> + <p> + Harry renewed his thanks, and Mr. Woolson turned to Jack. + </p> + <p> + "Yon have been trained as a sailor, I believe," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Do you wish to follow the sea?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir," answered Jack promptly. "I love the sea." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will find you a good position on one of my ships, commend you + specially to the captain as a young friend of mine, and promote you as + fast as your progress in seamanship will warrant my doing so." + </p> + <p> + Now it was Jack's turn to look jubilant, for nothing could have suited him + better. + </p> + <p> + "You too will want a vacation. Take as long as you like, and then come to + me. By the way, I don't know how you are situated as regards money. If + either of you desires an advance, I shall be glad to accommodate you." + </p> + <p> + "We met with good luck at the mines," said Harry, "and are both well + supplied with money. We thank you, however, for your kind offer." + </p> + <p> + The boys left the office in high spirits. + </p> + <p> + "I don't see but our prospects are bright, Jack," said Harry. + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think so when we were on the island," said Jack, "or when we + were captives among the bushrangers." + </p> + <p> + "No; we have certainly seen some hard times. Let us hope that we have had + our share, and may look forward now to happier days." + </p> + <p> + Now that their future was arranged, the boys were in a hurry to leave the + city and visit their friends. Obed sympathized with them. + </p> + <p> + "Boys," said he, "I'm gettin' kinder homesick. There's an old man and a + girl I want to see, and tell 'em of my good luck." + </p> + <p> + "Your father and——" + </p> + <p> + "Suke Stanwood. Suke has been waitin' for me five years, and there aint no + need of waitin' any longer. If all goes well she'll be Mrs. Obed Stackpole + within a month." + </p> + <p> + "She may not be able to get her wedding things so soon, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "She don't need any wedding things. Any dress'll do to be married in." + </p> + <p> + "You will send us some cards and cake, I hope, Obed." + </p> + <p> + "Better'n that: I'll send you an invite to the weddin'." + </p> + <p> + "Then it'll have to come soon, Obed. I shall be gone to the city, and Jack + to sea within a month." + </p> + <p> + "Then we'll hurry it up. It'll give me a good excuse. But there's one + thing I'm going to do before I get married." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "Pay off the mortgage on dad's farm. It's only a thousand dollars, but dad + couldn't lift it if he lived to a hundred." + </p> + <p> + "And what are you going to do, Obed?" + </p> + <p> + "There's a farm alongside I can buy for twenty-five hundred dollars, with + a comfortable house thrown in. I can buy it, and have more than enough + money left to furnish the house and stock the farm." + </p> + <p> + "I wish you happiness, Obed; but don't you think you'll ever pine to be + back in Australia?" + </p> + <p> + "I may hanker after a sight of Fletcher and his two cronies, Colson and + Ropes," returned Obed with dry humor, "but we can't have everything in + this world, and I'll try to rub along with the blessings I have." + </p> + <p> + Let me add here that Obed carried out his programme. He paid the mortgage, + bought the farm, and in less than three weeks he was a married man. Harry + and Jack were at the wedding, and received great attention from all Obed's + friends. To the inhabitants of the little village it seemed wonderful that + boys so young should have traveled so far, and passed through such varied + experiences. + </p> + <p> + "I expect an invite to each of your weddings, boys," said Obed, as they + were on the point of leaving him. "One good turn deserves another." + </p> + <p> + "You will have to exercise a little patience, Obed," said Harry, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "Don't wait as long as I did," said Obed. "I got to be a cranky old + bachelor before I hitched horses." + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Stackpole will soon cure you of that," said Harry, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0039" id="link2HCH0039"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIX. — CONCLUSION. + </h2> + <p> + When Harry had completed his business in New York, he took the train at + once to his native village. His arrival made quite a sensation. Not only + Mr. Howard, his father's friend, received him with joy, but there were + many other friends besides who rejoiced in his good fortune. + </p> + <p> + "You have been very fortunate, Harry," said Mr. Howard. "You tell me that + you have about five thousand dollars?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, and it makes me feel rich." + </p> + <p> + "Besides the two thousand dollars I have in charge for you." + </p> + <p> + "Two thousand dollars!" ejaculated Harry in amazement. "You mean three + hundred, Mr. Howard." + </p> + <p> + "No, I mean what I say," replied his friend, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "But I don't understand——" + </p> + <p> + "Don't you remember the fifty shares of mining stock you placed in my + hands?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, they were given me by my father. I thought them worthless." + </p> + <p> + "A month ago I learned the contrary. I took the liberty, without + consulting you, as you were absent, to sell them. They realized seventeen + hundred dollars net, thus carrying up the amount in my hands to two + thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible that I am worth seven thousand dollars? It seems + wonderful!" + </p> + <p> + "But the best of it is that it is true. Then was there not a sum of money + which you received for saving a railroad train?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I have used part of it, but one hundred and fifty dollars remain. It + is in the hands of a Mr. Conway, president of the road." + </p> + <p> + "Then it appears to me, Harry, taken in connection with your offer of + employment in New York, you are in a very enviable position. How old are + you?" + </p> + <p> + "I shall soon be seventeen." + </p> + <p> + "Then you are beginning the world young. Continue to deserve good fortune, + and you are likely to prosper." + </p> + <p> + Before returning to New York Harry felt inclined to visit his would-be + guardian, John Fox, whose treatment of him has been recorded at length in + "Facing the World." + </p> + <p> + He took the train, as before, to Bolton, and thence went by stage to + Colebrook. He walked to the Fox mansion, and going up to the front door + knocked. + </p> + <p> + The door was opened by Mrs. Fox herself. She did not immediately recognize + Harry in his handsome suit, with a gold chain crossing his vest, attached, + it may be added, to a handsome gold watch, which he had bought in New + York. + </p> + <p> + "What is your business, young man?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you remember me, Mrs. Fox?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Land's sake! It aint Harry Vane!" she exclaimed in wonder. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is," answered Harry, smiling. "I hope Mr. Fox and Joel are well." + </p> + <p> + "Come in, and I'll call Joel. You've been doing well, aint you?" she + asked, surveying him with eager curiosity. + </p> + <p> + "I have been very fortunate indeed." + </p> + <p> + "I thought you was drowned—wrecked on a ship or something." + </p> + <p> + "If I was, I have come to life again." + </p> + <p> + "Well, well, it's strange. I'll call Joel." + </p> + <p> + Joel, who was at the barn, soon entered. + </p> + <p> + He, too, surveyed Harry curiously. + </p> + <p> + "How d'y' do?" he said. "I never expected to set eyes on you again. Is + that a gold watch you have?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Joel." + </p> + <p> + "Let me see it. How much did it cost?" + </p> + <p> + "A hundred dollars, besides the chain." + </p> + <p> + "Gosh! Aint that a sight of money! Did you spend all your money on it?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I bought a chain too." + </p> + <p> + "To my mind you was very foolish to spend all your hard earnin's that way! + There's no fool like a young fool," said Mrs. Fox severely. + </p> + <p> + "But, Mrs. Fox, I have some money left." + </p> + <p> + "How much?" asked Joel eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Seven thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Gosh all Jerusalem! you aint yarnin', be you? Seven thousand dollars!" + </p> + <p> + "Who's talkin' of seven thousand dollars?" asked a familiar voice, as Mr. + Fox entered the room. + </p> + <p> + "Harry Vane says he's worth seven thousand dollars!" exclaimed Joel in a + tone made up of amazement, jealousy, and wonder. + </p> + <p> + "Is that true?" asked John Fox in equal amazement. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Mr. Fox." + </p> + <p> + "But how on 'arth——" + </p> + <p> + Then Harry gave a full explanation, with which I don't propose to trouble + the reader, as it would be a twice-told tale. + </p> + <p> + "Some folks seem born to luck!" said Mr. Fox furiously, when Harry had + completed his story. "Joel may work and toil all his life, and he won't + get no seven thousand dollars. It seems hard!" + </p> + <p> + John Fox had been much impressed by Harry's luck, and his avaricious soul + was busying itself with some scheme for turning it to his personal + advantage. + </p> + <p> + "I'm glad you've been so lucky, Harry," he said with affected cordiality. + "It beats all, I must say. I've no doubt you are ready now to carry out + your dear father's dyin' wish." + </p> + <p> + "What was that, Mr. Fox?" + </p> + <p> + "He wanted me to be your guardeen. It stands to reason a boy of sixteen + aint to be trusted with so much money. Now I'm an experienced man of + business, and I'm willin' to be your guardeen, and I won't charge you a + cent for takin' care of your property except board money." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mr. Fox," said Harry, with an amused smile, "but I am offered + a place in New York at fifteen dollars a week, and I have friends who will + advise me about the investment of my money." + </p> + <p> + "Fifteen dollars a week!" repeated Mr. Fox dolefully. "Can't you get a + place for Joel in the same store?" + </p> + <p> + "If I can find Joel a satisfactory place in the city I will do so," said + Harry, "but I ought to say that my employer only pays me high wages out of + favor." + </p> + <p> + "I'll take ten," said Joel eagerly. "You know you and me was always + friends, Harry." + </p> + <p> + "Joel always liked you," said politic Mr. FoX. — Harry knew better, + but he was on good terms with the world, and he did not dispute this + statement. + </p> + <p> + "I'll do what I can," he said. "Meanwhile, Mr. Fox, I should like to make + Joel and his sister a small present." + </p> + <p> + He gave them each a ten-dollar bill, which made Joel's eyes sparkle with + joy. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Fox renewed his suggestion that Harry select him as a "guardeen," but + Harry politely but firmly declined to entertain the proposal. + Nevertheless, when he left the house, he was warmly urged to come again + and often. He understood the reason of the cordiality, and knew very well + that if he had come back poor his reception would have been very + different. + </p> + <p> + Before going back to New York he made a visit of a couple of days to his + old friend and employer, Professor Hemmenway, the prestidigitateur, who + was delighted with the success of his young friend. He offered Harry a new + engagement, but of course it was declined. + </p> + <p> + In New York he met Jack, and inquired how he had fared. + </p> + <p> + "I found my step-father dying," answered Jack. "In fact he drank himself + to death after wasting all mother's property. But I have bought her a + small house, and insured her an income sufficient to keep her comfortable. + The last will require some of my principal, but I shall be earning good + wages, and can make it up when I return home." + </p> + <p> + "When do you sail, Jack?" + </p> + <p> + "Next week, on one of Mr. Woolson's ships. I am to go to China." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you'll steer clear of the island we were wrecked on, Jack." + </p> + <p> + "I never want to see it again, Harry; still it brought us luck." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be sorry to part with you, Jack. I wish you could be content to + stay in New York." + </p> + <p> + "No, Harry, I can't give up the sea yet. It is my great ambition to + command a ship myself some time." + </p> + <p> + "I think you will accomplish it, Jack, for you stand well with the + owners." + </p> + <p> + Five years have passed. Harry and Jack are each twenty-one. Harry occupies + a confidential position with the firm, and is likely to be a partner + before he is much older. Jack is first mate, and will be a captain before + he is twenty-five. His mother is living, and happy in his success, and + enjoying the comfortable home he has provided for her. + </p> + <p> + Harry obtained a position for Joel in the city, but he proved + unsatisfactory to his employer and was soon discharged. Another situation + he held as brief a time. At last he was obliged to go home and assist his + father, who treats him almost as penuriously as he would have done Harry. + Joel is dissatisfied and unhappy, and his mother thinks he was born to bad + luck, but those who know Joel think his want of success springs from a + different source. Harry and Jack obtained success because they deserved + it. If Joel were more like them he too might succeed. And I am sorry to + say he is looking forward impatiently to the time when he shall inherit + his father's property. It is very wrong, but perhaps Mr. Fox himself is + partly to blame. + </p> + <p> + Whenever Jack comes home from a voyage he calls upon Harry, and together + they talk over their adventures in a New World. Sometimes Obed Stackpole + calls also. He has two boys, whom he has named respectively Harry and Jack + in honor of his two companions in Australia. + </p> + <h3> + THE END. + </h3> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of In A New World, by Horatio Alger + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN A NEW WORLD *** + +***** This file should be named 26111-h.htm or 26111-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/6/1/1/26111/ + +Etext produced by Gary Sandino from a scanned text kindly provided +by the Internet Archive (www.archive.org) + +HTML file produced by David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: In A New World + or, Among The Gold Fields Of Australia + +Author: Horatio Alger + +Release Date: July 23, 2008 [EBook #26111] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN A NEW WORLD *** + + + + +Produced by Gary Sandino from a scanned text kindly provided +by the Internet Archive (www.archive.org) + + + + + + + + + +IN A NEW WORLD + +AMONG THE GOLD-FIELDS OF AUSTRALIA + + +BY + +HORATIO ALGER, JR. + +AUTHOR OF "FACING THE WORLD," "DO AND DARE," "RAGGED DICK SERIES," +"LUCK AND PLUCK SERIES," ETC. + + + + +PHILADELPHIA + +PORTER & COATES + + + +FAMOUS ALGER BOOKS. + +RAGGED DICK SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 6 vols. 12mo. Cloth. + RAGGED DICK. + FAME AND FORTUNE. + ROUGH AND READY. + MARK THE MATCH BOY. + BEN THE LUGGAGE BOY. + RUFUS AND ROSE. + +TATTERED TOM SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 4 vols. 12mo. Cloth. + FIRST SERIES. + TATTERED TOM. + PAUL THE PEDDLER. + PHIL THE FIDDLER. + SLOW AND SURE. + +TATTERED TOM SERIES. 4 vols. 12mo. Cloth. SECOND SERIES. + JULIUS. + THE YOUNG OUTLAW. + SAM'S CHANCE. + THE TELEGRAPH BOY. + +CAMPAIGN SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 3 vols. + FRANK'S CAMPAIGN. + PAUL PRESCOTT'S CHARGE. + CHARLIE CODMAN'S CRUISE. + +LUCK AND PLUCK SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 4 vols. 12mo. Cloth. + FIRST SERIES. + LUCK AND PLUCK. + SINK OR SWIM. + STRONG AND STEADY. + STRIVE AND SUCCEED. + +LUCK AND PLUCK SERIES. 4 vols. 12mo. Cloth. SECOND SERIES. + TRY AND TRUST. + BOUND TO RISE. + RISEN FROM THE RANKS. + HERBERT CARTER'S LEGACY. + +BRAVE AND BOLD SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 4 vols. 12mo. Cloth. + BRAVE AND BOLD. + JACK'S WARD. + SHIFTING FOR HIMSELF. + WAIT AND HOPE. + +PACIFIC SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 4 vols. 12mo. + THE YOUNG ADVENTURER. + THE YOUNG MINER. + THE YOUNG EXPLORERS. + BEN'S NUGGET. + +ATLANTIC SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 4 vols. + THE YOUNG CIRCUS RIDER. + DO AND DARE. + HECTOR'S INHERITANCE. + HELPING HIMSELF. + +WAY TO SUCCESS SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 4 vols. 12mo. Cloth. + BOB BURTON. + THE STORE BOY. + LUKE WALTON. + STRUGGLING UPWARD. + +NEW WORLD SERIES. By HORATIO ALGER, JR. 3 vols. 12mo. Cloth. + DIGGING FOR GOLD. + FACING THE WORLD. + IN A NEW WOULD. + +_Other Volumes in Preparation._ + + + +COPYRIGHT, 1893, BY PORTER & COATES. + + + + + CONTENTS. + + CHAPTER PAGE + + I. OLD FRIENDS IN MELBOURNE, . . 1 + + II. PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE, . . . 9 + + III. FLETCHER ACTS SUSPICIOUSLY, . . 18 + + IV. A TIMELY RESCUE, . . . . . 26 + + V. STARTING FOR THE MINES, . . . 31 + + VI. A NIGHT INCIDENT, . . . . . 40 + + VII. PARTING COMPANY, . . . . . 49 + + VIII. A VICTIM OF TREACHERY, . . . 58 + + IX. A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE, . . . 66 + + X. FLETCHER TURNS UP AGAIN, . . . 74 + + XI. TAKEN CAPTIVE, . . . . . . 83 + + XII. THE HOME OF THE BUSHRANGERS, . 91 + + XIII. A TRIAL AND ITS TRAGIC FINALE . 100 + + XIV. ELECTION OF A NEW CAPTAIN, . . 108 + + XV. LOST IN THE WOODS, . . . . . 118 + + XVI. THE SHEPHERD'S HUT, . . . . 125 + + XVII. A WELCOME IN THE WILDS, . . . 134 + + XVIII. A DANGEROUS ACQUAINTANCE, . . 142 + + XIX. A RUFFIAN FOILED, . . . . . 151 + + XX. THE BOYS ARRIVE AT BENDIGO, . . 130 + + XXI. BUYING A CLAIM, . . . . . . 168 + + XXII. STRIKING LUCK, . . . . . . 177 + + XXIII. RAISING THE NUGGET, . . . . 186 + + XXIV. THE NUGGET IN DANGER, . . . . 194 + + XXV. THE MIDNIGHT ROBBERY, . . . . 202 + + XXVI. A THIEF'S EMBARRASSMENT, . . . 210 + + XXVII. BAFFLED CUPIDITY, . . . . . 219 + + XXVIII. THE NUGGET IN SAFETY, . . . . 227 + + XXIX. SELLING THE CLAIM, . . . . . 235 + + XXX. THE Two CONSPIRATORS, . . . . 244 + + XXXI. TAKEN CAPTIVE, . . . . . . 253 + + XXXII. OBED IN A TIGHT PLACE, . . . 262 + + XXXIII. THE TABLES ARE TURNED, . . . 271 + + XXXIV. FAREWELL TO MELBOURNE, . . . 279 + + XXXV. SOME OLD ACQUAINTANCES, . . . 288 + + XXXVI. A HEART-BROKEN RELATIVE, . . . 293 + + XXXVII. HOME AGAIN, . . . . . . . 300 + +XXXVIII. THE BOYS' SECURE POSITIONS, . . 307 + + XXXIX. CONCLUSION, . . . . . . . 314 + + + + +IN A NEW WORLD. + + + +CHAPTER I. + +OLD FRIENDS IN MELBOURNE. + +A stout gentleman of middle age and two boys were sitting in the public +room of a modest inn in Melbourne. The gentleman was known to the public +as Professor Hemmenway, who announced himself on the programme of his +entertainment as "The Magician of Madagascar," though he freely +confessed to his confidential friends that he had never seen the island +of that name. + +The two boys were Harry Vane and Jack Pendleton, American boys of +sixteen. One had come to Australia as assistant to the professor, and +had been accustomed to sing one or two popular songs at the magical +entertainments which he gave, besides rendering himself generally +useful. Jack Pendleton was a young sailor, who had resolved to try his +fortune in the new country, either at the mines or in any other +employment offering fair compensation, before resuming his profession. +Harry and the professor had been passengers on board Jack's ship, and +the two boys had struck up an enduring friendship. The ship had been +wrecked, and they had spent some weeks together on an uninhabited +island, from which they were finally rescued, as related in a preceding +story, "Facing the World." It had been the professor's intention to give +a series of performances in Melbourne and other parts of Australia, but +the unexpected delay had led him to change his plans, and he now +proposed to return to America at once. Harry Vane, however, having no +near family ties, for he was an orphan, felt inclined to stay with Jack, +and try his luck for a time in the New World, which appealed strongly to +his imagination and youthful love of adventure. The day had arrived for +the professor's departure, and he and the two boys were waiting for the +lighter to take him down the Yarra Yarra River to the point of +embarkation, eight miles distant. + +"Harry," said the professor kindly, "I don't like to leave you here. You +are only sixteen, and I feel that it is a great undertaking for you to +attempt to make a living so many thousand miles from your native land. I +shall feel anxious about you." + +"I don't feel anxious about myself, professor," said Harry, with the +confidence natural to youth. "I am young and strong, and I mean to +succeed." + +"But suppose you fall sick?" + +"Then Jack will look out for me." + +"You may be sure of that, Harry," said the young sailor, with a glance +of affection at Harry. + +"You might both fall sick." + +"Is it best to borrow trouble?" said Harry, smiling. "I think we shall +come out all right. But I am sorry you won't stay with us, professor." + +Professor Hemmenway shook his head. + +"I am three times your age, Harry," he said, "and am not as hopeful or +sanguine as you. Besides, I have a wife and children at home who are +already very anxious at my long silence; I did indeed mean to make a +professional tour of Australia, but the shipwreck, and those lonely +weeks on the island changed my plans. Henceforth I shall restrict myself +to America. I have a competence already, and can make an income at home +twice as large as my expenses. Why should I incur any risks?" + +"I don't know but you are right, professor, but Jack and I are not so +fortunate. Neither of us has a competence, and our prospects are +probably better here than at home." + +"Remember, Harry, that if you return I shall be glad to continue your +engagement and will even increase your salary." + +Jack Pendleton fixed his eyes anxiously on Harry's face. He feared that +he would yield to the professor's persuasion, and leave him, but his +anxiety was soon removed. + +"Thank you, professor," said Harry, "but I don't want to leave Jack. If +I return in bad luck, I may look you up and see whether the offer still +holds good." + +"Do so. You will always find a friend in me. But that reminds me, Harry, +of an important consideration. If you are to remain here, you will want +some money." + +"I have sixty dollars which I have saved up in your service." + +"And how much have you, Jack?" + +The young sailor colored, and looked a little uneasy. + +"I have only ten dollars," he answered. + +"That is, we have seventy dollars between us, Jack," said Harry +promptly. + +"That is too little," said the professor, shaking his head. "You must +let me be your banker." + +"On one condition, professor, with thanks for your kindness." + +"What is that?" + +"A gentleman at home, Mr. Thomas Conway, President of the Craven County +Railroad, has charge of two hundred and fifty dollars belonging to me. I +was fortunate enough to save a railroad train from destruction, and this +is the money the passengers raised for me. I will give you an order on +him for the amount of your loan." + +"That is unnecessary, Harry; I am willing to wait till your return to +America." + +"Something might happen to me, professor, and I shall feel more +comfortable to think that my debts are paid." + +"Have your own way, then, Harry. Shall I give you the whole amount?" + +"No, professor, I am afraid it would make me less enterprising." + +"How much shall it be?" + +"Jack and I have seventy dollars between us. A hundred more ought to be +sufficient." + +"As you please, Harry, but if you get into trouble, promise to +communicate with me, and send for assistance." + +"I will, sir." + +At this moment a carriage drew up in front of the inn. + +"It is the carriage I ordered to take me to the lighter," said the +professor. "You and Jack must go with me to the ship and see the last of +me." + +"With great pleasure, sir. Come along, Jack." + +The hackman put the professor's trunk aboard the carriage, and they set +out for the banks of the river. It was a new trunk, bought in Melbourne, +for the professor's trunk and clothing had been lost at the time of the +shipwreck. His first care had been to get a complete outfit in +Melbourne, and he was now as well provided as when he left New York. + +The two boys found the trip down the river a pleasant one. The trip by +land would have been considerably shorter, but the professor preferred +the river. The distance to the mouth is nine miles. Vessels would be +able to ascend the river but for two bars which obstruct its course. The +city of Melbourne is situated chiefly on the north bank, and is at +present a handsomely built and prosperous town of about five hundred +thousand inhabitants. At the time of Harry's arrival it had less than +half that number. The country bordering the river is not particularly +inviting, but it was new, and the two boys regarded it with interest. +The soil was barren and sandy, and the trees, which were numerous, were +eucalyptus or gum trees, which do not require a rich soil, but grow with +great rapidity on sterile soil. + +"What peculiar leaves?" said Harry, "they look like leather." + +"True," said the professor, "and you notice that instead of having one +surface toward the sky and the other toward the earth they are placed +edgewise." + +Soon they reached the mouth of the river, and there, just beyond the +bar, rode the good ship _Arcturus_, on which the professor was to sail +for Boston. His baggage was hoisted on board, and then the professor +himself followed. + +"Will you come on board, boys?" he asked. + +"No, sir; we will go back by the lighter." + +"Then good-by, and God bless you and bring you good luck." + +Harry could not help feeling sober as he bade farewell to his good +friend, the professor. + +"I have only you now, Jack," he said. "I don't know what lies before us, +but we must stick fast to each other in sunshine and in storm." + +Jack's only answer was to seize Harry's hand and press it warmly. +Nothing more was needed. + + + + +CHAPTER II. + +PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE. + +The two boys returned to the Crown Hotel in time for dinner, of which +they partook with the zest to be expected of boys thoroughly healthy. +When the meal was over they repaired to the public room. + +"Now, Jack," said Harry, "it is necessary for us to settle on our +plans." + +"All right," said Jack. + +"Have you anything to propose?" + +"No, Harry, you are smarter than I am, and I leave it to you." + +"Thank you, Jack, for your confidence, but we are on a par here. Neither +of us knows much about Australia. We have a great deal to learn." + +"Then you had better decide for us both." + +"Very well, I accept the responsibility, but I prefer to talk over my +plans with you. First of all, then, shall we stay in Melbourne, or +strike for the mines?" + +"Just as you say, Harry, but I would prefer the mines." + +"I feel that way myself, and for that reason I have been making some +inquiries. There are three principal localities, Ballarat, Bendigo, and +Ovens. We might try one of the three, and if we don't have good luck +make our-way to another." + +"Which shall we try first?" + +"I have thought of Bendigo. I hear of one party that cleared two +thousand pounds out of one hole." + +"How much is that?" asked Jack, who was not very well acquainted with +any but United States currency. + +"It is equal to ten thousand dollars," answered Harry. + +"That's a big pile of money," said Jack, his eyes sparkling. + +"True, but we mustn't expect to be so fortunate. It isn't everybody who +succeeds as well as that." + +"I should be satisfied with a thousand, Harry." + +"And what would you do with it, Jack?" + +"Convey it home to my mother, Harry. But I would fix it so that my +step-father couldn't get hold of it." + +"You are a good boy, Jack, for thinking so much of your mother. I wish I +had a mother to provide for," and Harry Vane looked sober. + +"Do you know how far off Bendigo is, Harry?" + +"About a hundred miles. That is, it is seventy-five miles to Mount +Alexander, and the mines are twenty-five miles to the north of that." + +"It won't take us long to travel a hundred miles," said Jack hopefully. + +"On the contrary, it will be a long and difficult journey, as far as I +can find out. The country is full of bogs, swamps, and moist land." + +"Then we can't walk?" + +"No; the custom is to charter a cart, drawn by oxen, which will give a +chance to carry a stock of provisions. The roads are not very well +marked, and are often impassable." + +This description rather discouraged Jack, who was more used to the sea +and its dangers than to land travel. + +"I wish we could go by water," he said. + +"So do I, Jack, but unfortunately Bendigo happens to be inland. However, +you've got good stout legs, and can get along as well as the thousands +that do go. Besides, it will give us a fine chance to see the country." + +"Ye-es," said Jack doubtfully, for he had very little of the traveller's +curiosity that prompts so many to visit strange lands. + +"There's another difficulty besides the mud," continued Harry +thoughtfully. + +"What's that?" + +"The bushrangers." + +"Who are they?" + +"Haven't you heard of them?" asked Harry in surprise. + +"I heard two men speaking of them last night, but I didn't take much +notice." + +"They are highwaymen--robbers, who wander about and attack parties of +miners and travellers, and unless successfully resisted, strip them of +all their property." + +"Are we likely to meet them?" said Jack eagerly. + +"I hope not; but we stand a chance of doing so." + +"When are we going to start?" asked Jack with alacrity. + +"Do you want to meet these gentlemen, Jack?" inquired Harry with a +smile. + +"There'll be some fun about it," responded Jack. + +Harry shrugged his shoulders. + +"I don't think there'll be much fun about being robbed," he said. "I +would rather they would give us a wide berth, for my part." + +Jack did not answer, but from that time he was eager to set out for the +mines. The hint of danger invested the journey with a charm it had not +hitherto possessed in his eyes. + +While the boys were conversing, a tall man, with heavy black whiskers +and wearing a rough suit and a slouch hat, appeared to listen +attentively. At this point he rose from his seat, and lounged over to +where Harry and Jack were seated. + +"Young gentlemen," he said, "do I understand that you are thinking of +going to the mines?" + +"Yes, sir," answered Harry, surveying his inquirer with some attention. + +"And you talk of going to Bendigo?" + +"Yes; do you know anything about the place?" + +"I ought to. I only came from there last month." + +"What luck did you have there, may I ask?" + +"Pretty fair. I brought back about a hundred and fifty pounds in gold +dust:" + +"And how long were you there?" + +"Four weeks." + +"That is pretty good pay for the time." + +"That's so, especially as I made little or nothing the first three +weeks. I struck it rich the last week." + +"What do you say to that, Jack?" said Harry, turning to his companion; +"nearly eight hundred dollars in a month." + +"That pays better than being a sailor," answered Jack, smiling. + +"I should say it did." + +"When do you expect to start?" asked the stranger. + +"As soon as we can get ready," Harry replied. + +"You are right there. Have you got money?" + +"Why?" asked Harry rather suspiciously. + +"It will cost something for an outfit." + +"Yes; we have a moderate sum with us." + +"That is well," said the stranger approvingly. "Do you know," he +continued meditatively, "I have a great mind to go with you?" + +"Then you are not satisfied with your pile?" said Harry. + +"There's very little left of it," said their new acquaintance. + +"You haven't spent a hundred and fifty pounds in a month?" said Harry in +surprise. + +"Pretty much. I may have twenty pounds left." + +"You must have been living high, then." + +"No. I have lived plainly, but the faro table has taken most of it. I'm +so near broke that I may as well go back to the mines for a fresh supply +before my money is all gone." + +"We shall be glad of your company, sir. May I ask if you are an +Australian?" + +"I was born in England, but I have been out here half a dozen years." + +"And have not made your fortune yet?" + +"It is my own fault. I have been unable to keep money after I got it." + +"We are from America." + +"I surmised it," said the stranger. "That is a country I want to visit +before I die. You have mines there, too." + +"Yes, but they are a long way from where we live." + +"My name is Fletcher--Dick Fletcher my friends call me." + +"I am Harry Vane, and my friend is Jack Pendleton." + +"We will drink to our better acquaintance. Here, John," addressing the +barkeeper, "three glasses of ale here." + +"If you won't mind, Jack and I will take sarsaparilla." + +Fletcher stared at them in amazement. + +"You don't drink ale?" he said. + +"We belong to the temperance society," said Harry, smiling. + +"You won't keep that up long at the mines," said Fletcher, shrugging his +shoulders. + +Harry did not reply, but quietly resolved that he would disprove that +statement. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + +FLETCHER ACTS SUSPICIOUSLY. + +One circumstance led Harry to hurry his intended departure. He found to +his dismay that the hotel charge for their very plain accommodations was +a pound a day for each of them. The Crown inn was what would be called +in an American city a one-horse hotel. There are plenty such to be found +in the United States where the rate charged is but a dollar a day. But +Melbourne was full of strangers, drawn thither by flaming accounts of +the richness of the mines and the bright prospects of acquiring sudden +fortunes, and war prices were prevalent everywhere. + +"Five dollars a day!" exclaimed Jack in open-eyed amazement. "Do they +take us for millionaires?" + +"I began to think they were imposing upon us," said Harry, "till I made +inquiries elsewhere. I find a pound a day is about the usual tariff for +such accommodations as we have." + +"But we have only a small bedroom, and the meals are very common." + +"That is true, but it seems to make no difference." + +"Our money will soon be gone at that rate," said Jack soberly. "Mine is +already gone." + +"No, it isn't, Jack. We are going to share and share alike, you know." + +"But that is imposing on you, Harry," protested the young sailor +earnestly. + +"Let me judge of that, Jack; I'd a good deal rather have your company +and half of the money than be alone and have the whole." + +"Thank you, Harry. You are a true friend. I can't do much for you, but +I'll do what I can." + +"If I had known of the high prices, I would have drawn more money from +the professor," continued Harry. "However, I can make this do. But I +want to start to-morrow, if possible. We shall then be owing four days' +board each, and that will make forty dollars." + +At this point Fletcher joined them. + +"By the way," said he nonchalantly, "I want to ask a little favor." + +"What is it?" asked Harry unsuspiciously. + +"I am rather short of money. Can you lend me five pounds?" + +Jack looked at Harry in alarm. He was afraid Harry would grant the +favor, knowing his obliging disposition. But he didn't know our hero. +Harry was ready to do anything for a near friend, but he was too prudent +to waste his money on acquaintances who had no sort of claim on him. + +"I am sorry to refuse, Mr. Fletcher," he said, "but Jack and I are +ourselves very poorly provided with money, and just before you came in +we were considering how we could manage to pay for the necessary +outfit." + +"Haven't you got five pounds?" asked Fletcher quickly. + +"Of course we have, or we should be unable to get to the mines." + +"Then I think you might oblige me," he continued, looking very much +displeased. + +"I am the best judge of my circumstances," said Harry shortly. + +Fletcher looked hard at him, and saw that the boy he had to deal with +had a mind of his own, and was not to be imposed upon easily. Still he +made a farther effort. + +"Then I think," he said coldly, "I shall not be able to assist you in +your preparations." + +"Just as you please," answered Harry promptly. "As you volunteered, I +accepted your proposal. Now I will act for myself. I have heard of a +party about to start, and I will arrange to join it." + +Fletcher felt that he was outgeneralled. He did not mean to let Harry +and Jack slip through his fingers, for he had an idea, notwithstanding +Harry's disclaimer, that he had a large sum of money, and thought he +would be a good party to hang on to. He saw that he had made a false +move, and hastened to repair it. + +"Excuse me," he said, assuming a hearty tone; "I was hasty, and I +apologize. You are right, and I like you too well to cut up rough, just +because you can't do me a favor. There, take my hand, and we will make +it all up." + +"With pleasure," answered Harry, as he accepted the proffered hand, and +Jack followed his example. Nevertheless Fletcher's demand had produced +an unpleasant effect upon him. The coarse-grained selfishness of the man +had shown through his outward varnish of good-fellowship, and he felt +that henceforth he must be on his guard. + +"I may have to ask for some money, however," continued Fletcher, in an +off-hand manner, "for it is necessary to buy supplies for our journey. +You know we shan't be able to put up at hotels on our way, but must +furnish our own meals." + +"So I have heard," answered Harry. "What is it customary to take?" + +"Well, it will be best to buy a bag of coffee, a sack of flour, some +ship biscuits, potatoes, and sugar. That will do to start on, and we +shall vary our diet by what we are able to kill on the way." + +"What can we kill?" + +"Well, kangaroo meat isn't bad, and we can bring down a few birds +occasionally." + +"Then we shall need guns?" + +"Yes, it will be well to have them." + +This was another expense upon which Harry had not calculated. He began +to think that he had been very improvident. The professor would readily +have left him a hundred dollars more, and as it would have been repaid +with his own money, he was sorry he had not availed himself of it. + +"How much do you think the supplies will cost?" asked Harry. + +"Well, you had better let me have ten pounds. I think that will be +sufficient." + +"For the whole or for our share?" asked Harry pointedly. + +"For your share," answered Fletcher after a pause. "It seems to me you +are very suspicious." + +Really he had intended to make the two boys pay for the whole stock of +provisions and save his own purse, for he had in reality as much money +as they. + +"I only wanted to understand clearly," said Harry quietly. "As we are in +some sort partners, that is fair, is it not?" + +"Oh, yes," returned Fletcher, but he did not respond with any alacrity. +"I'm always fair and above board, I am. No man can say that Dick +Fletcher ever tried to get the best of him. Why, if I was better fixed I +wouldn't let you two boys pay a cent. I'd shoulder the whole thing +myself." + +"Your offer is a very kind one, Mr. Fletcher----" + +"Don't say Mr. Fletcher; call me Dick," interrupted their new +acquaintance. + +"I will if you wish it, though as you are so much older, it hardly seems +proper. What I was going to say was that Jack and myself are determined +to pay our share. We couldn't accept any such favor as you mention." + +"That's all right. Now, if you let me have the ten pounds I'll take all +the trouble off your hands, and have everything ready for a start +to-morrow morning." + +"I would prefer to go with you and help select the articles." + +Fletcher looked disconcerted. + +"Oh, well, if you think I aint capable----" he began. + +"I think nothing of the kind, but I want to learn as much as I can. I +may have to do it alone some time." + +It was well Harry adhered to his determination. It saved him three +pounds, and Fletcher was forced to pay his share, as he had not intended +to do. While they were making purchases they were accosted by a tall +loose-jointed man, whom it was easy to recognize as a Yankee. + +"Goin' to the mines, boys?" he asked in a strong nasal tone. + +"Yes," answered Harry. + +"So am I. I'd like to hook on to your party if you aint no objections." + +For some reason Dick Fletcher did not appear to relish the proposal. + +"I don't think we can accommodate you," he said abruptly. + +"I think we can," said Harry, who was beginning to be distrustful of +Fletcher, and felt safer in adding another to the party. "There are but +three of us, and we shall be glad of your company." + +Dick Fletcher looked angry, but did not venture to oppose the plan +further. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + +A TIMELY RESCUE. + +On the last evening spent in Melbourne the boys decided to take a +farewell walk about the city, not knowing when it would again be their +fortune to see it. Neither Fletcher nor their new Yankee acquaintance +was at hand, and they started by themselves. They did not confine +themselves to the more frequented streets, but followed wherever fancy +led. + +They had no thought of an adventure, but one awaited them. + +As they were turning the corner of a narrow street, their attention was +suddenly excited by a sharp cry of blended surprise and fright. + +"What is it, Jack?" asked Harry, grasping his companion by the arm. + +He did not need to await a reply, for by the indistinct light he saw two +men struggling a few rods further on. One appeared to be an old man, +with white hair, the other was a man of middle age. Clearly it was a +case of attempted robbery. + +"Run, Jack, run!" said Harry, in excitement. "Let us help the old man!" + +"I'm with you," answered the young sailor briefly. + +Harry had in his hand a heavy cane--his only weapon--but he did not stop +to consider the personal risk he was running. As he drew near, the old +man, whose feeble strength was quite unequal to a conflict with a man so +much younger, swayed and fell backward. His assailant bent over him, and +despite his feeble resistance began to search his pockets, at the same +time indulging in savage threats. The old man gave himself up for lost, +but help was nearer than he anticipated. + +So occupied was the villain with his disgraceful work that he did not +hear the approaching footsteps. + +His first intimation of them came in a sounding blow over his shoulders, +given by Harry's stick, which was laid on with a good will. + +He jumped to his feet with an oath, and darted a rapid glance at his two +assailants. Then, much to the surprise of Harry, he turned and ran +rapidly away. It was a piece of great good luck, Harry thought, for he +was not at all sure that he and Jack combined would have been a match +for the highwayman. + +"Are you hurt, sir?" asked Harry, bending over the old man. + +"Not seriously," was the reply. "Will you kindly help me up?" + +With Jack's help Harry got the old man on his feet. He was a tall man, +of splendid aspect, over sixty years of age. He looked like a gentleman +of wealth and position. + +"You have had a narrow escape, sir," said our hero. + +"Yes, indeed," answered the old man, "thanks to your brave interference. +It surprises me that my brutal assailant should have run away from two +boys." + +"I am surprised also, sir. I feared we should have a hard fight. I +suppose his object was robbery." + +"Yes, he must have heard in some way that I had a large sum of money +about me. Thanks to you, it is safe." + +"I am very glad, sir." + +"Do you mind accompanying me to my house? This attack has made me +timid." + +"With pleasure, sir." + +The old gentleman lived perhaps a quarter of a mile distant in a +handsome house. He pressed the boys to enter, and they did so. He +questioned them as to their plans, and then selecting two bank-notes of +large denomination, urged the boys to accept them as a recognition of +the help they had given him at a critical moment. The boys, however, +declined positively to accept any compensation, but expressed their +satisfaction at having been of service. + +"At least," said the old gentleman, "you must promise to call on me when +you return from the mines. There is my card." + +"That we will do with pleasure, sir," answered Harry. + +He looked at the card, and read the name of Henry A. Woolson. + +"Harry," said Jack, as they resumed their walk, "do you know that robber +had a look like Fletcher?" + +"So I thought, Jack, but I had only a glimpse, and could not be sure. I +wish he were not to be in our party." + +"We must be on our guard; I don't fancy him much." + +When the boys saw Fletcher in the morning he appeared as usual, and they +were disposed to think they were mistaken. Yet the lurking suspicion +occurred to them from time to time, and made them feel uneasy. + +The next day they set out on their journey, accompanied by Dick Fletcher +and Obed Stackpole. + + + + +CHAPTER V. + +STARTING FOR THE MINES. + +Harry may be considered rash in his immediate acceptance of his Yankee +acquaintance as a member of their party, but there are some men who need +no letters of recommendation. Obed Stackpole certainly was not a +handsome man. He was tall, lean, gaunt in figure, with a shambling walk, +and his skin was tough and leathery; but in spite of all there was an +honest, manly expression, which instantly inspired confidence. Both +Harry and Jack liked him, but Dick Fletcher seemed to regard him with +instinctive dislike. + +"What made you accept that scarecrow into our company?" he asked, when +Stackpole had left them to make his own arrangements for leaving the +city. + +Harry smiled. + +"He isn't a handsome man," he replied, "but I think he will prove a +valuable companion." + +"You took no notice of my objection to him," said Fletcher, frowning. + +"Our company was too small," returned Harry. "From inquiry I find that +parties seldom consist of less than half a dozen." + +"I know all about that," said Fletcher impatiently. "You might have been +guided by me." + +"I shall be to some extent," answered Harry, "but not implicitly." + +"I am going to have trouble with that boy," thought Fletcher. "Wait till +we get on the road." Aloud he said: "If you had mentioned the matter to +me I would have found someone to go with us. You had better tell this +Yankee that we haven't room for him, and I will do it now." + +Fletcher's persistence only aroused vague suspicions in Harry's breast. +He felt glad that Stackpole was neither a friend nor likely to prove a +confederate of Dick Fletcher, and was resolved to hold on to him. + +"I have invited him, and I won't take back the invitation," he said. + +"How old are you?" asked Fletcher abruptly. + +"Sixteen." + +"I should think you were sixty by the tone you assume," said Fletcher +with a sneer. + +"Do I understand, Mr. Fletcher," asked Harry steadily, "that you claim +to control our party?" + +"Seeing that I am more than twice as old as you are, I am the natural +head of the expedition." + +"I cannot admit any such claim. If you are not satisfied to be simply a +member of the party, like the rest of us, I shall not be offended if you +back out even now." + +This, however, did not suit Fletcher, and with a forced laugh he +answered, "You are a strange boy, Vane. I suppose it's the way with your +countrymen. I don't want to back out, as you term it. I fancy we shall +get along together." + +"I wish he had decided to leave us," said Harry when the two boys were +alone. "Somehow I distrust him." + +"I don't like him myself," said Jack, "but I don't see what harm he can +do us." + +"Nor I, but I feel safer with this Yankee addition to our party." + +About ten o'clock the next morning the little party got off. It is +needless to say that Obed Stackpole contributed his full share of +expense, and more too, for he furnished the yoke of oxen that were to +draw the cart which conveyed their provisions and other outfit. + +"I don't want to push in where I aint wanted," he said, "but I'm used to +oxen, and if you want me to, I'll drive these critters, and you three +can foller along as you please." + +"That'll suit me," said Fletcher with unusual graciousness. "I've no +doubt you understand the business better than I do." + +"I ought to understand it," said Stackpole. "I was raised on a farm in +New Hampshire, and used to drive oxen when I wasn't tall enough to see +over their backs. I never thought then that I'd be drivin' a team in +Australy." + +"What led you to come out here, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Harry. + +"Well, a kinder rovin' disposition, I guess. A year ago I was in +Californy, but things didn't pan out very well, so when I read accounts +of the gold fields out here, I jist dropped my pick and started, and +here I am." + +"Didn't you find any gold-dust in California?" asked Fletcher, with +sudden interest. + +"Well, I found _some_," answered the Yankee, with drawling deliberation, +"but not enough to satisfy me. You see," he added, "I've got two to make +money for." + +"And who are those two?" inquired Fletcher. + +"The first is my old dad--he's gettin' kinder broken down, and can't +work as well as he could when he was a young man. He's got a +thousand-dollar mortgage on his farm, and I want to pay that off. It'll +kinder ease the old man's mind." + +"That a very excellent object, Mr. Stackpole," said Harry, who felt +still more drawn to his plain, ungainly, but evidently good-hearted +companion. + +"I think so myself," said Obed simply. + +"The other person is your wife, I fancy," said Fletcher. + +"I expect she will be my wife when I get forehanded enough," replied +Obed. "It's Suke Stanwood, one of Farmer Stanwood's gals. We was raised +together, and we've been engaged for nigh on to five years." + +"Very romantic!" said Fletcher, but there was a veiled sneer in his +tone, as he scanned with contemptuous amusement the ungainly figure of +his Yankee companion. + +"I don't know much about such things," said Obed, "but I guess Suke and +I will pull together well." + +"You are not exactly a young man," said Fletcher. "You've waited some +time." + +"I'm thirty-nine last birthday," said Obed. "I was engaged ten years +ago, but the girl didn't know her own mind, and she ran off with a man +that came along with a photograph saloon. I guess it's just as well, for +she was always rather flighty." + +"It is very strange she should have deserted a man of your attractions," +said Fletcher with a smile. + +Harry was indignant at this open ridicule of so honest and worthy a +fellow as Stackpole, and he wondered whether the Yankee would be obtuse +enough not to see it. His doubt was soon solved. + +"It looks to me as if you was pokin' fun at me, Fletcher," said Obed, +with a quiet, steady look at the other. "I'm a good-natured fellow in +the main, but I don't stand any nonsense. I know very well I'm a rough +looking chap, and I don't mind your sayin' so, but I aint willin' to be +laughed at." + +"My dear fellow," said Fletcher smoothly, "you quite mistake my meaning, +I assure you. I am the last person to laugh at you. I think you are too +modest, though. You are what may be called a 'rough diamond.'" + +"I accept your apology, Fletcher," said Obed. "If no offence was meant, +none is taken. I don't know much about diamonds, rough or smooth, but at +any rate I aint a paste one." + +"A good hit! Bravo!" laughed Fletcher. "You are a man of great +penetration, Stackpole, and a decided acquisition to our party." + +"I'm glad you think so," said Obed dryly. "If I remember right, you +didn't want me to join you." + +"At first I did not, but I have changed my mind. I didn't know you +then." + +"And I don't know you now," said Obed bluntly. "If you don't mind, s'pose +you tell us what brought you out here." + +Fletcher frowned and regarded the Yankee suspiciously, as if seeking his +motive in asking this question, but his suspicions were dissipated by a +glance at that honest face, and he answered lightly, "Really, there +isn't much to tell. My father was a merchant of Manchester, and tried to +make me follow in his steps, but I was inclined to be wild, incurred +some debts, and finally threw up business and came out here." + +"Have you prospered as far as you've gone?" + +"Yes and no. I've made money and I've spent it, and the accounts are +about even." + +"That means you haven't much left." + +"Right you are, my friend, but in your steady company I mean to turn +over a new leaf, and go in for money and respectability. Now I've made a +clean breast of it, and you know all about me." + +In spite of this statement there was not one of his three companions who +did not feel sure that there was much in Fletcher's history which he had +kept concealed, and possibly for very good reasons. + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + +A NIGHT INCIDENT. + +The path of a gold-seeker in Australia was beset with difficulties. The +country about Melbourne, and far inland, was boggy, the soil being +volcanic, and abounding in mud which appears to have no bottom. The road +to the mines was all the worse for having been ploughed up by bullock +teams, and worked into a slough which proved the discouragement of +mining parties. Some were even months in traversing the comparatively +small distance across the country to the goal they sought. But the +attraction of money, which is said to make the mare go, enabled them to +triumph at last over the obstacles that intervened. It was not long +before our party began to understand the nature of the task they had +undertaken. The cart sank up to the hubs in a bog, and the oxen stood +still in patient despair. + +"Well, if this don't beat all creation!" ejaculated Obed. "I've been in +the Western States, and I thought I knew something about mud, but +Australy's ahead. I say, Fletcher, is there much of this that we've got +to go through?" + +"Mud's the rule, and dry land the exception," answered Fletcher coolly. + +"Well, that's comfortin'!" remarked Stackpole, drawing a deep breath. "I +s'pose people do get through after a while." + +"Yes, generally. I was six weeks getting to the Ovens once." + +"I wish we had some ovens to bake this mud," said Obed, with a grim +smile at his joke. "It would take a powerful large one." + +There was nothing for it but dogged perseverance. It took an hour to get +the oxen and cart through a bog a hundred feet across, and the +appearance of the party, when they finally reached the other side, was +more picturesque than attractive. + +"How would Clinton get along here?" suggested Harry. "I can imagine the +poor fellow's despair." + +"His trousers would suffer some," said Jack. "I think it would break his +heart. The sea is much nicer. If we could only go by water," and the +young sailor looked down at his mud-bedraggled clothes, and his shoes +caked thickly over with the tenacious mud. + +"Yes, the sea would be cleaner at any rate. I agree with you there, +Jack." + +Arrived on the other side of the bog, they were obliged to give the +tired cattle a rest. Indeed, they needed rest themselves. + +At the end of the day they made an encampment. As well as they could +judge, they were about eight miles from Melbourne. + +"Eight miles; and how far is the whole distance?" asked Harry. + +"About a hundred miles," answered Fletcher. + +"At this rate, we can go through in twelve or thirteen days, then." + +"You mustn't expect this rate of speed," said Fletcher. "We shan't +average over five miles." + +"Well, I hope we'll get paid for it," said Obed. "If we don't I'd better +have stayed in Californy. We haven't any such mines as this in that +country." + +"You'd better have stayed there," said Fletcher dryly, and he evidently +wished that his companion had done so. + +"'Variety's the spice of life,' as my old schoolmaster used to say," +responded Obed. "I kinder want to see what Australy is like. All the +same I don't want to stump through to the other side of the globe." + +The travellers encamped for the night in a dry spot among a group of +gum-trees, and it may readily be believed that all slept well. The boys +felt dead tired, and it was with difficulty they were awakened in the +morning. + +About five o'clock Fletcher opened his eyes. He was one who slept fast, +so to speak, and obtained as much refreshment from an hour's sleep as +most people do from a period twice as long. He had been lying on the +ground wrapped in a blanket, as was the case with the other members of +the party. + +Raising himself, and leaning on his elbow, he saw that they were all +fast asleep. He nodded with satisfaction, and getting on his feet he +approached Obed Stackpole with noiseless tread. The Yankee was sleeping +with his mouth wide open, occasionally emitting a sonorous snore through +his aquiline nose. He was not beautiful to look upon, as Fletcher +evidently thought. + +"Ill-favored brute!" he ejaculated. "I'd like to choke him!" + +If any special advantage had been likely to accrue to him, Fletcher's +conscience would not have been likely to stand in the way of violence; +but his purpose now was different. + +"The fellow must have gold about him," muttered Fletcher. "I wonder +whether I can get at it without waking him up." + +Obed seemed to be in a profound slumber, but it was a peculiarity of our +Yankee friend to wake at the least touch. This, of course, was not known +to Dick Fletcher, who felt that there would be no risk in a careful +exploration of Obed's pockets. + +He thrust his hand into one of the Yankee's pockets with the practiced +skill of a pickpocket, when an entirely unexpected result followed. + +"Why, you skunk, what in creation are you about?" exclaimed Obed, +suddenly seizing Fletcher by the throat. + +"Let me go!" said Fletcher, struggling violently, but ineffectually, to +free himself. + +"Not till you've told me what you are after." + +"Let go, and I'll tell you." + +Obed loosened his grip, saying sternly, "Are you a pickpocket, my +enterprising friend, or what is the meaning of all this business?" + +"You had better not insult me!" said Fletcher angrily. "I'm no more a +pickpocket than you are." + +"Then what is the meaning of your little game? Maybe you got up in your +sleep." + +"No, I didn't. I just waked up, and thought I'd like to have a smoke, +but had no matches. I thought you might have some in your pocket." + +"Why didn't you wake me up and ask me?" + +"You looked so comfortable, and I thought you needed rest after a hard +day's work, so I decided to help myself." + +"It looks like it," responded Obed dryly. "So that's all you were after, +was it?" + +"Of course," said Fletcher, regaining confidence. "What else could it +be?" + +"Well, it strikes me it's rather takin' a liberty with a gentleman to +search his pockets while he's asleep, that's all! In Californy, +Fletcher, if you had been caught doin' it, ten chances to one you'd have +been lynched, and lynchin' isn't usually regarded as comfortable or +desirable. Where's your cigar?" + +"I haven't any, but I've got a pipe." + +"Well, I do happen to have a few matches in my other pocket, but I'd +rather you'd ask for 'em next time." + +"I will. The fact is, I ought to have brought some with me. It's very +strange, old traveller as I am." + +"It would have been a little better than borrowin' them of a sleepin' +man without leave. Don't do it again, Fletcher." + +"I'm not very likely to borrow them of you again, except when you're +awake," said Fetcher with a short laugh. "Do you always wake up so +easy?" he asked, in some curiosity. + +"Always. I sleep mighty sound, but the least touch wakes me up." + +"I shall remember that," thought Fletcher. "This Yankee is rather a +dangerous man to tackle. I won't attempt it again unless I have the +decided advantage." + +"I hope you'll excuse me, Mr. Stackpole," he said aloud in a smooth +tone. "I used to travel with a friend--a great chum of mine--and we +never stood on ceremony with each other. I ought to have remembered that +you and I are comparatively new acquaintances." + +"Perhaps it will be best," said Obed dryly. "You see when I wake up I +don't always have my wits about me, and I might cut up rough before I +had time to think." + +"Oh, no apologies, I beg," said Fletcher, waving his hand. + +"Who's apologizin'?" demanded Obed, in surprise. + +"Never mind, it's all right! I thought you were apologizing for seizing +me by the throat. As you say, you waked up suddenly, and didn't have +your wits about you." + +"Well, I know!" ejaculated Obed half to himself. "I didn't think of that +way of puttin' it. You're a cute fellow, Fletcher." + +"Thank you, Mr. Stackpole. Now I will have my smoke;" and Fletcher, +though he did not care for it, by way of removing any lingering +suspicion, lit his pipe and puffed away with apparent pleasure. + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + +PARTING COMPANY. + +"I mistrust that man Fletcher," said Obed to Harry Vane the next day, +taking the opportunity when, at one of their rests, the man referred to +had sauntered into the woods. + +"I don't like him myself," said Harry. "Have you any particular reason +for mistrusting him?" + +"He was searchin' my pockets last night when he thought I was asleep," +answered Obed, and he related the incident of the night before. + +"It looks suspicious," said Harry. "I have not much money, but I don't +care to lose what I have." + +"I should like to shake him, but I don't see how we can very well. He's +a reg'lar member of the party." + +"We can be on our guard at any rate," said Harry. "I'll tell Jack, and +advise him to be careful also." + +At this point Dick Fletcher returned. He looked suspiciously from one to +the other, under the impression that something had been said about him. +He asked no questions, however, and no information was volunteered. He +could not but observe, however, that there was more or less restraint in +the manner of his companions toward him, and that they were not disposed +to be social. + +That day they made nine miles, the road being slightly better than the +day before. About five o'clock they reached a rude wayside inn, over the +door of which was a swinging sign, on which was printed: + +TRAVELLERS' REST. + +"We might as well stop here, instead of camping out," said Fletcher. + +"I'm agreeable," said Obed, "if the tax isn't too high." + +"Oh, Linton is moderate in his charges," said Fletcher. "I've known him +a good while. He's a good fellow." + +This was not a very valuable recommendation in the opinion of Obed and +the two boys, but they had no objection to becoming guests of the +establishment. + +It was a rude building, and the accommodations were very limited. In +fact, there were but two sleeping rooms. One of these Fletcher occupied, +and the other was given up to the other members of the party, there +being two beds. + +"I'd rather bunk in with you, if you don't mind," said Stackpole to +Harry. "I don't feel easy in the same room with Fletcher." + +"We shall be very glad of your company, Mr. Stackpole." + +"If I snore, just come and turn me over. I don't want to disturb +nobody." + +"I think Jack and I will be too sound asleep to be disturbed by your +snoring," said Harry with a laugh. "However, if there is any occasion, I +will follow your directions." + +The landlord was a broad-shouldered man of moderate stature, who had +lost the sight of one eye. The other, being covered with a green shade, +gave him an ill look. His manner, however, was hearty, and showed a +bluff, off-hand cordiality, as he welcomed the party to the +hospitalities of the Travellers' Rest. He was familiarly called "Larry," +by Fletcher, who greeted him like an old comrade. + +The supper consisted in part of their own supplies, with some small +additions from the larder of the inn. It was, at any rate, an +improvement upon their camp fare, and the boys enjoyed it. + +After supper they sat down on a settle in front of the inn, but +presently Fletcher strayed away into the woods at the back of the house. +Some fifteen minutes later Larry Linton also got up, but ostentatiously +went in a different direction. + +"I'm going a little ways to a squatter's to speak about some +vegetables," he said. + +"If you don't mind company, I'll go along too," said Obed. + +"Better not," answered Larry. "There's a boggy spot which a stranger is +likely to fall into." + +"I've had enough of bogs," said Obed, shrugging his shoulders. "Seems to +me you haven't got much besides bogs out in Australy." + +So Linton went off by himself. After he was fairly out of the way, Obed +said, turning to the two boys. "Did you think I wanted to go off with +Linton?" + +"I supposed so, as you made the proposal." + +"I only wanted to find out if he wanted me or not. I have my +suspicions." + +"What kind of suspicions?" + +Harry was the speaker, as usual, for Jack never took the lead when Harry +was present. + +"Fletcher and Linton are too thick together to suit me," answered the +Yankee. "Looks as if they was in league together." + +"Do you think they have arranged a meeting?" + +"That's just what I do think." + +"But they have gone in different directions," objected Jack. + +"Bless your simple heart, my boy, that's done on purpose," said Obed. +"Can't they fetch round together without our knowing it?" + +"I didn't think of that," Jack admitted. + +"Mr. Stackpole," said Harry after a moment's thought, "if you and Jack +will keep each other company, I will explore a little myself. I may +happen to be at the conference." + +"Be careful if you do, Harry," said Obed. "Don't run no risk." + +"I'll look out for that." + +In the rear of the house, and almost reaching to it, was a forest of +eucalyptus trees. It was unfavorable to Harry's purpose that these trees +rise straight from the ground, and are not encumbered by underbrush. It +was very pleasant walking though, and Harry sauntered along at his +leisure. He almost forgot the object of his enterprise, until some half +an hour later, in the stillness of the woods, his quick ear caught the +sound of voices. + +He was instantly on the alert. The voices, he doubted not, were those of +Dick Fletcher and Larry Linton. He moved forward cautiously, and soon +espied the speakers. They were sitting on the ground, under the +overreaching boughs of a gigantic tree. Harry managed to get near enough +to listen to the conversation, being himself concealed from view behind +the trunk of a neighboring tree. + +"Is there much money in the party?" he heard Linton ask. + +"I can't tell you. The boys haven't got much, but that long-legged +Yankee has probably got considerable." + +"What sort of a man is he?" + +"He's likely to prove a troublesome customer. He is muscular, as you can +see, and not easily scared." + +"Has he any suspicion of you?" + +"Yes; I put my foot in it the other night." + +"How's that?" + +"I saw him sleeping like a boy, and thought there was no danger of his +waking up, so I took the liberty to explore his pockets. Before I could +say Jack Robinson he had me by the throat, and wanted to know what I was +after." + +"That was awkward. How did you get out of it?" + +"Lied out! Told him I was looking for matches, as I wanted a smoke." + +"Did he swallow it down?" + +"He didn't contradict me, but it has made him watchful and suspicious. +If I'd got the money, I was ready to make tracks, and leave them to find +their way as they could." + +At this point the two rose and walked away, leaving Harry in his +position behind the tree. As soon as he thought it was safe he came out, +and made the best of his way to the inn, getting there about fifteen +minutes before Fletcher appeared, but without the landlord. During that +interval he had time to communicate what he had heard to Obed +Stackpole. + +"Just what I expected!" said Obed. "The treacherous skunk! So he's in +league with the landlord, is he? I'll fix him." + +He cautioned the two boys not to show by their manner that they had made +any discovery, but to appear as usual. + +The next morning the party started as usual. They plodded on for almost +a mile, when Obed, turning quickly to Fletcher, said: + +"Let me look at that weapon of yours a minute." + +Fletcher unsuspiciously handed it over. + +"I think I shall _keep_ this, Fletcher," said Obed, eying him steadily. +"I'm pained to have to bid you good-by." + +"What does all this mean?" blustered Fletcher. + +"It means that your room is better than your company. We'd better +part." + +"Would you rob me? That revolver is mine, and I paid for a share of the +things in the cart." + +"I'll allow you the vally of them and pay you on the spot, but we can't +go on together." + +Suiting the action to the word, Mr. Stackpole handed over a handsome sum +of money. + +"But I don't want to sell my revolver," repeated Fletcher. "What am I to +do out here alone, and unarmed." + +"You'd better go back to your friend Larry Linton. He'll look out for +you." + +"You will regret this high-handed proceeding!" exclaimed Fletcher +angrily. + +"Maybe I shall, and maybe I shan't," answered Obed indifferently. "I'll +risk it." + +Fletcher halted a moment as if undecided, then turned back, and was soon +out of sight. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. + +A VICTIM OF TREACHERY. + +All the party felt relieved to be rid of Fletcher. Without being able to +prove anything against him, all believed him to be unworthy of +confidence. Now they were a united party, and whatever might be the +hardships of the trip they were ready to sympathize and co-operate with +each other. + +They had already learned that it was no holiday trip they had +undertaken. The bogs have already been referred to. In addition the heat +was oppressive in the middle of the day. Then the numerous insects that +infest Australia--the ants, flies, and scorpions--were most troublesome. +They had to be very careful to avoid being bitten, for the bite of any +these is severe and dangerous. On the day succeeding their parting from +Fletcher they accomplished but six miles, the road being unusually +swampy. + +"I feel about tuckered out," said Obed, about the middle of the +afternoon, just after he had extricated the team, by great personal +effort, from a morass. "If I'd 'a' known as much of the country before +startin' I wouldn't have started at all." + +"It's a long road that has no ending," said Harry, smiling. He, too, was +very tired, but youth is hopeful. + +"It's the worst country I ever travelled in, by a long shot. If I ever +make my pile, I'll take the first steamer back to Frisco." + +"Who's that?" suddenly exclaimed Jack. + +Obed and Harry, looking up, saw a forlorn-looking figure approaching +them. It was a man of middle age, and emaciated in appearance, looking +the image of despair. He tottered rather than walked, from exceeding +weakness. + +"For Heaven's sake give me something to eat! I am almost famished," he +cried. + +"Why, certainly, friend," answered Obed, rising and advancing to meet +the stranger. "We don't keep a first-class hotel, but you're welcome to +what we've got. Are you travellin' alone?" + +"Yes, if you call it travelling. I've been dragging myself along for +several days, hoping to find somebody that would give me aid." + +"Well, you've found somebody. Here, sit down, for you don't seem able to +stand, and we'll provide for you. Harry, bring some biscuit and cold +meat, won't you, and Jack had better build a fire. A cup of tea will put +new life into you, my friend." + +The biscuit were soaked in water and given to the stranger. He devoured +them like a man in the last stages of hunger. + +"Go slow, my friend. Your stomach must be weak," said Obed. + +"If you only knew the gnawing at my vitals," said the new-comer. "I have +not tasted food for three days." + +"I never was in that fix, though I did go hungry for twenty-four hours +once in Californy. You'd better believe I pitched in when I got to where +victuals were." + +"How did that happen, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Harry. + +"I was lost in the mountains," answered Obed, "and couldn't find any +trace of a livin' creature except an old miser, who pointed a musket at +me, and didn't dare to let me into his hut. I don't think I could have +stood it three days." + +"That goes to the right spot," said the stranger, after he had gulped +down two cups of tea. "Now I'm ready to die without complaining." + +"If it's all the same to you, I think you'd better get ready to live," +said Obed. + +"I'd rather die now than suffer as I have done in the last three days," + +"You won't have to. We've got plenty and to spare." + +"But I have no money. I have been robbed of everything." + +"Robbed! How is that?" + +"It's rather a long story. You may not have patience to hear it." + +"We've got time enough, and patience enough, but perhaps you don't feel +strong enough to talk." + +"I didn't before you relieved my hunger. The food and the tea have put +new life into me, as you predicted they would." + +"Then go ahead, stranger. We're all anxious to hear your story." + +"I am an Englishman," began the unknown, "and my name is Ralph Granger. +When the report reached England of the richness of the Australian +gold-fields, I sold out my business, and was among the first to come out +here. By the sale of my business I realized about five hundred pounds. +Three hundred I left with my wife--I have no children--to keep her while +I was gone. It is very fortunate that I took this precaution and left +her so well provided for, since, had I brought all my money with me, it +would all have been lost." + +The three adventurers looked at each other soberly. The ill fortune of +their new acquaintance did not augur very well for their good fortune. + +"Then you had bad luck," said Harry inquiringly. + +"On the contrary I had good luck," replied the stranger. + +"Good luck!" repeated Harry in surprise. "Then how----" + +"How did I come into this plight? That is what you were about to ask?" + +"Yes." + +"You will soon learn. On reaching this country I was in doubt whether to +go to Ballarat or Bendigo, but finally decided upon the latter." + +"We are bound for Bendigo," said Jack. + +"So I inferred. Ballarat is in a different direction. Very well, I +reached Bendigo three months since. For a time I was unlucky. I found +next to no gold, and the prices of living used up about all the money I +had left after the expense of getting there. Just when I was on the +point of giving up in despair my luck turned. I made a strike, and +during the next six weeks I unearthed gold to the value of a thousand +pounds." + +"That certainly wasn't bad luck." + +"It was extraordinarily good luck, and naturally drew the attention of +the rest of the camp. This was unfortunate, for in such a settlement, as +may well be supposed, there are many reckless adventurers, ex-convicts, +and men utterly destitute of principle." + +"Then you were robbed at the camp?" + +"Not then nor there. I took the precaution to send the greater part of +my money to Melbourne by experts. Destitute and lost, I have six hundred +pounds in Melbourne awaiting my arrival, but for all that, I should +probably have starved to death but for my opportune meeting with you." + +"Come, then, you've got something to live for, after all," said Obed. + +"Yes, you are right. Let me once get to Melbourne and I am all right. I +shall buy a passage ticket to Liverpool, and carry with me the balance +of my money. With all that I have lost I shall go home richer than I +came." + +"But how did you lose your money?" asked Jack, who was eager to have his +curiosity gratified. + +"When I got ready to leave the gold-fields, there was no party which I +could join. I did not like to go alone. In this emergency a man who had +been working an adjoining claim offered to go with me. He professed to +have been fortunate, and to be ready to go back to the city. I saw no +reason to distrust him, and accepted his proposal. We bought each a +horse, made other preparations, and set out together. He won upon my +confidence, and I told him everything. He was very comfortably fixed +himself, he told me, and was glad he had fallen in with me, as he had +been afraid of being robbed on the journey. All went pleasantly for +three days, but on the morning of the fourth day when I awoke I found +myself alone. A little startled, I felt for my gold, which I carried in +a belt around my waist. It was gone, and so was my horse. Of course you +guess how it happened. My companion had robbed me during the night, and +left me in the woods utterly destitute." + +"What was the name of your companion?" asked Obed quickly. + +"He called himself Fletcher." + +"I thought so!" exclaimed Obed, slapping his leg with emphasis. "We know +the gentleman a little ourselves." + + + + +CHAPTER IX. + +A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE. + +"You have not met Dick Fletcher?" said Ralph Granger in surprise. + +"Yes, we only parted from him this morning." + +"Did he rob you?" + +"No, but he tried to." + +Here Obed gave an account of Fletcher's searching his pockets during the +night. + +"He thought I was sound asleep," he continued, "and so I was, but it +doesn't take much to wake me. When I gripped his throat, he concluded +he'd tackled the wrong man." + +"Did you part company with him then?" + +"No; he pretended he had been in search of matches, and I pretended to +believe it, but kept a good look-out. Last evening we stopped at the +Travellers' Rest, and Harry, here, overheard him and the landlord out in +the woods concocting a scheme to rob us, so I just told the gentleman +his room was better than his company, and he cleared out." + +"I am afraid he will turn up again," said Granger apprehensively. + +"We'll try to be ready for him," said Obed coolly, "but I don't mean to +borrow any trouble." + +By this time their new acquaintance had satisfied his hunger. He turned +gratefully to Obed Stackpole. + +"How can I thank you for your great kindness?" he said earnestly. "I +feel that you have saved my life." + +"Tut, tut." said Obed, "I've only done as you would have done in my +place. Obed Stackpole isn't the man to let anyone go hungry when he has +enough and to spare. But finish your story, my friend. How long is it +since you parted company with that skunk, Fletcher?" + +"I think it is only seven days, but it has seemed a month." + +"And didn't you meet anybody humane enough to relieve your hunger?". + +"Yes, during the first four days, but not for the last three. Part of +the time I lost my way, and did not meet anyone. I hope you will never +know such torments as I have known in that time." + +"Amen to that! And now, my friend, what are your plans?" + +"I should like to go back to Melbourne," said the stranger hesitatingly. +"If you say so, we'll fit you out with three days' provisions, and you +can push on." + +"I hardly like to go alone." + +"I am sorry, for your sake, that we are going the other way. You see we +haven't made our pile yet, and must go on. I wish we were on our way +back, with our pockets well lined. Although you have been robbed, you've +got a good sum waiting for you in Melbourne." + +"True; I shall be all right when I get there, but as I am at present +situated, it seems very uncertain when I shall have that good fortune." + +"I'll tell you what you'd better do, Granger. Come along with us, and +join the first party we meet bound for the city. You will, at all +events, be sure of your victuals till then." + +"I believe your advice to be good, and will accept your kind invitation. +When I met you I was about worn out, but the tea and food have put new +life in me, and my strength has returned." + +After an hour's halt, the little party resumed their march. They were +compelled to go so slowly, in consequence of the difficulties of the +way, not caring, of course, to get ahead of the oxen, that Granger was +easily able to keep up. He proved to be a pleasant addition to the +party, and all were glad to have exchanged Fletcher for him. They were +not destined to travel long together, however, for before nightfall they +fell in with a party of eight persons bound for Melbourne. The two +parties halted, and had a conference. Granger's story being told, they +agreed to let him join their party, in consideration of a fair +compensation which he agreed to make on his arrival at Melbourne. + +"Good-by, Granger," said Obed, as they parted. "I think you're all right +now. I wish you good luck for the balance of your journey." + +"Thank you, Mr. Stackpole," said Granger, grasping the Yankee's hand +cordially. "If I do, I shall feel that I am indebted to you for my good +fortune. I shudder to think what would have been my fate if I hadn't +fallen in with you." + +"Then don't think of it! Good-by. Perhaps we shall meet again." + +Granger also shook hands with Harry and Jack, and so they parted on the +best of terms. + +"I wonder whether we shall meet with any more of that mean skunk +Fletcher's victims," said Obed. "He's in a pretty mean business." + +"There's no doubt about that," said Harry. "I'd rather live poor all my +life than live by fleecing my neighbors." + +Toward the close of the day they entered a much pleasanter country. In +place of sandy clay, baked hard in the sun, alternating here and there +with a moist bog, they came to tall grass, trees of great height, and +meadows suitable for grazing. The cattle revelled in the rich feed, and +Obed suffered them to eat their fill, feeling that they had worked hard +and deserved it. Though it was rather earlier than usual, they decided +to encamp for the night near the margin of a creek, shaded by trees of a +gigantic size. + +Harry looked longingly at the clear stream, and a vision rose before him +of a pond in his native town where he had been accustomed to bathe. + +"Jack," said he, "let's have a swim." + +"I'm with you," said Jack promptly. "I'll bet you a shilling I'll be in +the water first." + +"I'll make a try for it anyway." But Jack, being more simply dressed, +was as good as his word, and plunged into the creek first. Harry was +scarcely half a minute behind. The boys swam, dived, and frolicked as +boys of their age will, and were loath to come out at the last. After +their experience of mud and heat the bath seemed to them delicious. + +"I haven't enjoyed myself so much since I came to Australia," said Harry +with a deep sigh of satisfaction. "I wish I could have a bath every +evening." + +"So do I," said Jack; "I mean to have another to-morrow morning." + +They slept soundly all night, but early in the morning, as consciousness +returned, Harry was startled by the sound of hearty laughter. He looked +at Jack and Obed in amazement, but both were fast asleep. Indeed, the +sound seemed to come from above. He looked up into the tree beneath +which they had encamped, but could see no person concealed among the +branches. He did, however, notice a peculiar looking bird, and it dawned +upon him that the laughter proceeded from it. He remembered now to have +heard of the bird peculiar to Australia, popularly known as "the +laughing jackass." This was the first chance he had had of hearing it, +and he woke up Obed and Jack to hear it also. + +"That beats all I ever heard," said Mr. Stackpole. "I wish he'd tell us +what's the joke, and we'll laugh too." + +This was not the only sound they heard. A flock of white cockatoos were +roosting on the tree, and favored the party with their dissonant cries. +They are described as having "most sharp and rasping voices." + +"If that's singing," said Obed. "I shan't be afraid to try it myself." + +"Don't you sing, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Jack, smiling. + +"I thought I could once, when I was in my teens. I attended a singing +school, and went in the attic one Sunday mornin' to practise. Soon my +father was at the foot of the stairs, and asked me what I meant by +sawin' boards up in the attic Sunday mornin'." + +Of course the boys laughed, but in spite of Obed's disclaimer thought +they would prefer listening to him to the cockatoos. + +They got ready to move at seven, the boys having made sure of a bath +first. They were not destined to proceed far, however. About ten +o'clock, as they were skirting the woods, six men on horseback rode out +from the leafy covert. They seemed inclined to dispute the passage of +the party. + +"What can they want?" ejaculated Harry, with a startled look. + +"I expect they are bushrangers," said Obed. + + + +CHAPTER X. + +FLETCHER TURNS UP AGAIN. + +Harry didn't need to be told that bushrangers in Australia correspond to +bandits in Italy and highwaymen in other countries. The escaped convicts +and desperate characters who are naturally attracted to a new country, +readily adopted the wild and lawless life of the bushrangers. Stories of +their outrages were common enough, and among the dangers apprehended in +a journey to or from the mines, that of meeting with a party of this +gentry was perhaps the most dreaded. + +Though Obed Stackpole betrayed no emotion, but was outwardly quiet, his +heart sank within him when he saw the bushrangers strung along the +road. + +"I guess our trip to the mines must be given up," said he in a low voice +to Harry. + +Meanwhile Harry had been scanning the faces of the men who confronted +them, and made a surprising discovery. + +"Look, Obed," he said eagerly, "at that man on the extreme right." + +Mr. Stackpole did look. + +"Dick Fletcher, as I'm a living sinner!" he ejaculated. + +But at this point the leader of the bushrangers broke silence. + +"Do you surrender?" he asked in brief, commanding accents. + +"I think we shall have to, squire," answered Obed, to whom the demand +was naturally addressed. "But I would like to ask a question or two if +you don't mind." + +"Go on." + +"Are we prisoners of war? I didn't know for my part that there was any +war in this country." + +"I have no time for foolish discussion," was the stern reply. "You must +give up what money you have about you." + +"It's mighty inconvenient, squire. I'm a good many thousand miles away +from home, and----" + +"Peace, fool! Produce whatever you have of value." + +"I haven't got much. You've tackled the wrong man, squire." + +"Fletcher, search that man!" said the captain of the band. + +Dick Fletcher dismounted from his horse, and with evident alacrity +advanced to the side of the Yankee. + +"I think we've met before," said Obed significantly. + +"I think we have," said the outlaw, showing his teeth. "I told you we +should meet again." + +"I can't say I'm overjoyed at the meeting. However, I respect you more +now, when you show yourself in your true colors, than when you sneaked +up to me at night, and searched my pockets, pretending all the while to +be a friend." + +"Take care how you talk!" said Fletcher, frowning. "Yesterday you were +three to one, now you are in my power." + +"So you're a highway robber, are you, Fletcher? Well, I can't say I'm +very much surprised. I guess that's what you're most fit for." + +"Do you want me to kill you?" said Fletcher, touching his hip pocket. +"It isn't safe for you to insult me." + +"Just so! You have a right to be brave with all them men at your side." + +"What are you doing there, Dick Fletcher? Why don't you proceed to +business?" demanded the leader impatiently. + +"Empty your pockets, Stackpole!" said Fletcher in a peremptory tone. + +"All right." + +The Yankee plunged his hands into his pockets, and produced in +succession a jackknife, a plug of tobacco, a bunch of keys, and a couple +of buttons. + +"Take them, Fletcher," he said, "if you want 'em more than I do." + +"What do you mean with this tomfoolery?" demanded Fletcher, perceiving +an impatient frown on the face of his chief. "Hand over your money." + +"I guess you'll have to search me, Fletcher. You've done it before," +answered Obed imperturbably. "I've mislaid my money, and you may know +where it is better than I do." + +Fletcher took him at his word, and proceeded to search, using some +roughness about it. + +"Be careful, Fletcher," said Obed. "I'm a tender plant, and mustn't be +roughly handled." + +Every pocket was searched, but no money was found. Dick Fletcher looked +puzzled. + +"I can't find anything," he said to the captain. + +"Rip open his clothes," said the leader impatiently. "He has some place +of concealment for his gold, but it won't avail. We shall find it." + +Fletcher whipped out a knife and was about to obey directions, but Obed +anticipated him. + +"I'll save you the trouble, Fletcher," he said. "As you're bound to have +the money, I may as well give it up. Just hand over that jack-knife, +won't you?" + +Fletcher hesitated, not understanding his meaning. + +"Oh, I'll give it back to you if you want it, but I need it to get the +money." + +Upon this the knife was given back to him. + +Obed cut open the lining of his pantaloons, and drew out four five-pound +bank-notes. They were creased and soiled, but this did not impair their +value. + +"I guess that's what you were after," said Obed. "I can't say you're +welcome to them, but that doesn't make any difference to you, I take +it." + +"Is that all you've got?" demanded the chief of the bushrangers, looking +very much disappointed. + +"Every cent, squire." + +The leader turned to Fletcher. + +"Didn't you tell us this man was well fixed?" he asked. + +"I thought so," answered Fletcher, crestfallen. + +"I thought you _knew_ it. Why, this is a contemptibly small sum, and +doesn't pay for our trouble." + +"You're right, squire," said Obed. "It aint worth carryin' away. You may +as well give it back, Fletcher." + +"That's a different matter," continued the captain. "Once more, is that +all the money you have about you?" + +"It is, squire." + +"Be careful what you say, for if we catch you in a lie, we'll string you +up to the nearest tree." + +"It's as true as preachin', squire. I never lie. I'm like Washington. I +dare say you've heard of him." + +A further search was made, but no money was found, luckily for Obed, +since there is reason to believe that the outlaw would have carried out +his threat. + +"The fellow here fooled you, Fletcher," said the captain sternly. "Take +care how you bring us any more false reports." + +"There are the boys," suggested Fletcher, uncomfortable under the +rebuke. + +"Search them also." + +This was done, or rather it would have been done, had not Harry and +Jack, fully realizing the futility of resistance, produced promptly all +the money they had. So much, however, had been spent on the outfit, that +between them they could only muster about seven pounds. + +"Humph!" said the captain contemptuously, "that's a big haul, upon my +word!" + +"There are the cattle and supplies," said Fletcher. + +"They will be of use. Here, Peter, do you and Hugh drive the team into +the woods, and prepare some dinner for the band. We will be there +directly." + +Two men, unmounted, who seemed to be servants, came forward, and +proceeded to obey orders. + +"Hold on, squire!" exclaimed Obed in alarm. "You aint goin' to take our +team, are you?" + +"Most certainly I am. If you had had a large sum in money, we would have +spared you this. As it is, we must have them." + +"But we shall starve, without money or food." + +"That is nothing to me." + +"Well, boys, come along," said Obed in a despondent tone. "Our prospects +aint over bright, but something may turn up." + +Meanwhile there was a quiet conference among the bushrangers. + +"Hold!" said the captain, as Harry and Jack were about to leave the +scene with their older companion. "_You_ can go," turning to Obed, "but +the boys remain with us." + + + + +CHAPTER XI. + +TAKEN CAPTIVE. + +Harry and Jack exchanged a glance of dismay. To be stripped of all they +had was a serious misfortune but in addition to be made prisoners by the +bushrangers was something of which they had not dreamed. Obed, too, was +taken aback. He had become attached to his young companions, and he was +very sorry to part with them. He could not forbear a remonstrance. + +"Look here, squire," he said familiarly to the captain, "what do you +want to keep the boys for? They won't do you any good, and it'll cost +considerable to keep 'em. They're pretty hearty." + +Harry and Jack could not help laughing at this practical argument. + +The captain of the bushrangers frowned. + +"I am the best judge of that," he said. "You are lucky to be let off +yourself. Don't meddle with matters that don't concern you." + +"Take me, if you want to," said Obed independently. "I shall be lonesome +without the boys." + +"You had better go while there is a chance," said the captain +menacingly. "If you give me any more trouble, I will have my men tie you +to a tree, and leave you here." + +Harry was afraid the threat would be carried out, and begged Obed to +make no further intercession. + +"I have no doubt we shall meet again," he said. "These gentlemen will no +doubt release us soon." + +He was by no means confident of this, but he thought it politic to take +things cheerfully. + +"The boy has sense," said the captain approvingly. + +"Well, good-by, boys," said Obed, wringing the hands of his two young +friends. "I shall feel awfully lonely, that's a fact, but as you say, we +may meet again." + +"Good-by, Obed," said each boy, trying not to look as sorrowful as he +felt. + +Obed Stackpole turned, and walked slowly away. His prospects were by no +means bright, for he was left without money or provisions in the +Australian wilderness, but at that moment he thought only of losing the +companionship of the two boys, and was troubled by the thought that they +might come to harm among the bushrangers. + +"If I only knew where they were goin' to take 'em," he said to himself, +"I'd foller and see if I couldn't help 'em to escape." + +To follow at once, however, he felt would be in the highest degree +imprudent, and he continued to move away slowly, but without any +definite idea of where he intended to go. + +When Obed had disappeared, Fletcher came up to the boys, and said with a +smile: + +"So you miss that Yankee, do you?" + +"Yes, I do," answered Harry. + +"You like him?" + +"Yes." + +"Then I don't admire your taste. He's rough and uncouth, and is more +fitted for a farm laborer than for society." + +"That may be," said Harry, "but he is honest and reliable." + +He might perhaps unconsciously have emphasized the word honest. At any +rate, Fletcher so understood him, and took offence at the implication. + +"Look here, young whipper-snapper," he said roughly, "you'd better take +care how you talk. You are in my power, and something will happen to you +if you are insolent." + +"What have I said to offend you?" asked Harry, looking the bushranger +calmly in the face. "I am not speaking of you, but of Mr. Stackpole." + +"You meant to insinuate that there was a difference between us." + +"That ought not to offend you, as you have so poor an opinion of him." + +Harry evidently had the best of it, and Fletcher felt cornered, for he +did not care to court the charge of dishonesty. + +"Perhaps you didn't mean anything," he growled. "If so, all is well, but +you had best be careful." + +"Follow me, men," said the leader. He turned his horse's head and rode +into the wood. + +The eucalyptus trees are very tall, some attaining a height of hundreds +of feet. They begin to branch high up, and there being little if any +underbrush in the neighborhood, there was nothing to prevent the passage +of mounted horsemen. The ground was dry also, and the absence of bogs +and marshy ground was felt to be a great relief. + +The boys were on foot, and so were two or three of the bushrangers' +party. As already intimated, they were of inferior rank and employed as +attendants. In general the party was silent, but the boys overheard a +little conversation between the captain and Dick Fletcher, who rode +beside him. + +"You haven't distinguished yourself this time, Fletcher," said the chief +in a dissatisfied tone. "You led me think that this party had money +enough to repay us for our trouble." + +"It isn't my fault," said Fletcher in an apologetic tone. "The Yankee +completely deceived me. He was always boasting of his money." + +"He doesn't seem like that kind of a man," said the captain +thoughtfully. "What could have been his object?" + +"He must have meant to fool me. I am ashamed to say he did." + +"Couldn't you have found out whether his boasts were correct?" + +"That is just what I tried to do," answered Fletcher. "I crept to his +side early one morning, and began to explore his pockets, but he woke up +in an instant and cut up rough. He seized me by the throat, and I +thought he would choke me. That made me think all the more that he +carried a good deal of money about with him." + +"The boys, too--did you think they were worth plundering?" + +"Oh, no, I never was deceived about them," replied Fletcher promptly. "I +concluded that, even if they had money, the Yankee was their guardian, +and took care of it. They are all Americans, you know." + +He spoke glibly, and the captain appeared to credit his statements. The +boys listened with interest, and with a new appreciation of Fletcher's +character. They could easily have disproved one of his statements, for +they knew very well that Obed never boasted of his money, nor gave +anyone a right to suppose that he carried much with him. On this point +he was very reticent, and neither of them knew much of his +circumstances. However, it would have done no good to contradict +Fletcher, for his word with the captain would have outweighed theirs, +and he would have found a way to punish them for their interference. + +"In future," said the captain, "I advise you to make sure that the game +is worth bagging. As it is, you have led us on a fool's errand." + +"That may be," Fletcher admitted, "but it wasn't so last time. The +Scotch merchant bled freely, you must allow." + +"Yes, you did better then." + +As Harry listened he began to understand that Fletcher acted as a decoy, +to ingratiate himself with parties leaving Melbourne for the mines, and +then giving secret information to the bushrangers with whom he was +connected, enabling them to attack and plunder his unsuspecting +companions. + +"That's a pretty mean sort of business," he said to Jack, when he had an +opportunity to speak to him without being overheard. "I'd rather be a +robber right out than lure people into danger." + +"So would I," responded Jack. "That Fletcher's worse than a pirate." + +Still they went on, so slowly that the boys, though compelled to walk, +had little difficulty in keeping up. They were necessarily anxious, but +their predominant feeling was of curiosity as to their destination, and +as to the bushrangers' mode of life. + +At length they came out of the woods into more open ground. + + + + +CHAPTER XII. + +THE HOME OF THE BUSHRANGERS. + +On a slight rise stood a collection of huts, covered with sheets of the +bark of the gum-tree, held on by ties of bullock hide. For the most part +they contained but one room each. One, however, was large and, the boys +afterward learned, was occupied by the captain of the bushrangers. +Another served as a stable for the horses of the party. + +This Harry judged to be the home of the outlaws, for no sooner had they +come in sight of it than they leaped from their horses and led them up +to the stable, relieving them of their saddles. Then the bushrangers sat +down on the ground, and lounged at their ease. The attendants forthwith +made preparations for a meal, appropriating the stores which had just +been taken from Obed and the boys. The captives were not sorry that +there was a prospect of a meal, for by this time they were hungry. They +followed the example of their companions, and threw themselves down on +the ground. Next to them was a young bushranger, apparently about +twenty-two years of age, who had a pleasant face, indicative of good +humor. + +"How do you like our home?" he asked, turning to Harry with a smile. + +"It is a pleasant place," answered Harry. + +"How would you like to live here?" + +"I don't think I should like it," Harry replied honestly. + +"And why not? Is it not better than to be pent up in a city? Here we +breathe the pure air of the woods; we listen to the songs of the birds; +we are not chained to the desk or confined from morning till night in a +close office." + +"That is true, but are there not some things you do not like about it?" +asked Harry significantly. + +"Such as what?" + +"Is it not better to earn your living, even if you are chained to a +desk, than to get it as you do?" + +Harry felt that he was rather bold in asking this question, but he was +reassured by the pleasant face of the young outlaw. + +"Well," admitted the latter, "there are some objections to our life." + +"It would not do for all to get their living as you do." + +"That is true. Some must work, in order that others may relieve them of +a portion of their property." + +"Are you not afraid of being interfered with?" + +"By the mounted police?" + +"Yes." + +"We are strong enough to overcome them," said the bushranger +carelessly. + +"What is the name of your captain?" asked Harry. + +"Stockton. No doubt you heard of him in Melbourne." + +Harry shook his head. + +The outlaw seemed surprised. "I thought everybody in Australia had heard +of Ben Stockton," he said. "He has a great name," he added with evident +pride. "He is as strong as a lion, fears nothing, and his name is +associated with some of the most daring robberies that have ever taken +place in this country." + +"And still he is free," said Harry suggestively. + +"The authorities are afraid of him. They have offered a reward for his +capture, but it doesn't trouble him. He only laughs at it." + +They were far enough away from the rest of the party to carry on their +conversation unheard--otherwise, neither Harry nor his informant would +have ventured to speak with so much freedom. At this eulogium, however, +Harry scanned, with some curiosity, the face and figure of the famous +bushranger, who was sitting about three rods distant. He was a man of +large frame, powerfully built, with hair and beard black as night, and +keen, penetrating eyes that seemed to look through those upon whom they +were fixed. He had about him an air of command and conscious authority, +so that the merest stranger could not mistake his office. About his +mouth there was something which indicated sternness and cruelty. He was +a man to inspire fear, and Harry, after a steady examination, felt no +surprise at the man's reputation. + +"How long has he been captain?" asked Harry. + +"Ever since I joined the band," answered the young man. "I don't know +how much longer." + +"How long have you been a member of the band?" + +"Five years." + +"You must have been a mere boy when you joined." + +"I was seventeen. I am twenty-two now." + +"I should like to ask you a question, but you may not like to answer +it." + +"Go on! If I don't care to answer, I will tell you so." + +"What induced you to join the bushrangers?" + +"I will tell you," said the young man, showing neither offence nor +reluctance. "I was employed in Melbourne in a business establishment. +One of my fellow-clerks stole some money, and, to screen himself, +managed to implicate me by concealing a part of the stolen money in my +coat pocket. I knew no way to prove my innocence, and my employer was +not a man to show pity, so I escaped from Melbourne and took refuge in +the bush. There I fell in with Captain Stockton, who offered me a place +in his band. I accepted, and here I am." + +"But for the act of your fellow clerk you would have been an honest +business man today, then?" + +"Very likely." + +"What a pity!" said Harry regretfully, for he was much attracted by the +open face and pleasant manners of the young man. + +"So I thought at first, but I became used to it. After a while I grew to +like the free life of the bush." + +"I don't call it free. You can't go back to Melbourne for fear of +arrest." + +"Oh, yes, I have been there several times," said the young man +carelessly. + +"How did you manage it?" asked Harry, puzzled. + +"I disguised myself. Sometimes the captain sends me on special +business." + +"Like Fletcher?" asked Harry quickly. + +"No; I shouldn't like that work. It suits him, however." + +"I never should have taken you for a bushranger. You look too honest." + +The other laughed. + +"I think I was meant to be an honest man," he said. "That is, I am +better suited to it. But fate ordained otherwise." + +"Fate?" + +"Yes; I believe that everything that happens to us is fated, and could +not have been otherwise." + +"You think, then, that you were fated to be a bushranger?" + +"I am sure of it." + +"That, then, accounts for it not troubling you." + +"You are right. We can't kick against fate, you know." + +"I shouldn't like to believe as you do," said Harry earnestly. + +"You'll come to believe it sooner or later," said the outlaw, with an +air of conviction. + +"Then what is the use of trying to lead a good and honorable life?" + +"That's just what I say. There isn't any use." + +Harry had never before met anyone holding such views of fate. He was +interested, but repelled. He felt that he could not and would not accept +any such idea, and he said so. + +"You'll change your mind after you become one of us," said his +companion. + +"After what?" ejaculated Harry. + +"After you become one of us." + +"But that will never be. How can you think such a thing!" + +"Because I know it is to be. Why do you think the captain brought you +here? He had your money, and couldn't get any more out of you." + +"Do you really mean what you say?" asked Harry, his heart filled with a +sickening apprehension that this might be true. + +"Of course I do. The captain likes young people. You two boys are smart +and bright, and he is going to make you members of the band." + +"He can't! I'll die first!" exclaimed Harry with suppressed energy. + +"You will see. But hush! don't speak so loud. For my part I shall be +very glad to have you among us. You will be companions for me. You are +only about a year younger than I was when I joined." + +At this moment their companion was called away, and Harry, bending +toward Jack, whispered in his ear: "I am afraid he is right about the +captain's intentions. We must try to escape as soon as there is any +chance." + +"I'm with you," Jack whispered back. + + + + +CHAPTER XIII. + +A TRIAL AND ITS TRAGIC FINALE. + +Harry was very much disturbed by the communication of his new +acquaintance, whose name he ascertained to be Wyman. It was not very +pleasant, of course, to be a prisoner, but this he could have borne, +being confident, sooner or later, of escaping. But to be forced to join +these lawless men, and render himself, like them, an outlaw and outcast +from respectable society, seemed terrible. He determined that, come what +would, he would preserve his integrity and his honest name. He might be +ill-treated, but they could not force him to become a bushranger. He +talked the matter over with Jack, and the young sailor agreed with him. + +Presently the meal was ready, and the two boys were served with the +rest. Notwithstanding their precarious position, each ate heartily It +takes a good deal to spoil the appetite of a growing boy. + +After eating, the captain, clearing his throat, addressed the band: + +"My men," he said, "we have refreshed ourselves by eating, and now a +less pleasant scene awaits us. I am your captain, and to me you have +sworn implicit obedience. Is it not so?" + +"Yes, yes!" answered the bushrangers. + +"It is a necessity of our position. We have withdrawn from the world, +and we lead a free, untrammelled life in the bush. We scorn the laws +that the colonists have made, and prefer to govern ourselves. Is this +so?" + +There was a hoarse murmur of assent. + +"As a consequence," the captain proceeded, "we are hunted like wild +beasts. Our enemies have laid plots to ensnare us, but thus far they +have not succeeded. While we stand together we are safe." + +Again there were signs of assent and approval as Captain Stockton +paused. + +"But one thing is essential. There must be no traitor, no malcontents +among us. A large reward has been offered for my apprehension--five +thousand pounds! It shows how much they are afraid of us," and he raised +his head with unconscious pride. "Against open enemies we can hold our +own, but not against the secret foe who sits beside us as a friend, and +eats and drinks with us. When such a one is found, what shall be his +fate?" + +He paused for a reply, and it came from the lips of all in one stern +word--"Death!" + +"I am answered," said the captain. "The sentence has been pronounced, +not by my lips but by your own." + +Here he turned to two attendants, who were stationed near at hand. +"Bring forth the traitor," he said. + +The two men disappeared within one of the huts, and immediately +reappeared, leading behind them a third, with his hands tied behind him. +His face was covered by a black cloth, which effectually screened his +features from the general observation. All eyes were turned on the +unhappy man. Harry and Jack regarded the scene with painful interest. +They guessed what was coming. + +"Complete your task!" said the captain with a wave of his hand. + +The two guards set the offender with his back to a tree, and producing a +rope, quickly passed it round his waist and tied him securely, with his +screened face toward the band. + +"Wretch!" said the captain in a terrible voice, "you thought to betray +us, and expose us to punishment and death, but the doom which you were +ready to bring upon us has recoiled upon yourself. You would have sold +your captain and comrades for gold. They have pronounced your doom, and +it is _Death!_ Have you anything to say?" + +The victim did not speak, but slowly inclined his head in hopeless +submission to his fate. + +"You have nothing to say for yourself. Is there anyone to speak for +you?" + +One of the bushrangers sprang forward impetuously. "Yes, captain, I will +speak for him." + +Captain Stockton frowned fiercely, but uttered one word, "Speak!" + +The daring outlaw, who had stepped forward a little from the line, +commenced: "This man is my brother. We were nursed by the same mother, +we played together by the same fireside, we grew into manhood together, +and together we joined this band of brothers." + +He paused a moment, and the captain said briefly, "Well?" + +"Now," continued the brother, "you would condemn him to a shameful +death, which he does not deserve." + +"What!" exclaimed the captain, his face becoming pale with anger; "what +do you dare to say? Do you question the justice of our sentence? Would +you excuse a traitor?" + +"He is no traitor!" said the brother boldly. + +"Was he not caught attempting to escape? Answer me instantly." + +"Yes, but he had no intention of betraying any of us." + +"What then was his object?" demanded Captain Stockton sternly. + +"He meant to leave you. He had become tired of the life of a bushranger. +He wished to return to the paths of honesty, and live by labor at some +respectable trade." + +"And why was this? Why, after so many years, had he become tired of our +noble independence?" + +"In one of his missions, undertaken in the interest of the fraternity, +he had made the acquaintance of a young girl, modest and attractive. He +wished to marry her, but as a bushranger he knew this was impossible. +Therefore, he resolved to leave our band, and enter upon a new life. He +would never have uttered a word to imperil the safety of his captain or +his comrades." + +"And you expect us to believe this?" said the captain with a sneer. + +"I do. I swear it is true." + +"And what do you expect me to do, Robert Graham?" + +"To consider his temptations, and to show mercy upon him." + +"Perhaps also you expect me to release him, and bid him go his way to +the maiden who is waiting for him." + +"It would be a generous act." + +"But I am not so generous," said the captain. "Your plea is ingenious, +but I put no faith in it. It is utterly improbable. You and your brother +have been with us for seven years. You have become accustomed to our +ways. He was faithful and loyal till the love of gold made him a +traitor. What he sought was blood money." + +"No, a thousand times, no!" exclaimed the brother earnestly. + +"I say it is so," said Captain Stockton harshly. "It is plain to every +member of the band. Yet, because you have never transgressed, I have +been willing to listen to you, remembering that he is your brother." + +"Spare his life at least; even if you are convinced that he is guilty. +He has not lived his life half out. Be merciful!" + +"I cannot," answered the captain in an inflexible tone. "If I yielded to +such a weakness all discipline would be at an end. If treachery is to be +pardoned, who knows which one among you might be the next to imitate the +example of this man. No! justice is stern, and punishment must be +inflicted. The guilty must be punished though the heavens fall. Men, +stand aside!" + +[Illustration: The Death of the Bushranger Captain.] + +This was addressed to the two men who stood, one on each side of the +condemned bushranger. + +They obeyed the command of their chief and he, raising his revolver, +pointed it at the breast of the unhappy offender. + +There was a moment of intense excitement. Harry and Jack were +spellbound. Their faces were pale, and wore an expression of horror. +They were about to see a human life taken. They could hardly forbear +uttering a groan. + +The silence was broken by a sharp, explosive sound. The deadly weapon +had done its work; but it was not the captive who had received the +winged messenger of death. It was the captain himself who staggered and +with one convulsive movement fell prone to the earth. + + + + +CHAPTER XIV. + +ELECTION OF A NEW CAPTAIN. + +The excitement among the bushrangers was intense. Simultaneously they +started forward, and two of them, bending over, lifted the body of their +prostrate leader. But he was already dead. The bullet had reached his +heart, and probably he never knew what hurt him. + +Robert Graham, the man who had caused his death, stood erect and +unflinching. + +He threw his weapon upon the ground, folded his arms, and said, in a +tone devoid of fear: "Comrades, do with me what you will. I could not +help doing what I did. It was either my brother's life or his. Sandy was +innocent of the crime charged against him. He had no thought of +treachery, though he did mean to leave your ranks. Is there anyone among +you that would stand by and see his brother murdered before his eyes +when he had the means of preventing it?" + +The bushrangers looked at each other in doubt. They had at first +accepted the captain's statement that Sandy Graham was a traitor. His +brother's explanation of his attempted desertion put a new face on the +matter. Then, again, there was not one among them that had not tired of +their despotic leader. Alive, he had impressed them with fear, and held +them in strict subordination, but he was far from popular, and had no +real friend among them. So, though they were startled and shocked, there +was no one to shed a tear over the dead. It was a moment of doubt when a +leader was wanted. + +"Well," said Robert Graham, after a pause, "what are you going to do +with me? I wait your pleasure." + +"He ought to be served as he served the captain," said Fletcher, who +disliked Graham, and had always been a toady to Captain Stockton. + +"I say no," rejoined Rupert Ring, a man of medium height, but of great +muscular development. "It was a terrible deed, but had my brother--I +have a brother in England, whom I have not seen for fifteen years--been +in Sandy Graham's shoes, I would have done the same." + +There was a half murmur, which seemed like approval. + +"And after all," continued Ring, "though Sandy Graham was in fault, he +is not the first man that has been beguiled by a fair face." + +"No, no!" was heard from several of the bushrangers. + +"I don't wish to speak ill of the dead, but he drew the reins too tight +at times. He forgot that we have rights." + +Again there was a murmur of assent. It was evident that he was carrying +his comrades with him. + +"I move, therefore, that we pass over Robert Graham's deed as one to +which he was impelled by brotherly affection, and that we restore Sandy +Graham to his place in our ranks, on condition that he does not repeat +the offence. Those who agree with me, hold up their right hands." + +All hands were raised except that of Fletcher. + +"Release the prisoner," said Ring, turning to the two attendants. + +Instantly the rope was cut, the dark cloth was removed, and Sandy +Graham, a tall, athletic, good-looking fellow, stepped forth, his face +pale from the terrible strain to which he had been subjected. + +"Comrades, brothers," he said, in a voice indicating deep emotion, "I +thank you for giving me back my life. It shall be devoted to your +service." + +The first to press forward, and grasp his hand convulsively was his +brother, Robert Graham. + +"Robert," said Sandy, "but for your brave act I should have been lying +dead instead of him," and he pointed, with a shudder, to the dead +captain. + +"For your sake, Sandy," said Robert solemnly, "I have shed human blood. +To save your life, I have become a murderer." + +"No, Robert, you cannot be called that any more than if you had shed +blood in self-defence." + +Their conversation was interrupted by Rupert Ring. + +"Comrades," he said, "the captain is dead. We can do nothing without a +leader. We should appoint one at once." + +Here Fletcher pushed forward. + +"I am the oldest in service among you," he said. "I was the trusted +friend of Captain Stockton. I submit that I have the best claim to be +your leader." + +But among bushrangers, as in other communities, the man who is the most +anxious to secure office is very apt to be left in the lurch. Now, it +happened that Fletcher was by no means a favorite in the band. He was +sly and sneaking in his methods, currying favor with the captain, even +at the expense of manliness and self-respect, and there were serious +doubts as to his courage. If he had been wiser, he would not have made a +boast of his standing with the late leader, for the men were heartily +tired of his tyranny, and resolved to elect someone in his place who +bore no similarity to him. + +Rupert Ring smiled slightly as he heard Fletcher's modest claim. + +"Comrades," he said, "you have heard Fletcher's appeal. It is true that +he is the oldest in service among you. It is for you to consider whether +that entitles him to the post of leader. Those of you who are in favor +of Dick Fletcher as your leader will signify it by raising your right +hands." + +Fletcher's eye wandered anxiously around the circle. To his chagrin not +a single hand was raised save his own. There was a cheer of derision +which brought an angry flush to his cheek. + +Then a clear voice was heard. It was that of the young man, Wyman, whose +conversation with the two boys has already been recorded. + +"I nominate Rupert Ring for our leader," he said. + +There was a chorus of approval, which emboldened Wyman to add: "As he +can't very well put the question on his own nomination, I will do so. +Those of you who want Ring for your captain, please hold up your right +hands." All hands were raised except that of Fletcher. + +"That settles it," said Wyman, who was unversed in parliamentary +language. "I call for three cheers for Captain Ring!" + +The woods echoed to the lusty cheers of the bushrangers. It was evident, +from the general expression of satisfaction, that the choice was a +popular one. + +"Comrades," said the new captain modestly, "I did not look for this +promotion, as you may have thought from my taking the lead just now, but +I saw that it was necessary for somebody to act. I don't know whether +you have made a wise choice or not, but I will do my best to make you +think so. Since I am your captain, it is my duty first to see that +proper honor is paid to the remains of your late captain, whom sudden +death has overtaken. You two lift the body and carry it into yonder +cabin." + +The two attendants did so. + +"Prepare a coffin, and at daybreak we will commit him to the earth. +Whatever else may be said of him, he was a brave man, and knew not +fear." + +"That is true," said Robert Graham in a low voice. + +"As to his faults, those we have no further concern with. All of us have +faults and no doubt grave ones." + +Fletcher, till now, had sulked in silence. He was terribly disappointed +that he had been passed over and Rupert Ring promoted to the place of +chief, but since it was so he felt that it was politic to stand well +with the new administration. + +"Captain Ring," he said, extending his hand, "let me be the first to +congratulate you on your election as our captain." + +Ring smiled slightly. He had never liked Fletcher. + +"I accept your congratulations, Fletcher," he said, "and condole with +you on your own disappointment. We can't all be leaders." + +"I hope to enjoy your favor, as I did that of Captain Stockton," +continued Fletcher smoothly. + +"That will depend on yourself," said Ring shortly. + +"I would like to suggest that the two boys"--here Fletcher turned in the +direction where Harry and Jack had been standing, and ejaculated in +dismay, "I don't see them. What has become of them?" + +"They have taken advantage of the excitement and confusion to run away, +I fancy," said the new captain quietly. + +This was quite true. Just after the fatal shot had been fired, and the +attention of all had been taken up by the tragedy, Harry had whispered +to Jack, "Now's our time to escape, Jack. Follow me!" + +"I'm with you," responded Jack promptly, and no one noticed the two as +they vanished among the trees. + +"Shall I go after them, Captain Ring?" asked Fletcher in excitement. +"I'll take another man, and scour the woods for them." + +"It is not necessary," said Ring indifferently. "Let them go! They would +only be in our way." + +"But," protested Fletcher, "Captain Stockton meant to take them into the +band. They are bright and smart boys, and would grow up into useful +members." + +"Heaven forbid!" said Ring earnestly. "Our lives are spoiled already, +and we have no chance but to continue. Leave them to grow up innocent." + +"This is strange talk for a captain of bushrangers," said Fletcher, +disappointed. + +"Remember that I am your captain," retorted Ring sharply, "and don't +attempt to interfere with me! Go, I would be alone." + +Fletcher slunk away, mortified and disappointed. It was well for the two +boys that he had not been elected captain. + + + + +CHAPTER XV. + +LOST IN THE WOODS. + +Yes, the two boys had escaped. When the excitement produced by the fatal +shot was at its height, it had flashed upon Harry like an inspiration +that then, if ever, was the time to escape. He knew that it would be at +the risk of their lives, and but for one consideration it is doubtful if +he would have been willing to incur the peril of the attempt. But he +felt that to stay was to run a risk as great that of being compelled to +join the ranks of the bushrangers, and of that he had a great dread. + +The boys never stopped running till they had set half a mile between +them and the camp of the bushrangers. Jack was the first to show +distress. + +"Hold on, Harry," he said, panting, "I am all out of breath." + +Harry instantly slackened his speed. + +"Look back, Jack," he said anxiously; "see if you can discover anyone +pursuing us." + +"I see no one," answered Jack after a prolonged look. + +"They have other things to think of," said Harry. "The murder of their +captain has put all thoughts of us out of their heads. When the +excitement has subsided a little, I am afraid they will look for us. How +terrible it was!" he added with a shudder. + +"Yes," returned Jack. "I saw that man--the captive's brother--lift his +weapon and point it at the captain. Almost before I could speak it was +discharged and the captain fell. He must have been killed instantly." + +"I little thought what lay before me when I left home," said Harry. + +"I wish I knew what lies before us now," said Jack. + +"I am afraid our prospects are rather dark. We must take care at any +rate not to fall again into the hands of the bushrangers. I am most +afraid of that man Fletcher. If he could have his way, he would show us +no mercy." + +"Let us go on again," said Jack. "I only stopped to catch my breath." + +"You are right, Jack. The farther we get away from the bushrangers the +better." + +Before them was a densely wooded hill. The way had become difficult with +the scrub bushes that filled up the distance between the trees. The +latter were no longer the same which they had hitherto encountered, the +tall and stately eucalyptus, but were smaller and wider branched. + +"We can't make our way here, Harry," said Jack despondently. + +"Oh, yes, we can. Besides, don't you see, the rougher and more difficult +the way, the less are we likely to be followed. I am willing to go +through a good deal to save capture." + +"So am I," answered Jack. "You are always right. Push ahead, and I'll +follow." + +For three or four hours the boys kept on their way. They surmounted the +hill, and found a clearer country. Finally, turning to the right they +came upon an open tract. By this time it was growing dark, and the boys +were feeling both fatigued and hungry. + +"I think we can rest now, Jack," said Harry. + +With a sigh of relief Jack threw himself on the ground. + +"This is worse than any work I did on shipboard," he said. + +Harry smiled. + +"I don't think it is likely to cure you of your love for the sea, Jack," +he said. "Though I haven't your fondness for sea life, I confess I would +rather be on the deck of a good stanch ship than here." + +"Harry," said Jack anxiously, "when do you think we shall find something +to eat? I am terribly hungry." + +"So am I, Jack. It's the hard walk that has increased our appetite." + +"I have often thought I might be afloat in an open boat without anything +to eat, but I never expected to be caught in such a pickle on land." + +"A good many things have happened to us to-day that we didn't expect," +said Harry. "Do you know, Jack, it seems the longest day I ever spent?" + +"I can say the same." + +"This morning we set out with Obed, free from care. We have been +captured by bushrangers, taken to their camp, seen the murder of their +leader, escaped, and after walking for miles through a rough wilderness +here we are, tired out and in danger of starvation." + +"Don't say any more, Harry," said Jack faintly. "I can realize it +without your description." + +"I wish Obed were with us," said Harry, after a pause. "Perhaps he could +think of some way out of our trouble. He is an experienced man, and is +used to roughing it. As for me, I feel helpless." + +"Do you think there is likely to be any house near at hand?" + +"It doesn't look like it," said Harry, shaking his head. + +"I don't think I should mind much being caught and carried back by the +bushrangers, if they would give me a good supper," said Jack ruefully. + +"Poor Jack!" said Harry compassionately; "I do believe you are suffering +for food." + +"I told you so, Harry." + +"My appetite no doubt will come later. At present I am not very +uncomfortable. Well, Jack, there is only one thing to do. We must +explore further and see if we can find any trace of a human habitation. +Suppose you go to yonder knoll, and climb the tree at the top. Then use +your eyes for all they are worth. They are better than mine, at any +rate, for you are accustomed to use them at sea. All sailors, I have +heard, are farsighted." + +Jack was ready to obey Harry, feeling much more confidence in his +judgment and discretion than in his own. He accordingly followed his +advice, and with a sailor's agility mounted the tree. Then shading his +eyes with his hand, he looked earnestly, first in one direction, then in +another. + +"Well, Jack?" inquired Harry anxiously, for he, too, appreciated the +gravity of their situation. + +There was a pause; then Jack called out joyfully: "I see a light: yes, I +am sure I see a light." + +"Whereaway?" + +"Straight ahead, or a little to the left." + +"Take a good look, Jack, so as to be sure of your bearings. Then we will +make our way toward it with the best speed we can muster." + +Jack scrambled down from the tree with his face actually cheerful. The +prospect of a meal had put new life into him. + +"Follow me!" he said. "I don't think it can be more than a mile away." + + + + +CHAPTER XVI. + +THE SHEPHERD'S HUT. + +Not feeling their fatigue so much now that they were buoyed up by the +hope of shelter and food, the two boys plodded on. The way was at times +difficult, and there was no glimpse of the light which Jack had seen +from the tree-top. + +"Do you think you are on the right track, Jack?" asked Harry anxiously. + +"Yes, I feel sure of it," answered the young sailor. + +"It would be very unlucky if we had wandered from the right direction." + +"Yes, I should feel like lying down and giving up, but I am sure I am +right." + +Events proved that Jack was right. They came to an open place, from +which they could distinctly see the light gleaming from a dwelling only +forty rods away. + +"There, what did I tell you?" demanded Jack triumphantly. + +"You are right, Jack. I am glad enough to admit it. Now the question is, +will the people who occupy the house let us in?" + +"They can't be so inhuman as to refuse. Pass on, Harry." + +They were not long in reaching the hut. It was one of those slab huts +which are used by shepherds. They are lonely enough, the stations being +in some instances twenty miles from the nearest dwelling. This was a +single dwelling, the home of one of the out keepers. The chief stations +are usually an aggregation of dwellings. In the yard was a pile of wood +for fuel. Close at hand was a paddock surrounded by a rail fence, over +which hung a number of sheepskins. All these evidences of habitation +cheered the hearts of the lonely boys. + +Harry went up to the door and knocked. + +His knock appeared to create some commotion inside. A voice was heard, +and then there was audible the barking of a dog, but no one came to the +door. + +"Suppose you knock again, Harry," said Jack. + +"They must have heard my first knock. Perhaps they don't want to let us +in." + +However, Harry knocked again. + +Again the dog inside barked, this time with fierce emphasis. + +"Is there no one inside but the dog?" thought Harry anxiously. Having no +weapon with him, he took a piece of a broken rail, so that in case of +necessity he might have a means of defence. + +He was about to venture on a third knock when a tremulous voice, which +the boys at once recognized as that of a girl, was heard from within. + +"Who are you? What do you want?" + +"We are two boys who have lost our way, and are almost starved," +answered Harry. "For Heaven's sake let us in, and give us something to +eat." + +There was a pause, the girl being evidently undecided. + +"Are there only two of you?" she asked. + +"Only two." + +"You are sure there is no one with you?" + +"No one." + +"And you are boys?" + +"Yes." + +"What brings you here--in this lonely place, at this hour?" + +"We are on our way to the gold-fields of Bendigo." + +"But this is off the road." + +"I know it. The fact is, we were captured by the bushrangers, and have +made our escape. We plunged into the woods, thinking we were less likely +to be caught and carried back." + +There was a change in the girl's tone as she said: "Is this really true? +You are not bushrangers yourselves?" + +"No, I hope not," answered Harry with a boyish laugh. + +This laugh, which sounded natural and genuine, evidently inspired the +girl with confidence. + +"If I let you in, will you promise to do no mischief?" she asked. + +"You shall have no cause to regret admitting us, we promise that." + +There was still a little pause of indecision, and then a bolt was drawn, +and the door opened. The two boys saw in the doorway a pleasant-faced +girl of fourteen, whose eyes fell upon them not without a shade of +anxiety. But when she saw that the two visitors were boys not much older +than herself, there was a look of relief, and she said: "I will trust +you. Come in if you like. Hush, Bruno!" + +This was addressed to a large shepherd dog that stood beside her, eying +them suspiciously. + +A weight seemed lifted from the hearts of the two boys, as they caught +sight of the comfortable interior of the hut. On the one side of the +room was a large open fireplace, on which a good fire was burning. The +flickering flames helped illumine the apartment, and diffused a +home-like air, which was most grateful to the two tired wanderers. + +"You are very kind to admit us," said Harry. "You have no idea how great +a favor it is." + +"I would have let you in before, but I thought you might be +bushrangers," said the girl. + +"We don't look much like bushrangers, do we?" said Harry with a smile. + +The girl smiled too. She was evidently pleased with the appearance of +her two visitors. + +"No; if I had seen you, I should have known better than to think you +belonged to their band. Come in and sit down by the fire." + +"Thank you." + +Harry and Jack seated themselves on a settle near the fire, and the girl +continued to eye them curiously. + +"I suppose you are boys," she said. + +"We don't call ourselves men yet," answered Harry. + +"I never saw a boy before," was the unexpected remark of their young +hostess. + +"WHAT!" ejaculated the two boys in concert. + +"I scarcely ever saw anybody," explained the girl. "My father and I live +here alone, and have lived here for years. He has a flock of fifteen +hundred sheep to watch and tend. Sometimes another shepherd calls here, +and we had a visit from the bushrangers last year." + +"It must be very lonely for you," said Harry in a sympathetic tone. + +"Yes, it is; but I am used to it. Father is away all day, but he leaves +Bruno to keep me company." + +"Come here, Bruno!" said Jack in a coaxing tone. + +Bruno eyed Jack dubiously, and finally walked up to him deliberately, +and allowed himself to be stroked. + +"Bruno doesn't think we are bushrangers," said Jack, smiling. + +"He did at first, though," the girl replied with an answering smile. +"Have you been walking all day?" + +"Yes; the greater part of the day." + +"Then you must be hungry." + +"We are almost starved!" said Harry tragically. "Are we not, Jack?" + +"I am quite starved," said the young sailor. + +"Then I must get you some supper," said the girl in a hospitable tone. + +"Thank you," said Harry earnestly. "Will you let me know your name?" he +asked. + +"My name is Lucy." + +"My grandmother's name was Lucy," said Jack. + +"Then you may look upon me as your grandmother," said the girl +demurely. + +Of course all three laughed heartily at this absurdity. Then Lucy moved +about with quick steps, and soon a goodly supper of mutton-chops was +fizzling in the frying-pan, sending forth savory odors that made their +mouths water. Presently Lucy drew out a table, and placed upon it the +chops and some cold bread. + +"I would boil some potatoes," she said, "but you might not like to wait +so long." + +"I think we won't wait, Lucy." + +"You haven't told me your name," said Lucy as they drew up to the +table. + +"My name is Harry Vane," said the possessor of that name. + +"And mine is Jack Pendleton." + +"Harry and Jack," repeated Lucy, nodding. + +"Yes." + +"And where do you come from?" + +"From America." + +"Isn't that a long way off?" + +"Yes, thousands of miles off; seven or eight, I think." + +"You are very young to walk so far," said Lucy, "but perhaps you rode. +Did the bushrangers steal your horses?" + +"We came over the sea," said Harry. "Jack is a sailor." + +Lucy looked at Jack curiously, as if a sailor were a strange species of +animal. + +At this point Bruno raised his head, looked toward the door, and began +to bark. + +"I think my father must be close by," said Lucy. "Bruno is always the +first to hear him." + + + + +CHAPTER XVII. + +A WELCOME IN THE WILDS. + +Before Lucy could reach the door, it was opened, and a stalwart man of +middle age paused on the threshold, in evident surprise. + +"Whom have you here, Lucy?" he asked in a tone of displeasure. + +"Two boys, papa, who came here in distress, having lost their way." + +"Did I not caution you against admitting strangers?" continued her +father with a slight frown. + +"Yes, but these are boys, not men." + +Harry Vane thought it was time to start. + +"I hope, sir," he said, "you won't blame your daughter for her kindness +to us. We stood greatly in need of friendly help, having been robbed of +everything by the bushrangers, from whom we managed by good luck to +escape some hours since." + +The shepherd regarded Harry keenly, and proceeded to cross-examine him. + +"You say you were captured by the bushrangers?" he said. + +"Yes, sir." + +"When was this?" + +"This morning, just after breakfast." + +"Where did it happen?" + +Harry told him. + +"Where were you going?" + +"To the mines at Bendigo." + +"How large was your party?" + +"There were only three of us--a countryman of ours and ourselves." + +"Where is he?" + +"The bushrangers robbed him and let him go." + +"Why did they not release you and your friend?" + +"Because, as a young member of the band told us, the captain meant to +spare us to join the band." + +"You are young to be travelling to the mines. What countrymen are you?" + +"We are Americans." + +"Humph! your story sounds well enough, but how do I know that you are +not spies of the bushrangers?" + +Harry Vane's eyes flashed indignantly. + +"I hope you won't think so badly of us," he said. + +The shepherd seemed somewhat impressed by his indignant denial, which +certainly seemed genuine enough, but wanted information on one point. + +"How did you manage to escape? That doesn't seem very probable, at any +rate." + +"We both took advantage of the excitement occasioned by the murder of +Captain Stockton----" he began. + +"What!" exclaimed the shepherd in profound astonishment, "Captain +Stockton murdered! When? By whom?" + +Of course Harry told the story, but that need not be repeated. + +The shepherd listened in evident excitement. + +"If this is true," he said, "nothing better could have happened for this +part of Australia. This man--Stockton--is noted everywhere as the most +desperate and cruel of the bushrangers. I can't begin to tell you how +many atrocious crimes he has committed. He killed my brother in cold +blood three years since,"--here the shepherd's face darkened--"because +he defended the property of another, and tried to save it from being +stolen. If he is dead I am deeply, profoundly grateful!" + +"You need have no doubt on that point, sir," said Harry. "Jack and +myself saw him shot down. There can be no doubt of his death." + +"I believe you speak the truth. You don't look as if you were deceiving +me. So you took the opportunity to give the bushrangers legbail, eh?" + +"We didn't stay to bid them good-by," said Harry, smiling. "We ran till +we were out of breath, but saw no one on our track. Probably it was some +time before we were thought of, and our escape noticed. We have been +walking ever since, and were ready to drop with hunger and fatigue when +we espied the light of your cottage, and ventured to ask for help." + +"You are welcome to all that we can do for you," said the shepherd, his +tone changing. "I was suspicious at first, for the bushrangers are up to +all sorts of tricks, but the news you have brought insures you a +welcome. At last my poor brother is avenged, and the bloodthirsty +villain who killed him has gone to his account. You don't know who is +elected in his place?" + +"No, sir, we came away at once." + +"Of course, of course; I should have thought of that." + +"I hope it isn't Fletcher," said Jack. + +"Ha! what do you know of Dick Fletcher?" + +"More than we want to. He it was who passed himself off on us as a +returned miner, and betrayed us into the hands of his comrades." + +"I know of him, too. He would be as bad as the captain if he dared, but +he is a coward. His turn will come after a while. But, Lucy,"--here he +addressed his daughter,--"you are not treating your guests very well. +Where are your potatoes and other vegetables?" + +"They were so hungry they preferred not to wait for them, papa." + +"You may put them in the pot now. I want them, and I think our young +friends will be able to eat them later." + +"You are very kind, sir, but I am afraid Jack and I will not be able to +compensate you. The bushrangers took all we had, and left us +penniless." + +"I don't want your money, boy. You are welcome to all you get in this +house. We don't have visitors very often. When they do come, they have +no bills to pay." + +"Unless they are bushrangers, father!" said Lucy with a smile. + +"If they are bushrangers, they will meet with a still warmer reception," +said the shepherd grimly. "And now, daughter, hurry up supper, for I +have a very fair appetite myself." + +Lucy moved about quietly but actively in obedience to her father's +directions. An hour later, or perhaps less, the table was spread once +more, and all got up to it. The boys, though the edge of their appetite +was taken away, managed to eat the vegetables with a relish, not having +had a chance to eat any for a considerable time, except at their hotel +in Melbourne. + +After supper they sat down beside the fire and talked. Living so much +alone, the shepherd and his daughter were anxious to hear all that the +boys could tell them of the great world from which they lived aloof. +Later in the evening, the shepherd, whose name, by the way, was Andrew +Campbell, said, "Now, let us have a little music. Lucy, bring me the +bagpipe." + +His daughter went into an adjoining room, and brought out a Highland +bagpipe, which Campbell received, and straightway began to play upon it +some characteristic Scotch tunes. It was loud and harsh, but the boys +enjoyed it for want of better. + +"Don't you sing, Miss Lucy?" asked Harry, when her father laid down the +instrument. + +"No," answered the girl, smiling. "I wish I did. Father is very fond of +singing." + +"Aye, am I; Lucy's mother sang, but the gift has not descended to her." + +"Harry is a professional singer," said Jack. "He sings in public." + +"Please sing something, then," pleaded Lucy. + +"If you really wish it," answered Harry. + +"I shall be glad to hear you, young sir," said the shepherd. + +Harry hesitated no longer, but sang at once, choosing such Scotch +melodies as he knew in preference. The shepherd's eyes glistened, and he +was evidently much moved. + +"It calls back my early days, when as a lad I trod the heath in +Scotland," he said. "You are a fine singer. I don't mind when I have +enjoyed an evening as much." + +"I am very glad, sir, if I have been able in this way to repay your +kindness," said Harry. + +"Don't speak of it, lad," said the shepherd, lapsing into his Scotch +mode of speech. "We shan't miss the bit sup we have given you." + +At nine o'clock all retired for the night, for the shepherd must be up +early in the morning to look after his flocks. Harry and Jack slept in a +small room back. They were very tired, and fell asleep as soon as their +heads struck the pillow. + + + + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +A DANGEROUS ACQUAINTANCE. + +Though the boys were very much fatigued they were up in time for an +early breakfast the next morning. It consisted of muttonchops, potatoes, +bread, and coffee, and they were prepared, notwithstanding their hearty +supper of the night before to do full justice to it. + +The shepherd had got over his first impression, and nothing could be +more friendly than his manner toward them. He gave a still stronger +proof of his confidence and friendship. + +"So you think of going to the mines, my lads," he said. + +"Yes, sir." + +"I don't know about the wisdom of your plans. It isn't all that find the +gold they look for. Are you expecting to come back with fortunes?" + +"They would not be unwelcome, sir," said Harry, "but we shall at any +rate like the advantage of it, and we are young enough to try +experiments." + +"That's true; but about the gold I'm thinkin' you'll be disappointed. At +any rate I'll make you an offer--the two of you. Stay here and help me +tend sheep. I'll give you your living and clothes, and when you are +twenty-one, I will make you a present of a hundred sheep each to start +in business for yourselves." + +The proposal took Harry and Jack by surprise. They could not but observe +that Lucy's face brightened with hope, as she awaited their answer. It +was clear that she hoped it would be favorable. It must be acknowledged +that this made a considerable impression upon them. Lucy was a pretty +girl, and they felt flattered by her desire that they should remain. But +their resolution was only shaken, not changed. They had but to look +about them at the unbroken solitude to feel that life under such +circumstances would be unendurable. Both of them had led lives of +activity and excitement, and neither felt prepared to settle down, but +they felt grateful. + +"Jack and I thank you for your kindness, Mr. Campbell," said Harry, "and +consider your offer a good one. But it would be lonely for us here, and, +though we may change our minds, we would like to try the gold-fields +first." + +"It's only natural, lads," said the shepherd. "You are young, and you +crave excitement. When you are as old as I am, you won't mind the quiet. +Go, then, to Bendigo, but if you have bad luck, come back here, and you +shall be welcome to stay as long as you like, and to accept my offer if +you feel like it then." + +"I am sorry you won't stay," said Lucy, with a shade of sadness. + +"I wish we could be contented to do so," said Harry. "You may be sure we +won't forget your kindness, Miss Campbell." + +"Do you mean me?" asked Lucy, smiling. "I never was called Miss Campbell +before." + +"I will say Lucy, if you will allow me." + +"I would rather you did." + +"Then good-by, Lucy. We shall always remember you." + +"And you will come back some day?" + +"If we can." + +"Then good-by, and don't forget your promise." + +There was a suspicious moisture in the girl's eyes, for she knew that +when the young visitors were gone she would feel lonelier than ever. + +"That's a nice girl, Jack," said Harry after a pause. + +"That's so, Harry. I never saw a girl so nice before," responded Jack +emphatically. + +"Do you know, Jack," said Harry, turning to him with a smile, "it is +just as well we are going away." + +"What do you mean, Harry?" + +"If we stayed here till we were both young men, we might both fall in +love with Lucy, and quarrel over her." + +"I might fall in love with her, but I would never quarrel with you, +Harry," said Jack affectionately. + +"No, Jack, I don't think you would. Nothing shall ever divide us." + +"You are very kind to a poor sailor boy," said Jack. "You know a great +deal more than I, and I am not fit to be your friend." + +"Take care, Jack, I may quarrel with you if you say anything against +yourself. Fit or unfit, you are my chosen friend, and I should not be +willing to exchange you for anyone else I have ever met." + +"Not even for Montgomery Clinton?" said Jack archly. + +"Not even for him, with all his stock of trousers." + +Reference was made to a young man from Brooklyn, a fellow passenger on +the ship _Nantucket_, who had acquired the reputation of a dude, and had +afforded much amusement to all on board. He will be remembered by the +readers of the preceding volume, "Facing the World." + +The boys did not set out on their journey empty-handed. Lucy, by +direction of her father, had packed a basket with provisions enough to +last them two or three days. The shepherd wished also to lend them some +money, but this Harry declined. + +"We might not be able to pay it back," he said. + +"I shan't miss it, lads, if you don't," urged the shepherd. + +"We might be robbed of it as we were of our other money, sir. We thank +you all the same." + +But they gladly accepted the basket of provisions, without which, +indeed, they might have fared badly in that uninhabited wilderness. + +"How far is it to Bendigo?" Harry had asked the shepherd. + +"Twenty-five miles, or thereabouts," was the answer. + +"If it were a straight road and good travelling we might be there by +night."! "But it is neither. You will be fortunate if you reach there in +three or four days." + +"Give us the direction, and we will try it, sir." + +The two young travellers, refreshed by their night's sleep and two +substantial meals, made good progress, and by noon found themselves, +despite the difficulties of the way, seven miles distant from the +station where they had received such hospitable treatment. By this time +they were hungry, and were glad to sit down at the base of a gigantic +gum-tree and attack the provisions they had brought with them. They were +in good spirits and chatted cheerfully. Many thousands of miles away +from home, without a penny in their pockets, and with only a basket of +provisions between them and starvation, they did not allow themselves to +be depressed by their uncertain prospects, but looked forward +hopefully. + +"Jack," said Harry, "it seems so lonely here, I could easily believe +that we two are alone in the world." + +"It does seem so," said Jack. + +"I feel a little like Robinson Crusoe on his island." + +"Am I to be Friday?" asked Jack, with a smile. + +Jack had read very few books, but who is there who has not read Robinson +Crusoe? + +"I don't think you are of the right color, Jack, but I would a good deal +rather have you than Friday." + +They were not so far away from human companionship as they supposed, as +they soon learned to their dismay. Suddenly they heard a crunching as of +steps upon the brush, and turning, they saw, with alarm, a tall muscular +man with matted locks unprotected by a hat, a long untrimmed beard, and +a suit hanging in tatters over his gaunt, bony figure. His eyes were +fixed with a famished look upon the open basket of provisions. + +The boys started to their feet in affright. + +"Give me food!" said the stranger in a hoarse voice. + +Harry took some bread and meat from the basket, and handed them to the +stranger, who devoured them in silence. His appetite seemed enormous, +and the boys saw in dismay that if he kept on there would be very little +left. It was necessary, in self-defence, to limit the man's rapacity. + +"More, more!" he cried, when he had eaten all that had been given him. + +"We have given you all we can spare," said Harry firmly. + +"Give me the basket, or I will kill you both!" exclaimed the tramp, his +eyes suffused with blood, and gleaming with fierce anger. + +As he spoke, he raised a knotted stick which had served him as a cane, +and swung it menacingly above his head. + + + + +CHAPTER XIX. + +A RUFFIAN FOILED. + +Harry and Jack were brave boys, and not easily daunted, but the attitude +of the stranger was so menacing, and his frame so indicative of +strength, that they were both alarmed. Had their need of the provisions +been less urgent they would have surrendered them without a struggle, +but they felt that it was a question possibly of continued life or +starvation, and this inspired them to resistance. + +Holding the basket in his hand, Harry retreated behind a tree, and began +to parley. + +"You are asking too much," he said. "We have given you a meal. We need +the rest for ourselves." + +"No palavering, boy!" said the tramp roughly. "I need it more than you +do. Give it to me, or I will kill you." + +"If I only had some weapon," thought Harry. + +While he was hesitating, the tramp with a quick movement sprang to where +he stood, clutched him by the collar, and flinging him on his back put +his knee on his breast, saying between his closed teeth, "Now I will +kill you, young jackanapes! I'll teach you to interfere with me." + +Poor Harry thought his last moment had come. He was powerless against +his enemy, whose wild rage, shown in his distorted features, seemed +capable of anything. His sole helper was Jack, who flung himself on the +giant, and sought with his boyish strength to pull him away, but in +vain. + +"I'll choke the life out of you, you young beast!" exclaimed the tramp, +preparing to clutch Harry by the throat. The moment was a critical one +for the poor boy, whose career came near ending then and there. + +But assistance came when least expected. + +A man who had approached, unseen by either of the three, jumped from the +underbrush and with one powerful blow sent the tramp sprawling on the +ground beside his intended victim. + +[Illustration: Obed Rescues the Boys from the Tramp.] + +"You're rather out of your reckoning, you mean skunk!" he exclaimed. "If +there's any killin' to be done round here, I'm goin' to do it." + +"Obed Stackpole!" ejaculated the boys in heartfelt delight, and they +were rushing forward to greet him, but he waved them back. + +"Yes," he said, "it's Obed himself. I'll talk to you in a minute, after +I've got through with this consarned villain." + +By this time the tramp, though startled and dazed, was on his feet, and +preparing to make a desperate assault on the Yankee. But though quite as +strong, and possibly stronger than Obed Stackpole, he had now to +encounter a foe by no means to be despised. Moreover, he had laid down +his knotted stick, and Obed had secured it. It was a formidable weapon, +and Mr. Stackpole was quite ready to make use of it. + +"Give me my stick!" shouted the tramp hoarsely. + +"I mean to," responded the Yankee coolly. "Where will you have it?" + +He stepped back warily, as the other advanced, holding the stick in a +strong grasp, while he kept his eyes steadily fixed on his opponent. He +was cool, but his enemy was enraged, and rage made him incautious. + +He made a desperate clutch at the stick, but with a powerful sweep Obed +struck him on the side of the head, and he fell like an ox, stunned and +insensible. + +"That settles you, my friend, I guess," said Obed. "You brought it upon +yourself, and you've got no one else to blame. Watch him, Harry, to see +that he doesn't come to himself, while I tie his hands." + +Obed whipped a strong cord from his pockets, and secured the wrists of +the prostrate enemy, tying them securely together. + +"Will you tie his feet, too?" asked Jack. + +"No, it is not necessary. He can't do any harm now. I came in the nick +of time, boys, didn't I?" + +"Indeed you did!" said Harry earnestly. "He was beginning to choke me." + +"What was it all about?" + +"We had given him a meal, but he wanted to make off with the basket +besides. As this would have left us utterly without food, I objected." + +"The mean skunk! I'm glad I came up in time to settle him." + +"Won't you have something to eat yourself, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Harry, +bethinking himself that his deliverer might need refreshment. + +"I don't mind if I do," answered Obed. "The fact is, I'm feeling kinder +hollow. I feel a gnawin' at my vitals that isn't pleasant. This is prime +fodder; where did you raise it?" + +While Obed was eating--with hearty relish, it may be added--Harry +related briefly what had befallen Jack and himself since they had parted +company. + +"You're in luck, boys," was Obed's comment. "You fared better than I, +for you've had your square meals, while I've had only one besides +this." + +"Where was that?" asked Harry. + +"At the same place where you passed the night. I got there about an hour +after you left, as well as I can make out. The gal was very kind, and +gave me a tip-top breakfast. I ate till I was ashamed, and then left off +hungry. That's why I've got such an appetite now. Yesterday I didn't +have but one meal, and I've had to make up for that." + +"Did Lucy tell you we had passed the night at her father's house?" + +"Lucy! Seems to me you got mighty familiar," said Obed in a jocular +tone. "She didn't tell me what her name was. I suppose she looked upon +me as a dried-up old bach." + +"She's a nice girl," said Harry emphatically. + +"So she is. I'm with you there. But about your question--I asked her if +she had seen anything of two chaps about your size, and she told me +enough to show me I was on your track. She told me which way you went, +and I follered. She was a little shy at first, not knowin' but I might +be an enemy of yours, but when she'd made up her mind to the _contrary_ +she up and told me everything. Well, I struck your trail, and here I +am." + +"I for one am delighted to see you, Obed," said Harry cordially. + +"And I for two," added Jack, smiling. + +Mr. Stackpole seemed gratified by the pleasure evinced by the boys. + +"Well," he said, "we're together once more, and now we must hold a +council of war, and decide what's to be done." + +"With him?" asked Jack, pointing to the tramp. + +"With him first of all; I take it you don't want me to invite him to +join our party?" + +"His room is better than his company," said Harry. + +"I agree with you. According to my idea, we may as well leave him where +he lies." + +"But won't he starve?" + +"He can get his hands free after awhile," said Obed, "but not till after +we are at a safe distance. You needn't be afraid about him. Anyhow the +world wouldn't lose much if he did take passage for another." + +"That's so, Obed, but I wouldn't like to feel that we were responsible +for his death." + +At this moment the prostrate man opened his eyes, and as his glance +lighted on Obed, they gleamed with the old look of rage. He tried to get +up, and of course discovered that his hands were tied. + +"Loosen my hands, you scoundrel!" he exclaimed. + +"If you mean me by that pet name, my esteemed friend," said Obed, "I +respectfully decline. I'd rather look at you with your hands tied." + +"Do you want me to kill you?" demanded the tramp furiously. + +"Not at present! when I do I'll let you know. Come, boys, we may as well +be going. This gentleman would rather be left alone." + +"Unloose me first, and I won't harm you," said the other, trying to +struggle to his feet. + +"I don't mean you shall. Good-by, my friend. I can't say I wish to meet +you again. I will take the liberty to carry off your stick, as you won't +need it with your hands tied." + +Obed and the boys started off, followed by the most fearful execrations +from their late acquaintance. They had scarcely gone a quarter of a mile +when they met two mounted police, who halted their horses and inquired: +"Have you seen anything of a man, tall and spare, dark hair and eyes. We +have traced him to this neighborhood, and think he must be near." + +"What has he done?" asked Obed curiously. + +"Murdered a man at the mines, in a drunken brawl." + +"We've just parted company with him," said Obed. "I found him +experimentin' on my young friend here, but come up in time to block his +game." + +"Put us on his track, and we will share the reward of a hundred pounds +with you." + +"I'll do it. Boys, stay here and I'll go back with these gentlemen. I'll +join you in an hour." + +Obed was as good as his word. Within an hour he was back again, with the +two policemen, followed by the man whom we have called the tramp. + +His hands were more securely fastened now by a pair of handcuffs. + + + + +CHAPTER XX. + +THE BOYS ARRIVE AT BENDIGO. + +"You are entitled to half the reward offered for the apprehension of +this man," said the leader of the police to Obed Stackpole. "I +congratulate you. Fifty pounds is a sum not to be despised." + +"Especially when a man has been robbed of all he possesses by +bushrangers," said Obed. "If you'll excuse me, captain, why does your +government allow them rascals to roam round the country, plundering and +killing honest men?" + +The captain of police shrugged his shoulders. + +"We can't help it, my good man. We do all we can," he answered. + +"In my country we would soon put a stop to it." + +"You mean America?" + +"Yes; the land of the Stars and the Stripes," said Obed proudly. + +"It is more difficult here," observed the police captain. "The nature of +the country makes pursuit difficult. Besides, we have had so many +convicts sent out here in past years that there is a large proportion of +lawless men in the colony. Some of these men have made themselves very +formidable. There is Captain Stockton, for instance." + +"_Was_, you mean, captain." + +"I don't understand you." + +"Captain Stockton is dead." + +"Do you mean this? How do you know?" inquired the captain of police +eagerly. + +"He was killed yesterday by one of his men." + +"What evidence have you of this?" demanded the captain incredulously. + +"Them two boys saw him shot," said Obed, indicating Harry and Jack. + +"Tell me all about it, young man," said the captain to Harry. "It will +be good news at Bendigo. Returning miners are always in fear of this +famous bushranger, Stockton. He doesn't care so much to attack parties +bound to the mines, for they are not supposed to have much with them, +but those returning to Melbourne generally carry more or less gold, and +are worth capturing." + +Harry gave a succinct account of his adventures while in the power of +the bushrangers, and the scene of which he had been a witness. The +captain of police listened attentively. + +"This is good news," he remarked. "There will be a new captain +appointed, of course, but there is not another man connected with the +gang who can take Stockton's place or do as much mischief as he has +done." + +"How far are we from Bendigo, captain?" asked Obed. + +"Two days' journey, or perhaps more." + +"A long distance, considering we have no money." + +"You will have half the reward. Your share will be fifty pounds." + +"That won't do us any good now, unless you'll be kind enough to advance +us a part of that sum." + +"I would if I were able, but I am not provided with any money beyond +what I need. You and the boys may come with us, however, if you wish." + +"I should like nothing better, captain. Once at Bendigo, and we'll +manage to shift for ourselves." + +"Very well, so let it be." + +I pass over the events of the next two days. Obed and the boys, after +all their troubles, found themselves provided with an official escort, +and on the morning of the third day arrived at the famous gold-fields of +Bendigo. + +Ballarat and Mount Alexander preceded Bendigo in point of time, but +Bendigo has been far more productive. As the little party descended a +hill made white by the sandy dirt thrown out of the mines, they saw +below them Bendigo Creek, yellow as the Tiber, running sluggishly +through the valley, which on either side had been dug up by prospectors +for gold. All about on the slopes of the hills and in the valley were +rude huts, hastily put together, the homes of the miners. Some of them +were built of solid trunks of trees laid horizontally, after the +American backwoods order of architecture. The interstices were generally +daubed with clay to make them water-tight, and the roofs were covered +with sheets of bark, kept down by logs laid upon them. There were tents, +also, made of slabs, and covered with canvas. Still others were covered +with bullock hides. + +To Harry and Jack the sight was a novel one, and they regarded the +extemporized village with interest. + +Obed's eyes glistened, and he rubbed his hands with delight. + +"This seems like home," he said. "It's just like Shantytown in +Californy, where I worked three months last year. I say, boys, how do +you like it?" + +"I shouldn't like to live here very long," said Harry. + +"I like shipboard better," said Jack. + +"I agree with you, boys," said Obed, "but it'll suit me well enough if I +can find enough gold here. When I've made my pile, Australy won't hold +me long. I shall make tracks for America. We have no bushrangers +there." + +"But you have Indians," retorted the police captain, who did not quite +relish the strictures upon the colony of which he was an official. "I +would rather be captured by a bushranger than scalped by an Indian." + +"I agree with you, captain, but the Indians won't scalp you unless you +go where they are. I never saw one till I was past twenty-one." + +"Indeed!" said the captain in evident surprise. "I thought they were all +over the country. Why, one of your countrymen told me they would +sometimes surprise families within ten miles of your great city of New +York, and scalp them all. He said he was brought up--raised, he called +it--twenty miles away, and was obliged to barricade the doors and +windows every night, and keep a supply of loaded muskets by the side of +his bed, to resist the Indians in case they made a night attack." + +Obed laughed till the tears came to his eyes, and the two boys also +looked amused. + +"Did you believe all this, captain?" he asked. + +"Why not?" asked the captain, looking offended. "My informant was a +countryman of yours." + +"He was stuffing you, captain." + +"_Stuffing_ me! I don't understand," said the captain, puzzled. + +"He saw that you knew very little of America, and he practised a little +on your credulity--isn't that the word?" + +"How do I know but you are doing the same now? Probably you want to give +me a favorable idea of your country." + +"I only want you to judge it correctly, captain. Why, there aint no more +danger of being scalped in New York than in London." + +"I presume not, _in_ New York, but I am speaking of the neighborhood of +New York." + +"So am I. I'll tell you what, captain, if you can find me a case of a +man that's been scalped within five hundred miles of New York within the +last fifty years, I'll give you my share of the reward. Of course if +it's in Canada, it don't count." + +"I can't accept any such wager. I have no means of proving it, even if +it is so." + +"That's true, squire; but I'll give you an idea. Harry, how many Indians +have you ever seen in your life?" + +"About half a dozen," answered Harry, after a pause for reflection. + +"And you, Jack?" + +"I never saw one that I can remember." + +"And yet you were both born in the States. You see, captain, Indians are +not so abundant in our country as you supposed. Jack has never seen an +Indian, but he has seen a bushranger; eh, Jack?" + +"I have seen more than I wanted to," answered Jack, smiling. + +By this time they had descended the hill, and were on the borders of the +mining settlement. They had now attracted the attention of the miners, +and when the prisoner was recognized there went up an angry shout, and a +band of swarthy, bearded men advanced menacingly to meet them. + +"Give him to us!" they cried. "Give up the murderer! We will make short +work of him!" + + + + +CHAPTER XXI. + +BUYING A CLAIM. + +The face of the prisoner, as he met the angry glances of the miners, +betrayed extreme fear. In spite of his terrible crime, Harry could not +help pitying him when he saw the gray pallor that overspread his +countenance. + +The captain of the police was a brave and determined man, and though his +little force was outnumbered five to one he showed no signs of +yielding. + +"What is it you want, men?" he demanded sternly. + +"We want that man--the murderer," was the unanimous cry. + +"What would you do with him?" + +"String him up to the nearest tree," replied a brawny miner. + +"There is no occasion for you to punish him--he is in the hands of the +law," replied the captain. + +"He may escape. We want to make sure of him." + +"I will answer for it that he does not escape. You know me, and you can +accept my assurance. Is that satisfactory?" + +There was a sullen murmur among the miners. It was evident that they +were not wholly satisfied. + +The captain of police watched them keenly and saw that there was danger +of an attack. + +He drew a pistol, and holding it firmly in his hand, said: "The first +man that interferes with me in the discharge of my duty, dies. I give +you fair warning." + +A determined man generally carries his point, even against odds. Had the +captain showed the slightest sign of wavering, the mob would have been +upon him. But they saw that he was in earnest, and meant what he said. + +"How long is he to live?" asked the brawny miner already referred to, +after a slight pause. + +"I shall take him before the magistrate at once, and you know he is not +likely to defer punishment." + +The police magistrate who dispensed justice, and frequently injustice, +at Bendigo, was noted for his severity, and this assurance seemed to +satisfy the miners. They followed the cavalcade, however, to make sure +that the captain kept his word. It may be stated here that, at this +early period in the history of the colony, the judicial forms which +prevail in other countries were for the most part dispensed with, and +punishment was swift and certain, especially where life or property had +been attacked. + +Harry and Jack followed the crowd to a wooden structure more pretentious +than most of the buildings roundabout. The magistrate--whom I will call +Judge Wood--was at hand. He was a short, stout man, of severe aspect, +and had a harsh voice. + +"Whom have we here?" he asked quickly. + +The captain of police answered the question, relating also where and +under what circumstances the capture was made. + +"What have you to say for yourself, my man?" he asked, turning to the +prisoner. + +"I am innocent," was the reply in trembling accents. + +"Of course. You all are. I never had a man brought before me who was not +innocent," said the magistrate with a sneer. "Have you any +accomplices?" + +"Your honor, I am innocent, as I have already told you." + +"Answer my question!" said the magistrate sternly. + +"No, your honor." + +"Ha! You alone are guilty then. Captain, are there any witnesses? though +it is hardly necessary. The man's face shows his guilt." + +It will easily be seen how much hope the prisoner had of getting off +with such a judge presiding at the trial. Luckily for the cause of +justice the man was undoubtedly guilty, and so the judicial proceedings, +hurried and one-sided as they were, did not entail any injustice. In +half an hour the trial was completed, a conviction was obtained, and the +unhappy wretch was sentenced to execution on the following morning. +Meanwhile he was to be confined in a structure set apart as a prison. + +"Well, are you satisfied?" asked the captain, as he passed the +ringleader of the miners. + +"I don't see the use of waiting till morning," grumbled the miner. "The +job might as well have been finished up at once." + +"You can rest satisfied. The man hasn't long to live." + +This proved to be the case. During the night Harry and Jack, who were +accommodated with beds in a hut near the prison, heard a noise and a +sound of men's voices, but they were too fatigued and worn-out to be +thoroughly roused. In the morning, when they left the hut, they needed +no explanation. From a lofty branch of a gum-tree a hundred yards to the +west dangled the body of the unfortunate criminal, a terrible spectacle, +contrasting painfully with the bright and cheerful morning. They learned +afterward that the prison had been guarded by a volunteer company of +miners, who detected, or feigned to detect, the prisoner in an attempt +to escape,--probably the latter,--and forcing an entrance, laid violent +hands upon him, and saved the law officers the trouble of executing +him. + +The captain of police didn't learn what had happened till morning. As it +chanced, Obed Stackpole was with him when he received the information. + +He took it very coolly. + +"What are you goin' to do about it, captain?" asked Obed. + +"Nothing." + +"Do you allow such doin's here?" + +"It doesn't matter much. The man was to have been executed this morning +at any rate. He only lost a few hours. It has saved us some trouble." + +"Suppose he was an innocent man?" + +"But he wasn't, you know. And now, Mr. Stackpole, if you will come with +me, I will see about your getting your share of the reward." + +"Thank you, captain. I won't deny that it'll be particularly convenient, +seein' I'm reduced to my last cent." + +The police captain exerted himself in a very friendly manner, and owing +to the absence of red tape which in an older settlement might have +occasioned delay, that same day our Yankee friend was made happy by +receiving the sum of fifty pounds. + +He called the boys to him, and dividing the money, as well as he could, +into three equal parts, he offered one each to Harry and Jack. + +"Now we start alike," he said. "There's nearly seventeen pounds apiece. +It seems a good deal, but it won't last long here. We must find +something to do before long." + +"That's just what I want," said Harry, "I came out here to work, and +make money, not to loaf about." + +"That's the way with me," said Jack, but his tone was not so hopeful or +cheerful as Harry's. + +"Confess now, Jack," said Harry, "you would rather be on board ship than +here at the diggings." + +"I would," said Jack; "wouldn't you?" + +"Not yet. There is no money to be made on board ship." + +"When you've made your pile, my lad," said Obed, "you can go back to +Melbourne, and easily get a berth on board some merchant ship bound to +Liverpool or New York. There is a great demand for sailors at that +port." + +This made Jack more cheerful. He was willing to stay a while, he said, +and help Harry and Mr. Stackpole, but in the end he must return to his +old life. + +Mr. Stackpole and the boys took a long walk, and reconnoitred the +diggings on both sides of Bendigo creek. Toward the middle of the +afternoon they came upon a thin, melancholy looking young man, who was +sitting in a despondent attitude with his arms folded. + +"Are you sick, my friend?" asked Obed. + +"I am very ill," was the answer. "I don't think I shall ever be any +better." + +Further questioning elicited the information that he had taken a severe +cold from exposure two months before, in consequence of which his lungs +were seriously affected. + +"Why do you stay here, then?" asked Obed. + +"I shall go back to Melbourne as soon as I have sold my claim." + +"What do you want for it?" + +"It is worth fifty pounds. I will take twenty-five." + +Obed after careful inquiry judged that it was a bargain. He proposed to +the two boys to join him in the purchase of the claim. They felt that +they could safely follow his judgment, and struck a bargain. So before +twenty-four hours had passed, the three friends were joint proprietors +of a claim, and had about eight pounds apiece to meet expenses till it +began to yield a return. + + + + +CHAPTER XXII. + +STRIKING LUCK. + +"Now, boys," said Obed, "we have some hard work before us. Mining isn't +like standing behind a counter, or measuring off calico. It takes +considerable more muscle." + +"I am used to hard work," said Jack, "but you'll have to show me how." + +"I'll keep up with Jack," said Harry manfully. "You won't have to charge +either of us with laziness." + +"I believe you, boys. There isn't a lazy bone in either of you. As I +have experience, I'll boss the job, and all you'll have to do will be to +obey orders." + +"All right, captain!" said Jack, touching his cap, with a smile. + +This, then, was the understanding between the three, and it was +faithfully adhered to. The two boys, sensible of their ignorance, were +very ready to obey Obed, and he found them willing workers. They +installed themselves in a cabin which had been occupied by the man they +bought out. He gave them the use of it, having no further occasion for +it himself, and they began to keep house as one family. They lived +roughly enough, and yet, so high were all articles of food, on account +of the trouble and expense of transportation from Melbourne, that it +cost them as much as would have paid for living at a respectable hotel +in the States. + +All three entered upon their labors with high hopes. The first day and +the second day yielded no results, but, as Obed reminded them, a miner +needs to be patient. But when one week--two weeks--passed, and the +amount of gold found amounted to less than ten dollars, all three began +to look sober. + +"This is beginning to look serious, boys," said Obed thoughtfully, as +they set about their work on the first day of the third week. "Our claim +aint pannin' out very rich." + +"My store of money is panning out very fast," said Harry, with a faint +smile. + +"I've got less than two pounds left," said Jack. "What are we going to +do when it's all gone?" + +"I don't know," said Obed, "unless we catch another murderer." + +The boys smiled, but not hilariously. They felt, as Obed expressed it, +that matters were indeed becoming serious. To run short of money nearly +ten thousand miles from home was no light thing. + +"We might sell the claim," suggested Harry. + +Obed shook his head. + +"I don't think we could," he replied. "Everybody would understand our +reason for selling--that we despaired of finding any gold--and instead +of getting twenty-five pounds, I doubt if you could get twenty-five +shillings for it. You know about how long twenty-five shillings would +last us." + +"I suppose there is nothing to do but to keep on," said Harry. + +Obed nodded. "You've said it," he returned. "Let us keep up good heart, +my boys. Don't borrow trouble. When things come to the worst, we'll +decide what to do then." + +By way of setting the example of cheerfulness, Obed began to whistle +"Yankee Doodle," and the boys joined in. It was not altogether a +successful effort, but it made them feel a little more cheerful. At all +events it attracted a listener--a tall, shabby-looking tramp, who had +been wandering about for a day or two, visiting one claim after another, +trying to raise a loan. + +"I say, you're uncommon jolly, you chaps," he began, as he stood in a +lounging attitude watching the little party at their work. + +"If we are it's a credit to us," returned Obed dryly, "for there isn't +much to be jolly about." + +"Isn't your claim a good one?" + +"That's what we're trying to find out. Where's yours, stranger?" + +The tramp returned an evasive answer and shambled off. + +"Do you think he's got a claim, Obed?" asked Jack. + +"No; but he's prowling around to see what he can pick up." + +"Do you think he's a thief?" + +"I think he's willing to be. He heard us whistling, and thought we'd +found something." + +"We are safe from robbery for the present." said Harry. + +"Yes, there's that advantage about being poor. It reminds me of old Jack +Pierce in our village." + +"What about him?" asked Harry. + +"He read in the paper one day that a certain bank had burst. So he went +home in a hurry to see if he had any bills on that bank. He found that +he had no bills on that bank or any other--and then he felt better." + +Harry laughed. + +"It was a poor consolation, I think," he said. "I remember hearing a +sermon from our minister at home in which he said that riches were a +great responsibility, but I don't think I should mind taking the +responsibility." + +"That's my idee, Harry. I am afraid there isn't much chance of our +having that responsibility, but there's one thing we can do if we don't +make the claim pay." + +"What's that, Obed?" + +"We can join the bushrangers." + +"Will you set us the example?" asked Harry, smiling. + +"I'm not quite desperate enough yet. We'll try the claim a little +longer. But I'm gettin' tuckered out. We'll go and get some dinner and +then start diggin' again." + +They repaired to their cabin, and solaced themselves with food. Then +they threw themselves down in the shadow of the cabin to rest, and Obed +pulled out his pipe. This was a solace which the boys didn't enjoy. They +were sensible enough to know, that, whatever may be said of men, boys +only receive injury from the use of tobacco. In the resolution to +abstain, they were upheld and encouraged by Obed, who, veteran smoker as +he was, did not approve of smoking. + +"You're better off without it, boys," he said. "It won't do you no good. +I wish I could leave it off." + +"Why don't you?" asked Harry. + +"Easier said than done, my boy. Let me see, I was only turned of +thirteen when I used to slink off to the barn and smoke, for I knew +father wouldn't let me if he knew it. It made me sick at first, but I +thought it was makin' a man of me, and I kept on. Well, the habit's on +me now, and it's hard to break. It don't hurt a man as much as a boy, +but it don't do him any good, either. Jack, did you ever smoke?" + +"No, Obed; but one of the sailors gave me a piece of tobacco to chew +once. I didn't like it and spit it out." + +"The best thing you could do. I wish all boys were as sensible." + +In their hours of rest the three often chatted of home. Their +conversation was generally of one tenor. They liked to fancy themselves +returning with plenty of money, and planned how they would act under +such pleasant circumstances. Instead of the barren hills among which +they were encamped, familiar scenes and faces rose before them, and the +picture was so attractive that it was hard to come back to the cheerless +reality. + +"Well, boys," said Obed, at the end of an hour, "we may as well go to +work again. The gold's waitin' for us." + +It was an old joke, and scarcely elicited a smile now. In fact, the boys +felt that they had waited a long time for the gold. It was not, +therefore, with a very hopeful feeling that they obeyed the summons and +returned to the claim. Though of a sanguine disposition, they began to +doubt seriously whether their efforts would ever be rewarded. They had +pretty much lost the stimulus of hope. + +About four o'clock, when Jack was at work with the pick, something +curious happened. Instead of sinking into the earth it glanced off, as +from something hard. + +"What is it, Jack?" asked Obed quickly. + +"I must have struck a rock, Obed." + +"Here, give me the pick," said Obed eagerly. + +He struck, and lo! a yellow streak became plainly visible. + +"Boys," said he in an agitated voice, "I believe our luck has come." + +"What do you mean, Obed?" + +"I believe we've found a nugget;" and to the boys' intense surprise he +immediately began to cover it up with dirt. + +"What's that for?" asked Harry. + +"Hush! we mustn't take it out now. Somebody might be looking. We'll wait +till it's darker." + +Just then the tramp before mentioned strolled up. + +"What luck, friends?" he asked. + +"Same as usual," answered Obed, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't you want +to buy the claim?" + +"Not I," and the tramp, quite deceived by his manner, kept on his +round. + + + + +CHAPTER XXIII. + +RAISING THE NUGGET. + +"It's lucky we covered up the gold," said Obed, in a low voice. "That's +the last man I wanted to discover our good luck." + +"Shan't we keep on working?" asked Harry, in excitement. + +"I will just probe a little to form some idea of the size of the +nugget," answered Obed. + +"Then you think it is a nugget?" asked Jack eagerly. + +"Yes, I think our luck has come at last, boys. I think we will be able +to pull up stakes and go back to America. But about keeping on now, we +shall need to be cautious. Someone might come by, and see what we are +about." + +Then Harry made a suggestion. + +"Let Jack go up to the top, and if anyone comes he can whistle. That +will put us on our guard." + +"A good idea!" said Obed. + +So Jack threw himself on the ground in a listless posture, and the other +two continued their explorations. They dug all about the boulder, which +proved to be about a foot in diameter. It was embedded in clay, from +which it was separated with some difficulty. It was encased in quartz, +but the interior was bright, glittering gold. + +"It's a regular beauty," said Obed in a low tone, his eyes glittering +with excitement. "It isn't once in a dog's age that so big a nugget is +discovered." + +"How much do you call it worth, Obed?" asked Harry in the same low +tone. + +"That's hard tellin', Harry; but it's worth ten thousand dollars +easy." + +"Thank God!" ejaculated Harry fervently. "That will release us from our +imprisonment, and enable us to go back to America." + +"You are right, Harry, but the hardest job lies before us." + +"What's that?" + +"To get it out without observation, and keep it secure from thieves." + +"We'll do our best. Only you give the orders, Obed." + +"Then, first and foremost, we'll cover it up again, and go up till +evening, when we will secure it, and carry it to our cabin." + +So said, so done. They joined Jack at the limit of the excavation. + +"Is it all right?" asked the young sailor eagerly. + +"Yes," answered Harry. + +"Is it really a big one?" + +"Yes; we can all go back to America, Jack." + +"And I can once more be a sailor?" + +"Yes, if you like it." + +Jack was told of their plan of removing the nugget by night, and saw at +once that it was a wise one. + +"Shall we go to the cabin now?" he asked. + +"No, Jack; it won't do to leave our treasure unguarded. We will lounge +here and make sure that no one robs us of our discovery." + +[Illustration: Finding the Nugget.] + +So they sat down, and Obed lighted his pipe once more. + +A neighbor strolled up and sat down beside them. + +"You are leaving off work early," he said. + +"Yes," answered Obed with a yawn, "we might as well take it easy. It's +hard work--this mining." + +"What luck?" + +"Our luck is to come," said our Yankee friend. "How is it with you?" + +"I have got out seventy-five dollars this week," answered the other +complacently. + +"Whew! that's good! What do you say to swapping claims?" + +"Oh, no," answered the neighbor, wagging his head jocosely. "I'm not so +green. The fact is, Mr. Stackpole, I don't want to discourage you, but I +don't believe you'll ever see the money you put into this hole. Come +now, what did you pay?" + +"Five and twenty pounds." + +"If you can get five pounds for it, my advice is, sell." + +"I don't know but you're right," said Stackpole in a rueful tone. "Will +you give me five pounds for it?" + +"Ho, ho! I might give you five shillings, though it would be a risk." + +"Then I don't think we'll sell, eh, Harry?" + +"We had better give it away than take that sum," said Harry, carefully +veiling his inward exultation. + +They went to their cabin at the usual time and indulged themselves in a +better supper than usual, feeling that they could afford to do so. It is +wonderful how success stimulates the appetite. + +"I don't know when I have been so hungry, Obed," said Harry. + +"I feel the same way," chimed in Jack. + +"A light heart increases the appetite, boys, but sometimes I've felt +wolfish when my heart was heavy. Fifteen months ago I was in Californy, +and down on my luck. Things had been goin' contrary, and I hadn't money +enough to buy a square meal. I didn't like to tell my friends, bein' a +bit proud. One day when I was feelin' so hungry that I wouldn't have +turned up my nose at a Chinaman's diet--rat pie--an old acquaintance met +me and asked me to dine with him. Did I accept? Well, I should smile. I +did smile all over my face, as I sat down to the table. You'd better +calculate that I made my knife and fork fly. Finally my friend remarked, +looking kind of queer, 'You've got a healthy appetite, Stackpole.' I +answered, 'It sort of runs in our family to eat whenever we get a +chance.' 'Good joke!' said he, laughing. But it was no joke when he came +to pay the bill, I tell you." + +"I'll remember that, Obed," said Harry, smiling, "and when I invite you +to dinner, I'll first inquire whether you've had anything to eat for a +week back." + +"I generally eat for a weak stomach," returned Obed, venturing on a +little joke at which the boys felt bound to laugh. + +As they sat at the door of their cabin, they kept a good lookout in the +direction of their claim. They could not afford, now that success was in +their grasp, to have it snatched away. But they discovered no suspicious +movements on the part of anyone. In fact, no one suspected that they had +"struck it rich." So poor was the general opinion of their claim, that +they would have found it hard to obtain a purchaser at any price. Had +there been the least suspicion, the camp would have been greatly +excited. + +As a rule, the miners retired early. They became fatigued during the +day, and sleep was welcome. There was, indeed, a gambling saloon at some +distance, frequented by the more reckless, but generally good hours were +observed in the camp. + +About half past eleven, Obed nudged Harry and Jack, who had fallen +asleep. + +"What is it?" asked Harry, in a drowsy tone. + +"Hush!" whispered Obed. "Don't make any more noise than you can help. I +think it will be safe to go and secure the nugget now." + +This was enough. Harry was wide awake in an instant, and he in turn +roused Jack. + +There was no elaborate toilet to make, for they had thrown themselves +down in their day attire. They left the cabin, and by the faint light of +the moon, which was just ready to retire for the night, they found their +way to the claim without being observed. + +Fifteen minutes' work, and the task was accomplished. The nugget was +raised, and wrapped in a red bandanna handkerchief, which Obed had +brought all the way from his New England home. + +"It must weigh seventy-five pounds," whispered Obed exultantly. "Boys, +we're in tall luck. It was worth coming out to Australy for. We'll keep +it in the cabin over night, and to-morrow we'll put it where it will be +safe." + +They gained the cabin without having been seen so far as they knew. Of +the hundreds of men sleeping within a furlong's distance, not one +dreamed of a discovery which was to draw the attention of the whole +colony to Bendigo. But they had not wholly escaped observation. One pair +of eyes had detected them in their midnight walk. + + + + +CHAPTER XXIV. + +THE NUGGET IN DANGER. + +The tramp, who has already been introduced to the reader, had spent the +evening at the gambling house, having come into possession, during the +day, of a small sum of money, given him by a compassionate miner. He had +risked it, and for a time been successful, so that at the end of an hour +he might have left off with twenty pounds. But the fatal fascination of +the game drew him on till all his winnings melted away, and he left the +cabin at midnight without a penny in his pocket, so far as he knew. +There was, however, a shilling which he had overlooked, and did not +discover till he was already some distance away. He was tempted to +return, and probably would have done so, had not his roving eyes +discovered Obed and the two boys returning from their claim with the +nugget. + +"What are they up to," he asked himself in amazement, "that keeps them +out of bed till after midnight? There's something up. I wonder what it +is." + +He had reason to be surprised. With the exception of those who, like +himself, spent the night in gambling (when he was in funds), no one in +the camp was awake or stirring. And of all, none kept more regular hours +than Obed and the two boys. + +Casting about for some explanation, the tramp's attention was drawn to +the burden that Obed carried. + +"What can it be?" he asked himself wonderingly. Then, with a flash of +conviction, he said to himself: "A nugget! They've found a nugget as +sure as I'm a sinner!" + +The tramp was intensely excited. His covetous soul was stirred to its +depths. The opportunity he had been waiting for so long had come at +length. It meant fortune for him. Qualms of conscience about +appropriating the property of another troubled him not at all. He meant +to have the nugget, by fair means or foul. + +The would-be thief understood well, however, that there would be +difficulties in the way of accomplishing his design. Obed and the two +boys were broad awake, and half an hour--perhaps an hour, must elapse +before he could feel sure that they would be asleep. In the meantime it +would be best to keep away from the cabin, lest someone inside might see +him lurking near, and suspect his purpose. + +While he is keeping watch from a distance, let us enter the cabin. + +Obed and the boys are sitting on their rude pallets, congratulating +themselves on having secured the nugget, and removed it from the mine +unobserved. Harry had made a remark to that effect, when Obed Stackpole +responded, "Do you know, boys, I feel sort of uneasy to-night." + +"Why?" asked Jack. + +"I'm afraid someone might have seen us on our way from the mine." + +"I couldn't see anybody," Harry remarked. + +"Nor I, but there may have been someone, nevertheless. The fact is, I +never expected to be uneasy on account of my wealth, but that's the way +the case stands just at present. When we were poor I slept like a top." + +"I suppose you wouldn't care to get rid of your care by throwing the +nugget away," Harry said with a smile. + +"I'm not so uneasy as that yet, but I should feel a little safer if we +and the nugget could be transported to Melbourne in five minutes." + +"Suppose someone did see us?" queried Jack. + +"Then we may expect a visit some time tonight." + +"One of us might remain awake, Obed." + +"That would be rather hard on us, for we are all tired. I don't believe +I could stay awake all night if I tried." + +"Is there any way of concealing the nugget?" + +"I don't know. If we had a cellar that would be a good place, but----" + +"Stop, I have an idea!" cried Harry eagerly. + +"Well, Harry, out with it." + +"We can put the nugget in the trunk." + +There was an old trunk, covered with hair, which had been left by the +last occupant of the cabin. The lock was broken, and it was not of much +use or value, but the boys occasionally used it as a seat. + +"What security would that be?" said Obed. "It is easy enough to open the +trunk." + +"I know it, but I have another idea. Wrap up that stone in the +handkerchief in place of the nugget. The thief--if one should +come--would see it, and make off with it without stopping to examine its +contents." + +Obed smiled grimly. + +"That's a good idea," he said. "I believe you're right, boy. It's dark, +and the thief couldn't tell the difference till he came to examine it." + +Stones and fragments of rock are rare in that part of Australia, and I +am not prepared to explain how this particular rock found its way into +the mining village. The boys had found it, however, and thinking it +might be of some use had carried it to the cabin. Never, however, in +their wildest imaginings had it entered into their minds to conceive the +use to which they were now putting it. + +No sooner said than done. The nugget was taken from the enfolding +bandanna, and dropped into the trunk, which Obed placed at the head of +his pallet. + +"I wish there was a lock and key," he said. "I should somehow feel +safer." + +"It's no use wishing," said Harry. "We've got to take things as we find +them." + +"That's true philosophy, boy. Now get the rock, and tie it up." + +Harry did so. + +"Where shall I put it?" he asked. + +"Anywhere where it can be seen easily. We won't trouble the thief to +look round much. We'll make everything easy for him." + +When the transfer was effected, the boys laughed with glee. + +"Do you know, Obed," said Harry. "I shall be rather disappointed now if +the thief doesn't come." + +"I can get along without him," said Obed dryly. + +"But it'll be such a good joke, Obed." + +"I don't care so much about jokes as I did when I was your age, Harry. I +used to be a great feller for jokes when I was along in my teens. Did I +ever tell you the joke I played on the schoolmaster? + +"Well, I was attendin' the district school the winter I was sixteen, and +I expect I was rather troublesome, though there wasn't anything +downright bad about me. But I remember one day when I stuck a bent pin +in the chair the master usually sot in, and I shan't forget till my +dyin' day how quick he riz up when he sot down on it." + +Obed chuckled at the recollection, and so did the boys. Their sympathies +ought to have been with the schoolmaster, but I am sorry to say that did +not prevent their enjoying the joke. + +"Were you found out?" asked Jack. + +"Not exactly, but I think the master always suspected me. At any rate he +was always cuffin' me and pullin' my hair. I didn't mind the fust so +much as the last. So one day I got my mother to cut my hair close to my +head. When I went to school the master gave me a queer look. He knew +what made me have my hair cut. The next time I got into mischief he +called me up, and instead of pullin' my hair he pulled my ears till I +hollered. 'Now go home and get your ears cut off,' he said, but I +didn't." + +"It seems to me the joke was on you that time, Obed." + +"I've surmised as much myself," said Obed, laughing quietly. "But I'm +tired, boys, and I believe I shall have to go off to sleep, nugget or no +nugget." + +"All right! Good-night, Obed." + +"Good-night, boys." + + + + +CHAPTER XXV. + +THE MIDNIGHT ROBBERY. + +The thief had little difficulty in entering the cabin. No one in the +mining settlement thought of locking the outer door or closing the +windows. In many cases the doors were left ajar; in some cases there +were none. It was not necessary, therefore, to become a housebreaker. +Entrance then was the least difficulty. + +The tramp, however, was not quite easy in his mind. He didn't care for +the two boys, but he glanced with apprehension at the reclining figure +of the tall gaunt Yankee, who was thin but wiry, and possessed of more +than ordinary physical strength. + +"If he should tackle me," thought the midnight visitor with a shudder, +"it would be all up with me. He could shake the life out of me." + +But the stake was a valuable one--it would in all probability make him +comfortable for life, if judiciously husbanded--and Obed's slumber +seemed so profound that there appeared to be no risk. Nevertheless the +tramp trembled, and his heart was in his mouth as he stealthily got in +through the open window, and moved toward the nugget, or what he +supposed to be such. He had one eye on Obed as he reached for the +bundle. It was with difficulty that he could lift it, so heavy was it, +but this only encouraged him, and made his eyes sparkle covetously. The +heavier it was, the more valuable it must be. Were it twice as heavy, he +would be willing to carry it ten miles, enduring cheerfully all the +fatigue it might entail. No thought of the rightful owners or of their +disappointment disturbed him. That greed of gain which hardens the heart +and banishes all scruples, held firm dominion over him. + +He lifted the bundle, and as noiselessly as he entered he made his +egress through the window. + +He thought he was unobserved, but he was mistaken. + +Harry Vane was usually a heavy sleeper. He had slept through many a +thunder-storm at home, and under ordinary circumstances he would have +slept through this entire night. But the thought of the nugget, even in +his sleeping hours, weighed upon him and entered into his dreams. +Singularly, he was dreaming at this very moment that it was being +stolen, and in the intensity of his excitement all at once he became +broad awake, just as the thief was disappearing through the window. With +a startled look he glanced toward the place where the false nugget had +been placed. + +It was gone! + +Evidently the thief had been taken in, and the thought amused him so +much that he almost unconsciously laughed aloud. The sound fell on the +ears of the receding thief, and filled his heart with apprehension, +though he fancied it was a sound emitted in sleep. Still, it might +precede awakening. + +Once out of the window he did not stand upon the order of his going, but +fled with a speed remarkable considering the weight of the bundle he +carried. + +Harry rose from his bed, and though he felt sure the thief had been +deceived, he still, in order to make sure, opened the trunk and felt for +the lump of gold. With a thrill of joy he found it still there. Then he +could give way to his sense of amusement, and laughed long and loud. He +did not, however, arouse Jack and Obed, who, like himself, were sound +sleepers. He didn't like, however, to have all the amusement to himself, +so he shook the Yankee till he awoke. + +"What's the matter?" asked Obed, in a drowsy tone. + +"We've been robbed," answered Harry. + +"What!" exclaimed Mr. Stackpole in dismay, bounding from his pallet, now +thoroughly awake. "What is that you say?" + +"The nugget is gone!" said Harry. + +"Confusion!" ejaculated Obed. "When? Who took it?" + +"Don't be alarmed, Obed," said Harry quietly. "It's only the bogus +nugget. The real one is safe where we hid it." + +"Tell me all about it, Harry. What skunk has been in here?" + +"You know the man that was spying about our claim--the tramp." + +"Did you see him?" + +"Not till he was just getting out of the window." + +Harry recounted briefly his sudden awakening, and the sight that greeted +him as he opened his eyes. + +"I wish I'd been awake. I'd have boosted him out of that window," said +Obed grimly. + +"I have no doubt you would, Obed," said Harry, laughing, "but I think we +needn't feel much of a grudge against the poor fellow. When he comes to +examine his booty by daylight, it's my impression he'll feel sick +enough." + +Obed laughed too. "I'd like to be looking on when he makes the +discovery," he said. "He'll look green enough, I guess." + +"How could the fellow have found out that we had found it?" said Harry, +with a puzzled expression. + +"He must have been out late and seen us coming from the mine." + +"It is lucky we thought of hiding it, and leaving the rock in its place, +Obed." + +"That's so. The rock came in handy for once." + +"Do you think there is any danger of another visit to-night?" + +"No; he probably won't discover how he has been tricked till morning." + +"And even if he does he may suppose that this rock is what we brought +with us." + +"Possibly. Still, Harry, I think we'd better keep awake and watch +to-night. It will only be for one night, as to-morrow we can make +arrangements to send the nugget by express to Melbourne." + +"I thought we should be carrying it there ourselves." + +"No, it would not be safe. To-morrow everybody will know that we have +found a nugget, and if we attempted to carry it ourselves we should not +get ten miles away without being attacked, and perhaps killed." + +"Then we can send it by express?" queried Harry. + +"Yes, I have inquired into this--not that I thought we would be lucky +enough to need the information. The government escorts charge one per +cent., and besides the Crown exacts a royalty of ten per cent." + +"That's pretty steep, isn't it, Obed?" + +"I will cheerfully bear my part of it," said Obed. "I remember there was +an old fellow in our place who owned considerable property--at any rate +he was taxed for fifteen thousand dollars. Whenever taxes became due he +was always groanin' and predictin' that he'd end his days in the +poorhouse. My father, who was only taxed for fifteen hundred, said to +him one day, 'Mr. Higgins, if you'll give me half of your property, I'll +agree to pay taxes on the whole, so that you'll have nothing to pay.'" + +"Did he accept?" asked Harry, with a smile. + +"Not much, but he stopped growlin'. It may have given him a new idea of +the matter." + +"How soon do you think of getting away, Obed?" + +"As soon as we have sold the claim," answered the Yankee. "When it gets +reported round the camp what we've found there'll be plenty that'll want +to buy it on speculation, you may be sure of that." + +"I didn't think of that," said Harry, his eyes brightening. "We're +luckier than I thought." + +"Yes," answered Obed jocularly, "we're men of property now. I'm afraid +we'll have to pay taxes ourselves when we get home." + + + + +CHAPTER XXVI. + +A THIEF'S EMBARRASSMENT. + +When the thief left Obed Stackpole's cabin with his booty his heart was +filled with exultation. He had been drifting about for years, the +football of fortune, oftener down than up, and had more than once known +what it was to pass an entire day without food. And all this because he +had never been willing to settle down to steady work or honest industry. +He had set out in life with a dislike for each, and a decided preference +for living by his wits. Theft was no new thing for him. Once he had +barely escaped with his life in one of the Western States of America for +stealing a horse. He had drifted to Australia, with no idea of working +at the mines or anywhere else, but with the intention of robbing some +lucky miner and making off with the proceeds of his industry. + +Well, he had succeeded, and his heart was light. + +"No more hard work for me," he said to himself joyfully, "no more +privation and suffering. Now I can live like a gentleman." + +It never seemed to occur to him that a thief could by no possibility +live like a gentleman. To be a gentleman, in his opinion, meant having a +pocketful of money. + +He would like to have examined the nugget, but there was no time, nor +was there light enough to form an opinion of it. Besides, Obed and the +two boys might at any moment discover their loss, and then there would +be pursuers on his track. He could not hide it, for it was too large, +and anyone seeing what he carried would suspect its nature and +character. + +The responsibility of property was upon him now. It was an unaccustomed +sensation. This thief began now to dread an encounter with other +thieves. There were other men, as well as himself, who had little +respect for the rights of property, and this he well knew. + +"Where shall I go?" he asked himself in perplexity. + +It would not do to stay in the neighborhood of the mining camp. By dawn, +or as soon as tidings of the robbery should spread, there would be an +organized pursuit. In any mining settlement a thief fares hard. In the +absence of any established code of laws, the relentless laws of Judge +Lynch are executed with merciless severity. Beads of perspiration began +to form on the brow of the thief as he realized the terrible danger he +had incurred. What good would it do him after all to get away with the +nugget if it should cost him his life, and that was a contingency, as +his experience assured him, by no means improbable. + +"If I were only in Melbourne," he said to himself, "I would lose no time +in disposing of the nugget, and then would take the first ship for +England--or anywhere else. Any place would be better than Australia, for +that will soon be too hot to hold me." + +It was one thing to wish, and another to realize the wish. He was still +in the immediate vicinity of the mining camp, and there were almost +insuperable difficulties in the way of getting far from it with his +treasure safe. + +The thief kept on his way, however, and after a while reached a piece of +woods. + +"This will be a good place to hide," he bethought himself. "I may be +able to conceal the nugget somewhere." + +His first feeling of exultation had given place to one of deep anxiety +and perplexity. After, he was not as happy as he anticipated. Only +yesterday he had been poor--almost destitute--but at any rate free from +anxiety and alarm. Now he was rich, or thought he was, and his heart was +filled with nervous apprehension. + +He wandered about for two or three hours, weary and feeling great need +of sleep, but afraid to yield to the impulse. Suppose he should lose +consciousness, and sleep till morning: the first man who found him +asleep would rob him of the precious nugget, and then he would be back +again where he had been the day before, and for years back. The dream of +his life had been fulfilled, and he was in no position to enjoy it. +Oftentimes God grants our wishes only to show us how little they add to +our happiness. + +It was no light burden--this heavy nugget which he was forced to carry +with him, and, drowsy as he was, more than once he stumbled with it and +came near falling. But at last he saw before him a cabin--deserted, +apparently--and his heart was filled with joy. It would afford him a +place to obtain needed repose, and there would be some means of hiding +his rich treasure. + +He peered timidly into the cabin and found it empty. On the floor in the +corner was a pallet. He put the nugget under the upper part, thus +raising it and supplying the place of a pillow. It was hard enough, as +the reader will imagine, but it was better than nothing; and appeared to +combine safety with a chance to rest. + +The thief fell asleep, and slept soundly. When he awoke it was bright, +and the morning was evidently well advanced. In an instant consciousness +came, and with anxious thought he felt for the nugget. It was still +there, as he realized joyfully. He was on the point of examining it, +when a step was heard. He looked up startled, and saw a man entering the +cabin. This man was such another as himself--an adventurer--and the +tramp remembered to have seen him about the camp. He was an ill-favored +man, poorly dressed, and might have passed for a brother of the first +comer so far as his moral qualities and general appearance were +concerned. + +"Halloa!" the new arrival said, gazing with a little surprise at the +prostrate man. + +"Halloa," returned the other, surveying the new arrival with +apprehension. + +"Is this your crib?" + +"No, I'm only passing the night here." + +"Haven't I seen you at the mines?" + +"Yes, I have been there." + +"And now you are leaving, are you?" + +"I don't know exactly. I haven't made up my mind." + +"Well I am. I'm out of luck." + +"So am I." + +"There's nothing to be done at the mines." + +"Just my idea!" + +"Humph! what do you think of doing?" + +"I don't know. I want to get away for one thing." + +"So do I. Suppose we keep company, friend. Two are more social than one, +eh?" + +This proposal gave the first man anxious thought. If he had a companion, +he could not hide for any length of time the fact that he was in +possession of the nugget. Yet he did not know how to refuse without +exciting suspicion. The new arrival noticed it, and it stirred up anger +in him. + +"Perhaps I aint good enough for you?" he said, frowning. + +"No, no, it isn't that," said the first eagerly. + +"Don't you want me to go with you?" demanded the new arrival bluntly. +"Yes or no." + +"Have you got any money?" asked the thief, "because I haven't." + +"No more have I. We'll be equal partners." + +"Then I'm afraid we won't get very far." + +"You'll get as far as I will. But I say, what is that under your head, +pard?" + +The question had come at last. The thief trembled, and answered +nervously: + +"It's--it's--I am using it for a pillow," he faltered. + +"Let us see your pillow," said the new arrival suspiciously. + +The thief came to a sudden determination, suggested by necessity. Two +would make a stronger guard than one, and, though this man was not the +one he would have selected, accident had thrown them together, and he +would risk it. + +"Look here, my friend," he said, "it's a great secret." + +"Oh, a secret, is it?" + +"Yes, but I am going to make you my confidant. I am greatly in need of a +friend and partner, and I'll make it worth your while to stand by me. +I'll give you a quarter of--what I have here--if you'll see me safe to +Melbourne." + +"What is it, pard? Out with it, quick!" + +"It's--a nugget, and the biggest one that's been found at Bendigo since +they commenced mining." + +"A nugget! Great Jehoshaphat! Let me see it!" + +The thief drew the bundle--still wrapped in Obed's red bandanna--from +underneath the pallet, while his companion in intense excitement bent +over to catch a glimpse of the treasure. + + + + +CHAPTER XXVII. + +BAFFLED CUPIDITY. + +An expression of surprise and dismay, almost ludicrous, appeared on the +faces of the two adventurers as the contents of the handkerchief were +revealed. + +"Why, it's nothing but a rock!" exclaimed the new-comer, with an oath. + +The thief stared at him in helpless consternation, and was unable to +utter a word. + +"What does all this mean?" asked the new-comer sternly. "If you are +humbugging me, I'll----" and he finished the sentence with an oath. + +"I don't know what it means," answered the thief in a disconsolate tone. +"I'm just as much surprised as you are." + +"Where did you get it? How came you to make such a fool of yourself?" +demanded the new-comer, frowning heavily. + +"You know that Yankee and the two boys who have a claim next to +Pickett's?" + +"Well?" + +"Last night I was coming from the Hut"--that was the local name of the +cabin devoted to gambling purposes--"when I saw them coming from their +claim. The Yankee had this ---- rock tied up in yonder handkerchief. Of +course, I supposed it was a nugget. No one would suppose he was taking +all that pains with a common rock." + +"Go on! Did you follow them?" + +"Yes; that is, I kept them in sight. They entered their cabin, and I +waited, perhaps three-quarters of an hour, till they had time to fall +asleep." + +"Were you near the cabin all the time?" + +"No; I didn't dare to be too near for fear I should be observed. I +wanted the nugget, but I didn't want to run any risk." + +"I have no doubt you were very prudent," said the second, with an +unpleasant sneer. Doubtless he would have done the same, but his +disappointment was so great that he could not resist the temptation of +indulging in this fling at the man who had unintentionally contributed +to it. + +"Of course I was," said the first, with some indignation. "Would you +have had me enter the cabin while they were all awake, and carry it off +under their very eyes? That would be mighty sensible." + +"At any rate, then you would have got the genuine nugget." + +"What do you mean? Do you think there was a nugget?" + +"Of course I do. It's as plain as the nose on your face, and that's +plain enough, in all conscience. They've played a trick on you." + +"What trick?" + +"It appears to me you are mighty stupid, my friend. They hid away the +real nugget, and put this in its place. That Yankee is a good deal +sharper than you are, and he wasn't going to run no risks." + +"Do you believe this?" asked the thief, his jaw falling. + +"There's no doubt of it. They've had a fine laugh at your expense before +this, I'll be bound." + +"Just my luck!" ejaculated the thief dolefully. "After all the pains +I've taken, too." + +"Yes, it is hard lines on a poor industrious man like you!" said the +new-comer cynically. "You're not smart enough to be a successful +thief." + +"I suppose you are," retorted the other resentfully. + +"Yes, I flatter myself I am," returned the other composedly. "When I +take anything, at any rate I have the sense to take something worth +carrying away--not a worthless rock like this. You must have had a fine +time lugging it from the mines." + +"It nearly broke my back," said the thief gloomily. + +"And now you don't know what to do with it? Take my advice, my friend, +and carry it back to the original owner. He may find it handy another +time." + +"I'll be blessed if I do," growled the unhappy thief. + +"I doubt that," said his companion dryly. "However, do as you please. It +don't interest me. I don't think on the whole I will accept your offer +of a partnership. When I take a partner I want a man with some small +supply of brains." + +The first looked at him resentfully. He did not like these taunts, and +would have assaulted him had he dared, but the new-comer was powerfully +built, and evidently an unsafe man to take liberties with. He threw +himself back on the pallet and groaned. + +"Well," said the second after a pause, "when you've got through crying +over spilt milk, will you kindly tell me where I can get something to +eat?" + +"I don't know." + +"Humph! that's short and to the point. It is something I would like very +much to know, for my part. I feel decidedly hungry." + +"I have no appetite," said the luckless thief mournfully. + +"You will have, after a while. Then you can't think of any cabin near by +where we could get a breakfast?" + +"There's Joe's.'" + +"Where's Joe's?" + +"About a mile from here on the road to the camp." + +"Are you acquainted with Joe?" + +"Yes." + +"Is your credit good with him?" + +"I think he would trust me for a breakfast." + +"And me? You can introduce me as a friend of yours." + +"You haven't been talking like a friend of mine," said the first +resentfully. + +"Perhaps not. However, you must make allowances for my natural +disappointment. You led me into it, you know." + +"If it comes to that, I have done you no harm. Even if the nugget wasn't +real, you had no claim to it." + +"You excited my hopes, and that's enough to rile any man--that is, when +disappointment follows. However, there's no use crying over spilt milk. +I have an idea that may lead to something." + +"What is it?" asked the thief with some eagerness. + +"I will tell you--after breakfast. My ideas don't flow freely when I am +hungry. Come, my friend, get up, and lead the way to Joe's. I have an +aching void within, which needs filling up. Your appetite may come +too--after a walk." + +Somehow this man, cool and cynical as he was, impressed his fellow +adventurer, and he rose obediently, and led the way out of the cabin. + +"I wish I knew what was your idea," he said. + +"Well, I don't mind telling you. I believe the Yankee did find a +nugget." + +"Well?" + +"You haven't got it, but you may get it--that is, we may get it." + +"I don't see how. He will be on his guard now." + +"Of course he will. I don't mean that we should repeat the blunder of +last night. You may be sure he won't keep it in his cabin another +night." + +"Then how are we to get it?" + +"Follow him to Melbourne. He'll carry it there, and on the way we can +relieve him of it." + +"There's something in that." + +"We shall be together, and he won't take me in as readily as he did you. +After breakfast, if we are lucky enough to get any, we must go back to +the camp, and find out what we can about his plans. Do you think anyone +saw you last night when you were in the cabin?" + +"No." + +"That is well. Then you won't be suspected. But I can't say a word more +till I have had breakfast." + +After half an hour's walking--it was only half a mile, but the soil was +boggy, rendering locomotion difficult--they reached a humble wayside +cabin, which was in some sort a restaurant, and by dint of diplomacy and +a promise of speedy payment, they secured a meal to which, despite their +disappointment, they did ample justice. + +Breakfast over, they resumed their fatiguing walk, and reached the +mining camp about ten o'clock. + + + + +CHAPTER XXVIII. + +THE NUGGET IN SAFETY. + +Fatigued by their exertions of the previous days and the late hours they +had kept, Obed and the boys rose at a later hour than usual. About eight +o'clock Obed opened his eyes, and noticed that his two young companions +were fast asleep. + +"It's time to get up, boys," he said, giving them a gentle shake. + +The boys opened their eyes, and realized, by the bright sunshine +entering the cabin, that the day was already well advanced. + +"What time is it, Obed?" asked Harry. + +"Past eight o'clock. We shall be late at our work." + +He smiled, and his smile was reflected on the faces of the boys. Their +success of the day before made it a matter of indifference whether they +accomplished a good day's work or not. + +"What are we going to do about the nugget, Obed?" asked Harry. + +"After breakfast we will carry it to the office of the commissioner, and +get his receipt for it." + +"I shall be glad to get it out of our hands," said Jack. + +"If that is the case, Jack, suppose you give your share to me," said +Harry, in joke. + +"I didn't mean to get rid of it in that way," said the young sailor. + +"You would be as ready to give it as I to accept it," said Harry. "No, +Jack, I want you to have your share. I am sure you will have a use for +it." + +After breakfast the three emerged from the cabin, bearing the precious +nugget with them. They did not meet anyone on their way to the office of +the commissioner, for all the miners had gone to their work. This suited +them, for until they had disposed of the nugget, they did not care to +have their good luck made public. + +The royal commissioner was a stout Englishman with a red face and +abundant whiskers of the same color. He chanced to be at the door of the +office as the party appeared. + +"Well, can I do anything for you?" he asked. + +"Yes, sir; you can give us a receipt for this nugget." + +"Nugget!" ejaculated the commissioner, fixing his eyes for the first +time on the burden which Mr. Stackpole carried. "Bless my soul! you +don't mean to say that you have found a nugget of that size!" + +"That's just what we've done," answered Obed. + +"When did you find it?" + +"Well, we took it from the mine about midnight. We found it in the +afternoon, but calculated we'd better take possession when there wasn't +so many lookin' on. I say, Mr. Commissioner, I don't think it would +agree with me to be a rich man. I got broken of my rest last night, from +havin' the nugget in the cabin." + +"You ran very little risk. No one could have found out that you had it +in your possession," remarked the commissioner. + +"That's where you are mistaken, commissioner. We came near being robbed +of it only an hour after we brought it home." + +"Bless my soul! How did that happen?" + +"A pesky thief sneaked in, and carried it off, as he thought." + +"How could he think he carried it off when he did not?" + +Upon this Obed explained the trick to which he had resorted, and the +commissioner laughed heartily. + +"Do you know the man--the thief, I mean?" he asked. + +"Yes, it is, a man that has been prowlin' round the camp for some weeks, +not doin' anything, but watchin' for a chance to appropriate the +property of some lucky miner. I'd like to see the fellow's face when he +opens the handkerchief this morning, and finds the rock." + +"It appears you have lost a handkerchief, at any rate," said the +commissioner, with a smile. + +"He's welcome to it," answered Obed, "if it will comfort him any. I +brought it away from home two years ago, and now I can afford to buy +another." + +By this time the nugget had been carried into the office and exposed to +view. + +"It is a splendid specimen," said the commissioner admiringly. "It is +certainly the largest that has ever been found in this camp." + +"Has any been found before?" asked Harry. + +"Yes; six months ago a Scotch miner, named Lindsay, found one weighing +twenty-two pounds and some ounces." + +"Is he here now?" + +"Yes, and without a shilling." + +"Didn't his nugget benefit him any then?" asked Harry. + +"It became a curse to him. He obtained some thousands of dollars for it, +and all went in three months." + +"How did he get rid of it?" + +"In drinking and gambling. Two months since he drifted back to the camp +in rags. He did not have money enough to buy a claim, but being a good +practical miner he got a chance to work a claim on shares for another +man, who had just come out from Melbourne, and who knew very little of +mining. I hope you will make better use of your money. Are these boys +your partners?" + +"Yes, Mr. Commissioner, they are equal partners. What's one's luck, is +the luck of all." + +Meanwhile the commissioner was weighing the nugget on a pair of scales. +The three awaited the result with great interest. + +"It weighs seventy-four pounds and four ounces," he announced. "My +friend, it will be famous in the annals of Australia. If I am not +mistaken, when it is known it will create a stampede to our mines." + +"About how much do you think it will realize?" asked Obed. + +"At a rough guess, I should say fifteen thousand dollars. It may be more +and it may be less." + +Obed Stackpole's rough face was fairly radiant. + +"I say, boys," he remarked, turning to Harry and Jack, "that's a pretty +good day's work, isn't it?" + +"I should say so, Obed." + +The commissioner made out a receipt, which Obed put away carefully in +his pocket. + +"That's better than carrying the nugget round," he said. + +"I suppose you will go to Melbourne," said the commissioner. + +"Yes, we shall start in a day or two." + +Here Obed paused, for it occurred to him that there were practical +difficulties in the way of carrying out his plan. + +"That is," he added slowly, "if we can raise the money. I suppose we +can't borrow on the nugget?" + +"No, but I can suggest a way out of your difficulties. You can sell your +claim. It will realize a good round sum, as the one from which the +nugget has been taken." + +"That's so, Mr. Commissioner. Thank you for the suggestion. Boys, there +is still some business before us. We'll realize something extra, it +seems. I don't care how much, if it's only enough to take us to +Melbourne." + +Just then a miner entered the office, and seeing the nugget instantly +made it his purpose to report the lucky find throughout the camp. The +effect was instant and electrical. Every miner stopped work, and there +was a rush to the commissioner's office to see the nugget. All were +cheered up. If there was one nugget, there must be more. Confidence was +restored to many who had been desponding. Obed and the two boys were the +heroes of the hour, and the crowd came near lifting them on their +shoulders, and bearing them off in triumph. + +Obed felt that this was a good time to sell the claim. + +"Boys," he said, "we struck it rich and no mistake. How rich I don't +know. There may be other nuggets where this came from. But I and my +partners want to go back to America. The claim's for sale. Who wants +it?" + + + + +CHAPTER XXIX. + +SELLING THE CLAIM. + +"Let's adjourn to the mine," said Tom Lewis, a short, sturdy +Englishman. + +"Yes, let's see the place where the nugget was found," echoed another. + +"All right! I'm agreeable," said Obed. + +Followed by a crowd of miners, Obed Stackpole strode to the claim where +he had "struck it rich." In spite of his homely face and ungainly form +there was more than one who would have been willing to stand in his +shoes, homeliness and all. The day before little notice was taken of +him. Now he was a man who had won fame at a bound. + +They soon stood around the lucky claim. + +"It isn't much to look at, gentlemen," said Obed, "but looks is +deceptive, as my old grandmother used to tell me. 'Handsome is as +handsome does,' and this 'ere hole's done the handsome thing for me and +my partners, and I venture to say it hasn't got through doin' handsome +things. It's made three of us rich, and it's ready to make somebody else +rich. Who'll be the lucky man? Do I hear a bid!" + +"Fifty pounds," said Tom Lewis. + +"That'll do to start on, but it won't do to take. Fifty pounds I am +offered. Who says a hundred?" + +A German miner offered a hundred, and Tom Lewis raised ten pounds. + +A Scotch miner, Aleck Graham, offered a hundred and twenty-five. + +From that time the bids rose slowly. Obed showed himself an excellent +auctioneer--indeed he had had some experience at home--and by his dry +and droll remarks stimulated the bidding when it became dull, and did +not declare the claim sold till it was clear no higher bid could be +obtained. + +"Three hundred pounds, and sold to Frank Scott," he concluded. "Mr. +Scott, I congratulate you. I calculate you've made a pretty good +investment, and I shouldn't wonder if you'd find another nugget within a +week. 'Birds of a feather flock together,' as my writing-book says, and +'it never rains but it pours.'" + +Frank Scott came forward and made arrangements for the payment of the +sum he had offered. Within five minutes he was offered an advance of +twenty-five pounds for his bargain, which put him in good humor, though +he declined it. I may as well say here, since we are soon to bid +farewell to Bendigo, that the claim yielded him double the amount of his +investment, and though this was not up to his expectations, he had no +reason to regret his purchase. + +The little crowd of miners were just separating when two new-comers +appeared on the scene. They were the well-matched pair who had met +earlier in the morning at the deserted cabin. For convenience' sake we +will call them Colson and Ropes, the former being the man who had stolen +the nugget, as he supposed. + +"What's all this crowd?" said Colson in a tone of curiosity. + +Ropes put the question to Tom Lewis, who chanced to be passing. + +"Haven't you heard about the nugget?" asked Lewis. + +"What nugget?" asked Colson innocently. + +"That slab-sided Yankee, Obed Stackpole, found a nugget last night--a +regular monster--and he's been selling his claim. I bid for it, but I +didn't bid high enough." + +"Where's the nugget?" asked Colson eagerly. + +"In charge of the commissioner, who will send it under escort to +Melbourne." + +Colson expected this intelligence. Still he looked downcast. The chance +of getting hold of it under such circumstances seemed very small. + +"What did the claim go for?" questioned Ropes. + +"Three hundred pounds. Frank Scott bought it." + +"That's a pretty steep price." + +"Yes, but there may be another nugget." + +"And there may not." + +"Then he'll be a loser. Of course there's a risk." + +"Is the Yankee going to stay around here?" asked Colson. + +"No; he and the two boys are going to Melbourne. I believe they are +going back to America." + +"It's a shame that such a prize should go to Americans," said Colson, in +a discontented tone. + +He would have been very glad to head a movement for robbing Obed and the +boys of the proceeds of their lucky discovery, on this flimsy ground. +But Tom Lewis was a fair-minded man. + +"I don't see what that has to do with it," said he. "They found it, and +they have a right to it. Of course, I'd rather it had been me; but it +wasn't, and there's an end of it." + +"Some people are born lucky!" grumbled Colson, as Lewis walked away. "I +never had any luck." + +"The nugget you found wasn't quite so valuable," returned Ropes grimly. + +"No; I tugged away for nothing. My arms and shoulders are stiff enough +this morning. And now the nugget is out of our reach." + +"But not the three hundred pounds," said Ropes significantly. + +"The price of the claim?" + +"Yes." + +"That's true, but it won't do us any good." + +"The Yankee will carry that with him. It's worth trying for." + +The suggestion seemed to strike Colson favorably. The two held a +whispered consultation, which seemed to yield mutual satisfaction. They +were, indeed, congenial spirits, and agreed upon one point, that it was +better to make a living by knavery than by doing honest work for honest +wages. Yet there is no harder or more unsatisfactory way of living than +this. Ill-gotten gains seldom benefit the possessor, and the plans of +wicked men often fail altogether. + +Gradually the two had drawn near to the claim, and at last drew the +attention of Obed and the boys. + +Obed's thin face lighted up with satisfaction as he recognized the man +who had attempted to steal the nugget. + +"Good-mornin', squire," he said politely. "You look kind of tired, as if +you was up late last night." + +Colson eyed him sharply. "Does he suspect?" thought he. "Yes," he +answered, in an indifferent tone, "I didn't rest very well." + +"Where did you pass the night?" + +"'Round here," he answered vaguely. + +"You look as if you had been taking a long walk." + +"You are very observing," said Colson, not over pleased. + +"I always was. It pays a man--sometimes." + +"I hear you've struck it rich," said Colson, not caring to take notice +of the other's significant tone. + +"Found a nugget, they tell me," interpolated Ropes. "How big was it?" + +"Weighs about seventy-five pounds!" + +"That is luck!" said Colson, with a sickly smile. He could scarcely help +groaning as he thought of his loss. + +"Well, yes, it is tolerable hefty. I reckon me and the boys will be able +to take it easy for a few years. But we came near losin' it, after +all." + +"How's that?" Colson asked, but he did not venture to meet Obed's +glance. + +"Some skunk saw us bringin' back the nugget, and prowled round till he +thought we was all asleep. Then he got into the cabin and carried it +off. That is, he thought he did, but we was a little too sharp for him. +We tied up a big rock in my handkerchief, and I guess he had a sweet +time carryin' it off." + +"Ha, ha! A good joke!" said Colson, but his laughter was mirthless. + +"I thought you'd enjoy the joke, squire," said Obed. "How I pity the +poor fellow! His arms must ache with luggin' the old rock. The best of +it is we know the fellow that took it." + +"You do?" ejaculated Colson, his jaw dropping. + +"Yes, Harry woke up just in the nick of time and saw him scootin' out of +the cabin. If I should tell the boys 'round here, I reckon they'd lynch +him!" added Obed quietly. + +"Just so," assented Colson, but his face was of a sickly hue, and taking +Ropes by the arm he hurried him away. + +"That fellow's well scared," said Obed, turning to his two young +companions. "I reckon he'll make himself scarce till we're out of the +way." + + + + +CHAPTER XXX. + +THE TWO CONSPIRATORS. + +Obed and the boys made arrangements to travel with the party sent by the +commissioner as an escort to the nugget and other sums intrusted to it +by different miners. The strong guard gave them a sense of security +which they would not have had under other circumstances. + +They were all in high spirits. They were no longer penniless +adventurers, but, though not rich, were possessed of enough gold to make +them feel so. Now that they were well fixed they were all filled with a +strong desire to see their home across the sea. + +"I suppose, Obed, you'll be getting married soon after you reach home?" +said Harry. + +"The very first thing I shall do will be to pay off the mortgage on +dad's farm," said Mr. Stackpole. "I want to see him a free man, with a +home that can't be taken from him. Then I'll look after the other +matter." + +"You are right, Obed. I only wish I had a father to help and care for," +said Harry soberly. + +"I've got a step-father," said Jack, "but I don't feel much like helping +him." + +"You have a mother, Jack." + +"Yes, but I shall have to be careful about giving her money, for her +husband would get it away from her before long." + +"Well, boys, we won't borrow trouble before the time comes. For all I +know Suke Stanwood may have got tired of waitin' for me, and married +some other feller." + +"In that case, Obed, I suppose you would die of a broken heart." + +"Not much, but I don't mind sayin' that I should feel uncommon blue." + +Two days elapsed before Obed and his party started on their return trip. +Meanwhile Colson and Ropes had disappeared. The boys had expected to see +them about the camp, but they had vanished. + +"I wonder what has become of them?" said Harry, just as they were +starting. + +"I reckon they're hatchin' some new mischief, wherever they are," +returned Obed composedly. "You maybe sure they're not engaged in any +honest work." + +"Perhaps Colson is trying to sell his nugget," suggested Jack with a +smile. + +"He's welcome to all he can get for it," said Obed. + +Obed was very near the truth in his conjecture. Their greed was excited +by thoughts of the nugget which our three friends had discovered, and +their brains were busied with plans for obtaining possession of it. The +chances didn't seem very encouraging. It was under strong escort, and it +would be sheer madness for the two to attack an armed party. It would +require a much larger force than they could command to make an attack at +all practicable. + +With no special plans, but with the hope that something would turn up in +their favor, the two men started for Melbourne in advance of the +government party. They were indebted for the requisite funds to a +successful theft by Colson, who was an expert in his line. It is +unnecessary to chronicle their daily progress. We will look in upon them +on the fourth day. + +They were making toilsome progress, over the boggy road, when all at +once they were confronted by three bushrangers headed by Fletcher. + +"Surrender, or you are dead men!" exclaimed Fletcher, with a boldness +which will be easily understood when it is considered that his force +outnumbered the travellers two to one. + +Neither Colson nor Ropes appeared to be frightened. Indeed, they were +looking for such an encounter. + +"All right, gentlemen," said Ropes quietly. "We are quite ready to +surrender." + +"Empty your pockets," was the next order. + +"All right again!" said Ropes. "I am sorry to say we haven't much to +surrender." + +"Is this all you have?" asked Fletcher, frowning when a pound and ten +shillings were delivered to him as their united contributions to the +bushrangers' fund. + +"We haven't a penny more." + +"Search them!" said Fletcher to his followers. + +A search, however, failed to bring to light anything more. + +"Why, you poor tramps!" exclaimed Fletcher in disgust. "You are unworthy +the attention of gentlemen." + +"Perhaps not, captain," answered Colson. "May I have a word with you in +private?" + +Not without suspicion Fletcher granted this unexpected request, and +stepped aside with Colson a few paces, taking care, however, to keep +near enough to his party to insure his safety. + +"Well, what have you to say?" he asked abruptly. + +"I have no money to give you," replied Colson, "but I have information +that will enable you to obtain a great deal." + +"What is your object in telling me this?" demanded Fletcher, still +suspiciously. + +"The fact is, my friend and I want to join with you in the enterprise, +and get a fair share of the booty." + +"Do you wish to join our band, then?" + +"Well, not permanently, but for a little while." + +"Out with the information, then!" + +"Will you agree to our terms?" + +"What are they?" + +"We want half of the prize." + +"You are very modest," said Fletcher in a sarcastic tone. "How much will +it amount to?" + +"Not far from a hundred thousand dollars." + +Fletcher pricked up his ears. This was indeed a prize worth trying for. + +"Give particulars," he said. + +"A big nugget is on the way to Melbourne, or will be in a day or two. It +was found at Bendigo. I don't know how much it will net, but probably +seventy-five thousand dollars. Then there is a considerable amount of +dust besides." + +"Who is to carry it? Is it in the hands of a private party?" + +"No, it is under government escort." + +Fletcher's countenance changed. + +"That is a different matter," he said. "There is danger in attacking a +government party." + +"Think of the big sum at stake." + +"It would require the co-operation of the whole band." + +"Suppose it does." + +"There will be more to divide it among. The captain would not agree for +a moment to give away half." + +"Say a third, then." + +"I am not authorized to make any bargain. That will be for the captain +to decide. You had better tell me all you know about it, and I will lay +it before the captain and secure you the best terms I can on +conditions----" + +"Well?" + +"That you give me quarter of your share." + +"That is unreasonable," said Colson, disappointed. + +"Then go ahead and rob the government train yourself." + +Colson saw that he was helpless, and must submit to any terms proposed. +He accordingly signified his assent. + +"Very well, then," said Fletcher, "you may come with us, and I will +introduce you to the captain. By the way, who found the nugget? You have +not told me that." + +"A Yankee and two boys." + +"What was the Yankee's name?" asked Fletcher eagerly. + +"Stackpole--Obed Stackpole." + +Fletcher whistled. + +"I know the man," he said. "The boys are about sixteen--one a sailor?" + +"Yes." + +"I know them all, and I owe them all a grudge. There is nothing I should +like better than to take all they have and leave them penniless." + +"I don't like them myself," said Colson, thinking this was the way to +curry favor with his new acquaintance. + +"You know them also?" + +"Yes; they have treated me meanly." + +Colson probably referred to their substituting a common rock for the +rich nugget, and so subjecting him to mortification and disappointment. + +Fletcher asked him a few more questions, and then with the new +accessions plunged into the woods, and led his party to the headquarters +of the bushrangers. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXI. + +TAKEN CAPTIVE. + +The new recruits, on being introduced to the captain of the bushrangers, +were subjected to a searching examination by the chief, a suspicion +having arisen in his mind that the two were spies sent out by the +government to lure the outlaws into a trap. He was convinced after a +while that they were acting in good faith, and a conference was called +to decide what should be done in the matter. On this point opinions +differed. The nugget, of course, would be a valuable prize, but it would +be impossible to dispose of it in Melbourne, as the fact of its +discovery would have been published, and any person attempting to sell +it would be instantly arrested. This view was held by Captain Ring +himself. + +"That objection is easily met," said Fletcher. + +"In what way?" + +"One of the band could be sent to America to dispose of it. He could +carry it in his trunk as ordinary luggage." + +"Perhaps you would like to undertake the commission," said Captain +Ring. + +"I should be very willing," said Fletcher eagerly. + +"I don't doubt you would," returned the captain, in a sarcastic tone. +"Who would insure your making over the proceeds to us?" + +"I hope you don't doubt my integrity," said Fletcher, with an air of +virtuous indignation. + +"Perhaps I had better say nothing on that subject, Fletcher. The band +are unwilling to subject you to the temptation--that's all. Many good +men go wrong." + +"You might send someone with me," suggested Fletcher, unwilling to give +up the tempting prospect. + +"We haven't got the nugget yet," answered the captain dryly. + +Colson and Ropes had listened with interest to the discussion. They +began to fear that nothing would be done. They would have been as much +opposed as anyone to trusting Fletcher, as he had not inspired them with +confidence. It takes a rogue to detect a rogue, and they already +suspected his true character. Their hope of revenge on Obed Stackpole +seemed slipping through their fingers. + +"The Yankee and the two boys have a good deal of gold about them," +suggested Colson. "Of course it isn't much, compared with the nugget, +but it is better than nothing." + +"How much has the Yankee?" demanded King. + +"Three hundred pounds at least." + +"That is something, but as he will travel with the government escort, we +should have to attack the whole party." + +"Not necessarily. I have a plan that I think will work." + +"Detail it." + +Colson did so. What it was will appear in due time. + +Meanwhile Obed and the two boys had started on their way to Melbourne. +With a strong military escort they gave themselves up to joyful +anticipations of the bright future that opened before them. They no +longer entertained apprehensions of being waylaid, being secure in the +strength of their party. + +They travelled by easy stages, and at night camped out. A sentry was +always posted, who stood guard while the rest were asleep, for, unlikely +as an attack might be, it was deemed necessary to provide against it. + +Often, however, after supper Obed and the two boys would take a walk +together, in order to talk over their plans without interruption from +others. On the third evening they unwittingly walked a little further +than usual. Harry was the first to notice it. + +"Hadn't we better return, Obed?" he said. "We must be a mile from the +camp." + +"You are right," said Obed. "It would be rather unlucky to meet with the +bushrangers, just as we are gettin' on so well." + +"That's true; we mustn't run any risks." + +They started to return, when Jack, stopping suddenly, said, "I thought I +heard a groan." + +"So did I," said Harry. + +They paused, and the groan was repeated. It appeared to come from a +couple of rods to the left in the recesses of the forest. + +"If there's any poor critter in pain we ought to help him," said Obed, +"come along, boys!" + +It was not difficult to discover the spot from which the groan +proceeded. A man of middle age lay outstretched beneath a tree, with an +expression of pain on his face. + +"What's the matter, my friend?" asked Obed, standing over him. + +"The bushrangers have robbed and beaten me," said the prostrate man +feebly. + +"You don't say so! How long since?" + +"About an hour." + +"Then they must be near by," said Harry. + +"No; they went away as soon as they got my money." + +Meanwhile Jack had been attentively examining the face of the alleged +victim. He quietly beckoned to Harry to move off to a little distance. + +"Well, Jack, what is it?" asked Harry, somewhat surprised. + +"That man is one of the bushrangers. I remember his face very well. It +is one of the gang that captured us." + +Harry was naturally startled. + +"Are you sure of this?" he asked. + +"Yes, I know him as well as I do Obed." + +"Then it is a plot. We must get away if we can. There is danger in +staying here." + +"You are right there, Harry." + +"I will go up and take Obed's place while you call him away." + +Harry advanced to the side of the victim, and said quietly, "Jack wishes +to speak to you a moment, Obed. He thinks we can carry this gentleman +with us, as he has lost all his money." + +"Very well," said Obed, and walked to where Jack was standing. + +Harry scrutinized the man's face, and he too recognized him as one of +the gang--but his face did not betray his suspicions. + +"Were you robbed of much money?" he asked in a sympathizing tone. + +"I had the value of a hundred pounds with me," said the other feebly. + +"I suppose you came from Bendigo like ourselves?" + +"Yes; have you been lucky?" + +"We had some luck, but we are tired of mining, and are going back to +Melbourne. Would you like to have us take you along also?" + +"Yes, if you would be so kind." + +At this moment Obed's voice was heard. + +"Come here, Harry; we'll make a litter to carry our friend there if he +is unable to walk." + +"All right, Obed." + +There might have been something in Obed's voice that betrayed him. At +any rate, the victim, looking up, eyed him keenly, and then, to the +surprise of the boys, gave a sharp whistle. Their suspicions were at +once kindled, and they started to run, but too late. From the underbrush +there sprang out three bushrangers, accompanied by Colson and Ropes, who +covered the boys with their weapons. + +"Halt there!" exclaimed Fletcher in a tone of authority. + +"Oh, it's you, is it?" said Obed with apparent coolness, though his +heart sank within him. + +"Yes, it's I, Mr. Stackpole," returned Fletcher, with a grim smile. "I +hope you're better fixed than when we met last. I hear you've found a +nugget." + +"One of those gentlemen with you can give you information about that," +said Obed, indicating Colson. + +Colson frowned and bit his lip. + +"He has told us about it." + +"Ask him for it, then. He broke into our tent the night we found it and +carried it off." + +"Is this true?" demanded Fletcher, eying Colson suspiciously. + +"No, it's a lie. The nugget is in charge of a mounted escort on the way +to Melbourne." + +"What have you done with _your_ nugget, Colson?" asked Obed. + +Colson did not reply. + +"There's no time to waste here. Stackpole, you and the boys will have to +go with us. Here, you two men, close behind them. We must not let them +escape." + +The party started with the captives in the middle. It was decidedly a +bad outlook for our three friends. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXII. + +OBED IN A TIGHT PLACE. + +It must be confessed that the reflections of Obed and the two boys were +far from pleasant. The cup of happiness had been dashed from their lips +just as they had begun to taste it. Then again it was very mortifying to +watch the exultation of Fletcher and Colson, who had finally triumphed +over them after being successfully baffled. + +"The worst of it is," said Obed to Harry, who was walking alongside of +him, "that them skunks have got the best of it. It's their time to crow +now." + +"That's the way I feel," said Harry soberly. "I believe I would rather +have lost twice as much to anybody else." + +"We haven't lost all, that's a comfort. They will take the money we have +with us, but if ever we escape to Melbourne, there is the nugget money +waiting for us." + +Just then Colson stepped up with a smile on his face. + +"It strikes me I've got about even with you, friend Stackpole," he +said. + +"Don't call me friend, Colson; I don't own any man as friend who acts +like you. So you're a bushranger, are you?" + +"Certainly not," answered Colson, amazed. + +"It looks like it," remarked Obed significantly. + +"I am merely in the company of the bushrangers just at present." + +"Aiding and abetting them in their scheming. That's so, isn't it?" + +"No." + +"You haven't any interest in the plunder, then?" + +Now, one of the bushrangers was within hearing, and Colson didn't +venture to say "No," or it would be virtually giving up his share of the +money taken from Obed and the boys. + +"I don't care to answer any of your questions," he said stiffly. + +"I don't wonder--not a mite, Colson. Still I'd like to ask one." + +"What is it? I don't promise to answer it, though." + +"Didn't you find that nugget rather heavy?" asked Obed slyly. + +Colson didn't answer, but frowned, for the subject was a sore one. + +"How many miles did you carry it, if I may be so bold?" + +"I don't care to discuss the subject." + +"I shouldn't if I were you. It makes me laugh when I think how you must +have looked when you found out it was nothing but common rock." + +"How much does it weigh?" inquired Colson, in a tone of curiosity. + +"Somewhere between fifty and five hundred pounds. Are you thinking of +attacking the guard? I wouldn't if I were you. They are prepared for +gentlemen of your kind. You'd be more likely to carry off lead than +gold." + +"Confound the fellow!" thought Colson. "He looks as if he had the best +of me--I must worry him a little." + +"Do you know that you are in a very ticklish position?" he asked. + +"I can't say it's a position I fancy much. Did you put our friends here +on the track?" + +"Yes, I did," answered Colson in a tone of satisfaction. + +"I thought so. That identifies you with them, Colson. You may find it +used against you in a court of justice." + +"I am no more a bushranger than you are," said Colson uneasily. + +"I would respect you more if you was, Colson. They're open and +aboveboard, anyway. You want to profit by the same means, but sneak out +of it and say you're not a bushranger. It'll be hard to persuade the +courts of that." + +"I have nothing to do with courts." + +"You may have yet. Let me give you a piece of advice." + +"What is it?" demanded Colson suspiciously. + +"Join the band permanently. You're a man after Fletcher's own heart. You +and he will make a good match." + +"Who is that mentioning my name?" asked Fletcher, who happened to be +within hearing. + +"I took that liberty, squire. I've been advisin' Colson here to join +your band." + +"What is that for?" + +"I think it's a business that will suit him. His talents all lie in that +direction. He'll be like a brother to you, Fletcher." + +"What did he say?" + +"He don't like the idea. He seems to feel above you. He says he is only +keepin' company with you for a short time." + +"Is that true?" demanded Fletcher, eying Colson with displeasure. + +"I never said any such thing," said Colson eagerly. "He twists my words. +I have the greatest respect for the bushrangers, whom I regard as +gentlemen." + +"Perhaps that is the reason you don't feel gratified to join them, +Colson?" + +Fletcher laughed at this palpable hit, but Colson looked annoyed. + +"I don't expect to remain in this section of the country long," said +Colson deprecatingly, for he was very much afraid of offending Fletcher. +"Of course I can't form any permanent ties." + +"It might be better for you to leave, Colson. I've an idee that it isn't +good for your health to stay around here very long. You haven't made a +shinin' success so far. Now, as to that nugget which you stole----" + +"Do you mean to insult me? I never took any nugget." + +"That's so. You're right there, Colson. But you thought you had, all the +same. Fortunately, it's where you can't get at it." + +"I have something to say on that point," said Fletcher. "I understand +the nugget is very valuable." + +"I'm glad to hear it. You're a judge. I have an idee of that sort +myself." + +"About how much does it weigh?" + +"About seventy-five pounds. I don't mind gratifying your innocent +curiosity, Fletcher." + +Fletcher's eyes sparkled. + +"It must be very valuable," he said. + +"I reckon it is." + +"At what do you estimate it--twenty thousand dollars?" + +"Not as much as that." + +"It ought to come pretty near it, though." + +Obed did not answer. + +"It's a great prize. You were very lucky." + +"So I thought at the time. I don't feel so certain, now," said Obed +dryly. + +"I think half of it will be enough for you." + +"What do you mean, Fletcher?" + +"I mean that we shall want half of it." + +"How are you going to get it?" + +"We mean to hold you prisoner till half the proceeds are brought in from +Melbourne." + +Obed's countenance fell. He had not thought of this. + +Colson's eyes glistened with pleasure. Till that lucky suggestion was +made he saw no way of securing a share of the great prize. + +"That's a nice scheme, Fletcher," said Obed, regaining his composure. + +"So I think. You and the boys would still have a good sum of money. What +do you say? Shall we make a little friendly arrangement to that effect? +You could give me an order for half the sum realized, and on my securing +it you would be released." + +"I shall have to talk it over with my partners here," returned Obed. +"They're equally interested with me." + +"Better do so now." + +"I won't till evenin', when we have more time." + +Fletcher rode away under the impression that Obed was favorably disposed +to his plan. + +"When I get the money," he said to himself, "I can decide whether to let +the fellow go or not. I don't care for the boys, but I'd like to give +this Yankee a good flogging, he's so confoundedly sarcastic. Plague take +it, the fellow doesn't know when he's down, but talks as if he was on +equal terms with me." + +Meanwhile, though Fletcher did not know it, the train of bushrangers had +steadily advanced to the neighborhood of the place where the government +escort were encamped. + +In fact, he was ignorant that they were so near. But Obed knew it, and +he was watching his opportunity to apprise his friends of his situation. +Harry had noticed the same thing. Lest he should make a premature +revelation, Obed placed his hand to his lips, as a sign of silence. +Harry understood, and seemed indifferent, but his heart was beating fast +with excitement. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +THE TABLES ARE TURNED. + +It was certainly an oversight in Fletcher not to have ascertained the +situation of the government encampment. He was under the impression that +it was in a direction opposite to that in which they were moving, and +this determined his course. He was therefore wholly unconscious of +danger, and tranquil in mind, though his situation was critical. + +Obed was puzzled to know in what manner to get the necessary +intelligence to his comrades. Chance gave him a suggestion. The man next +him wore round his neck a whistle--designed doubtless to use in case of +emergencies. It was of rather peculiar shape. + +"That's an odd whistle you've got there, my friend," he said, "where did +you get it?" + +"In Melbourne," answered the fellow unsuspiciously. + +"I think I've seen one like it in the States. Let me look at it a +minute." + +The bushranger allowed Obed to take it in his hand. + +Suddenly Mr. Stackpole put it to his mouth, and gave a sharp, loud +whistle that awakened the echoes in the forest. + +Like a flash Fletcher turned from his place at the head of the train and +eyed the bushranger with a frown. Obed had dropped the whistle, and was +walking on with an innocent look. + +"What is this foolery, Hogan?" demanded Fletcher sharply. "Don't you +know better than to whistle?" + +"I didn't, lieutenant," answered Hogan. "It was this man here." + +"The Yankee?" + +"Yes." + +"How did he get the whistle?" + +"He asked to look at it." + +"What does this mean, Stackpole?" asked Fletcher angrily. + +"Don't get riled, squire," said Obed imperturbably. "I just wanted to +try it, that's all. I had a whistle once a little like it. When I was +workin' for old Deacon Plummer in New Hampshire----" + +"Confound old Deacon Plummer!" retorted Fletcher impatiently. "Don't you +know I might have you shot for what you've done?" + +"Shot for whistling! Well, that beats all I ever heard of. I say, +squire, your laws are stricter than any I ever came across. I didn't +think I was doin' any harm." + +"I will overlook it this time, but if you take any such liberty again, +I'll have you tied to a tree and whipped." + +"That's better than bein' shot, anyway. I won't do it again, squire. I +aint particularly anxious to get into trouble." + +"These Yankees are about as stupid and presuming as any people I ever +met," Fletcher remarked to the comrade who rode beside him. "That fellow +is a nuisance, but I mean to teach him a lesson before twenty-four hours +are over." + +Obed and the two boys awaited with anxiety the result of the summons. +The camp was but an eighth of a mile away, but hidden by the trees. + +"Will they hear it?" thought Obed. + +It is doubtful whether this would have been the case, but luckily for +our three friends one of the escort--by name Warner--was taking a walk +in the woods, and heard the whistle. His curiosity was excited, and +peering through the trees he saw the bushrangers and their captives. + +He was a man of promptness, and returning to the camp with all +expedition made a report to the officer in command. + +"How many are there in the band?" inquired Captain Forbush. + +Warner reported. + +The captain immediately started, under Warner's guidance, with ten men, +and arranged to intercept the bushrangers. + +The first intimation Fletcher had of his danger was the sudden +appearance of the government soldiers, who broke through the underbrush +and took the astonished bushrangers in the flank. + +"Surrender instantly, or you are dead men!" exclaimed Forbush sternly. + +Fletcher fell back in dismay, and was at first speechless with +consternation. + +"Do you surrender?" repeated the government officer impatiently. + +Fletcher's eye ran over the party that confronted him. They outnumbered +his own forces two to one. He felt that resistance would be useless. + +"We will release our captives if you let us go," he said. + +"So you would make conditions? You are in no condition to do that. We +propose to free your captives, and to take you to our camp." + +"You had better not," said Fletcher, hoping to intimidate the officer. +"Our main band is close at hand, and they will avenge us." + +"I'll take the risk," said Forbush indifferently. "Throw down your +arms!" + +As this order was given with each of the bushrangers covered by the +weapons of his own party, the bushrangers found it prudent to comply. + +"Very well; now follow me." + +First, however, the rifles surrendered by the bushrangers were gathered +up, and in their defenseless condition they were marched to the +government camp. It added to Fletcher's annoyance that the weapons +dropped by his party were picked up and carried by their late captives, +Obed and the two boys. + +"So you're comin' to make us a visit, Fletcher?" said Obed, with an +exasperating smile. "It's just as well as if we had gone home with you. +We shall be together anyway, and I know you value our society." + +"I'd like to strangle you," muttered Fletcher. + +"Thank you, but I don't think I should enjoy it. I've seldom met a +kinder-hearted man, Fletcher, but you have queer ways of showing it." + +Probably the most discomfited members of the party were Colson and +Ropes. All their schemes had miscarried, and they felt that they were in +a genuine scrape. If they could only convince the officers that they +were innocent companions of the bushrangers, they might yet escape. +Accordingly, when they reached the camp Colson advanced to Captain +Forbush and said: "Ahem! captain, my friend Ropes and I wish to express +our thanks to you for your timely rescue, and would like to travel under +your escort to Melbourne." + +"What does the man mean?" asked Forbush, turning to Obed. + +"Suppose you ask him," suggested Obed, with a smile of enjoyment. + +"Like your friends here we were captured, but a little earlier. I +hope--ha, ha!--you don't take us for bushrangers? That would be a great +joke, eh, Ropes?" + +"Just so," answered Ropes. + +"Suppose you ask Fletcher," again suggested Obed. + +"Are these men followers of yours, Mr. Fletcher? They say you captured +them." + +"They did, did they?" returned Fletcher, eying the two men in a manner +by no means friendly. "It is a lie. They came to me and reported that +your party were carrying a nugget to Melbourne, and wanted us to attack +you, and get possession of it. In that case they demanded a share of the +proceeds. The dogs! so they want to get favor at our expense, do they?" + +"Do you know anything about them, Mr. Stackpole?" asked Captain +Forbush. + +"Yes, captain, and I am convinced that my friend Fletcher tells the +exact truth. That skunk there [indicating Colson] tried to steal the +nugget the very night of its discovery, and broke into my cabin for the +purpose. He's a sly, underhand thief, and not to be compared with a bold +bushranger. I respect them for their pluck at any rate." + +"Don't believe him! He's prejudiced against us," whined Colson. + +"Gentlemen," said Captain Forbush, "I will comply with your request and +allow you to travel with me to Melbourne--under guard!" + +Fletcher and the bushrangers looked pleased at this announcement. Their +own prospects were not very bright, but they were glad to find that +Colson and Ropes were to share their fate. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +FAREWELL TO MELBOURNE. + +No further adventures or dangers befell the party on their way to +Melbourne. It was thought possible that Captain Ring, in charge of the +main body of the bushrangers, might attempt a rescue of his companions. +No such attack took place. It might have been that he feared the issue +of the conflict, but it is also possible that he experienced no poignant +regret at the capture of Fletcher, who, he well knew, would have been +glad to succeed him in command. + +At first Fletcher was buoyed up by the hope of a rescue. Then, when that +hope faded out, he sought for an opportunity to escape. In one case he +would have succeeded but for the vigilance of Obed Stackpole. The +latter, awakening suddenly, saw Fletcher, who in some way had got out of +his fetters, stealing quietly away. He sprang to his feet and +intercepted the fugitive. + +"What, Fletcher! you don't mean to say you are goin' to leave us without +sayin' goodby? We can't spare you, really." + +Fletcher tried to shake himself free from the Yankee's detaining grasp. + +"Let me alone, you scarecrow!" he exclaimed fiercely. + +"Thank you for the compliment, Fletcher," said Obed. "I aint so han'some +as you are, that's a fact, but I guess I'm a good deal better." + +As he spoke his grip became stronger, and Fletcher found his efforts to +escape absolutely futile. + +"I should like to choke you," he said fiercely. + +"I've no doubt you would, Fletcher. It would be a nice amusement for +you, but I'm not quite ready for the operation just yet. When I am I'll +let you know." + +"But for you, I would have got away," said Fletcher, in bitter +disappointment. + +"I guess you would. It's lucky I opened my eyes in time. There'd have +been mournin' in this camp if you'd got away, Fletcher. You're wastin' +yourself in the woods. You're fitted to adorn Melbourne society, and it +won't be my fault if you don't arrive there." + +At that moment Captain Forbush awoke. + +"What's happened?" he asked anxiously. + +"One of our friends was takin' French leave, that's all," said Obed. "I +woke just in time to persuade him to stay a little longer." + +"Ha! so Fletcher was trying to escape, was he? I am indebted to you, Mr. +Stackpole, for frustrating his plan. We can't spare him at all events. I +would rather lose any two of his companions." + +"You see, Fletcher, how much we value your society," said Obed. "It was +cruel in you to leave us." + +"You're a fool!" exclaimed Fletcher, darting a look of hate at Obed. + +"You never did appreciate me, Fletcher. All I want is your good." + +Fletcher was secured in such a way that escape was no longer possible. +In due time he and his comrades reached Melbourne as captives, and were +transferred to the civil authorities. It may be well to add here that +they were tried, and sentenced to a prolonged term of imprisonment. +Colson and Ropes fared a little better, their term being only half as +long. They submitted sullenly to their fate, but singularly seemed more +embittered against Obed Stackpole than against any of the officers +through whose hands they passed. Obed would have fared badly had he +fallen unprotected into their hands. + +It was a joyful day for our young hero, as well as his three companions, +when they saw rising before them the roofs and spires of Melbourne. +During the weeks that had elapsed since their departure, they had not +only "roughed it," but they had met with a series of adventures which +were pleasanter to remember than to pass through. Twice they had been +captives, but each time they had been providentially rescued. Harry felt +that God had watched over him, and delivered him from danger and the +schemes of wicked men, and his confidence and trust in an Overruling +Power were stronger than ever. + +It was some days before they secured the money resulting from the +disposal of the nugget. When the matter was finally arranged, they found +themselves in possession of about sixteen thousand dollars. This +included the sum realized from the sale of the mining claim. + +"That gives us about five thousand three hundred dollars apiece," said +Harry, after a brief calculation. + +"I can't believe it," said Jack, who really seemed bewildered by his +good fortune. "Why, it's wonderful!" + +"So it is, Jack. I dare say you are the richest young sailor of your age +in the world." + +"I don't know about that, but I feel as rich as a Vanderbilt." + +"When does the next steamer start, Obed?" + +"In four days. Can you be ready in that time?" + +"I would get ready to start to-morrow if necessary." + +"So would I. Melbourne is a nice city, but I'd rather be on dad's farm, +eatin' supper in the old kitchen, than in the best hotel here." + +"After all, there's no place like home, Obed." + +"That's a fact, but perhaps Jack doesn't feel so." + +"My home isn't what it was once," said Jack soberly. "If mother hadn't +married again it would have been different, but I never can like or +respect my step-father." + +"There's one place you ought to visit before you start for home, Harry," +suggested Obed. + +"I mean to see the city pretty thoroughly before I go, as I don't +imagine I shall ever come this way again." + +"That's all right, but it isn't what I mean." + +"What then?" + +"Do you remember the old gentleman you saved from a ruffian the night +before you started for the mines?" + +"Mr. Woolson, yes." + +"You ought to call, you and Jack." + +"I'll go this morning. Will you come too, Jack?" + +"I'll go with you anywhere, Harry," said the young sailor, whose +affection and admiration for Harry were very strong. + +About ten o'clock the boys entered the office of Mr. Woolson. It was +situated in one of the handsomest blocks in Little Collins Street, and +they learned that he was a wholesale merchant and importer. + +"Is Mr. Woolson in?" Harry asked of a clerk. + +"He is in the inner office. Have you business with him?" + +"Yes." + +Admitted into the inner office, the boys saw the old gentleman seated at +a large desk with a pile of papers and letters before him. They were by +no means certain that he would recognize them, but he did so instantly. + +"I am glad to see you, my young friends," he said, rising and shaking +hands with them. "I have thought of you often, and of the great service +you did me. Have you just returned from the mines?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"I hope you have had good luck." + +"Wonderful luck. Jack and I are worth over five thousand dollars +apiece." + +"Bless my soul! Why it only seems a week since you went away." + +"It is nearly three months, and seems longer to us, for we have passed +through a great deal." + +"I shall be glad to hear a full account, but I have not time in business +hours. Will you do me the favor to dine with me at my house to-night and +spend the evening?" + +"With pleasure, sir." + +"Then I shall expect you. The hour is six o'clock sharp." + +The boys met the engagement, and passed the time most agreeably. Jack +felt a little bashful, for Mr. Woolson lived in fine style, and Jack was +not used to an elegant house or table. + +When the cloth was removed, Mr. Woolson asked the boys their plans. + +"We intend to sail for New York next Saturday," said Harry. "That is as +far as we have got." + +"If you were willing to stay in Melbourne, I would give you a place in +my counting-room." + +"Thank you, sir, but I prefer to live in America." + +"Then I will give you a letter to my nephew and business correspondent +in New York. He will further any business views you may have." + +"Thank you, sir." + +"And I will do the same for your friend, if he desires." + +"Thank you, sir," said Jack, "but I mean to keep on as a sailor; I hope +some day to be a captain." + +"I will give you a place on one of our ships, and you shall be promoted +as rapidly as you are qualified to rise." + +Jack looked gratified, for he knew the value of so powerful a friend. + +Late in the evening the boys took leave of the hospitable merchant, and +three days afterward they embarked for New York. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXV. + +SOME OLD ACQUAINTANCES. + +We will now return to America, and for the benefit of those readers who +are not familiar with Harry's early adventures, as narrated in the story +of "Facing the World," I will give a brief account of his story before +setting out on the voyage to Australia. + +Left an orphan, with a scanty patrimony amounting to three hundred +dollars, Harry left it all in the hands of his father's friend, Mr. +Benjamin Howard of Ferguson, and set out, not in quest of a fortune, but +of a livelihood. He had been recommended by his father to seek a cousin +of his, John Fox of Colebrook, and place himself under his guardianship. +He visited Mr. Fox, but found him so mean and grasping that he left him +after a brief stay, preparing to face the world without assistance. Mr. +Fox, who had two children, Joel and Sally, was greatly disappointed, as +he bad hoped to get control of the boy's slender property, and convert +it to his own use. He pursued Harry, but was unable to overtake and +capture him. + +Months passed, and John Fox heard nothing of his wandering relative. + +One day, however, he came home triumphant. + +"Well, Maria," he said, addressing his wife, "I've heard of Harry +Vane." + +"You don't say!" ejaculated Joel, his face screwed up into an expression +of curiosity. "What did you hear? Where is he?" + +"Joel," answered his father, with an attempt at solemnity, "the +judgments of the Lord have fallen upon your unhappy cousin." + +"What do you mean, Mr. Fox?" asked his wife, showing curiosity in turn. + +"I mean that he is lying dead at the bottom of the sea." + +"Don't be so tantalizing, Mr. Fox. If you know anything about the boy, +out with it!" + +When Mrs. Fox spoke in this tone her husband knew that she would not +stand any nonsense. So he answered without delay. "Soon after he left +our happy home, Maria, he shipped on board the _Nantucket_, as a common +sailor, I presume, and the ship was lost off in the Southern Ocean with +all on board." + +"How awful, pa," said Sally, who alone of all the family had felt kindly +toward Harry, "and he was so good-looking, too!" + +"He wasn't a bit better looking than Joel," said her mother sharply. + +"Oh, ma!" + +"It's true. I never could see any good looks in him, and it doesn't +become you, miss, to go against your own brother. How did you find it +out, Mr. Fox?" + +"I came across an old copy of the _New York Herald_, giving an account +of the disaster, and mentioning Harry Vane as one of the passengers. Of +course it's a mistake, for he must have been one of the common +sailors." + +"Well, I reckon there's no call for us to put on mourning," said Mrs. +Fox. + +"I don't know about that. It might look better." + +"What do we care about Harry Vane?" + +"My dear, he left property," said Mr. Fox significantly. "There's three +hundred dollars in the hands of that man in Ferguson, besides the money +he got for saving the train, as much as two hundred dollars. As we are +his only relatives, that money ought to come to us by rights." + +"That's so, husband. On the whole, I'll put a black ribbon on my +bonnet." + +"And I'll wear a black necktie," said Joel. "How much of the money am I +to have?" + +"Wait till we get it," said his father shortly. + +"What steps do you propose to take in this matter, Mr. Fox?" queried his +wife. + +"I'm going to Ferguson to-morrow, to see Mr. Benjamin Howard. Of course +he won't want to give up the money, but I'll show him I mean business, +and am not to be trifled with." + +"That's right, pa," said Joel approvingly. + +"Five hundred dollars will give us quite a lift," said Mrs. Fox +thoughtfully. + +"So it will, so it will, my dear. Of course, I'm sorry to hear of the +poor boy's death, but I shall insist upon my rights, all the same." + +Mrs. Fox warmly approved of her husband's determination, being quite as +mean and money-loving as he. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXVI. + +A HEART-BROKEN RELATIVE. + +Late in the afternoon, John Fox knocked at the door of Benjamin Howard, +in the town of Ferguson. It was a hundred miles distant from Colebrook, +his own residence, and he grudged the three dollars he had spent for +railroad fare; still he thought that the stake was worth playing for. + +"I am John Fox of Colebrook," he said, when Mr. Howard entered the room. +"You may have heard of me." + +"I have," answered Mr. Howard, slightly smiling. + +"I am the only living relative of Harry Vane, that is, I and my +family." + +"I have heard Harry speak of you," said Mr. Howard, non-committally. + +"Yes, poor boy! I wish he were alive;" and Mr. Fox drew out a red +bandanna handkerchief and covered his eyes, in which there were no +tears. + +"What do you mean?" asked Mr. Howard, startled. + +"Then you haven't heard?" + +"Heard--what?" + +"That he sailed in the ship _Nantucket_, which was lost, with all on +board, in the Southern Ocean?" + +It so happened that Mr. Howard had received a letter from Harry after +his arrival in Australia, and so knew that Harry was not lost. For a +moment he thought Mr. Fox might have later information, but saw that it +was not so. He decided to draw Mr. Fox on, and ascertain his object in +calling. + +"I hope that this is not so," he said gravely. + +"There is not a doubt of it," answered Fox. "There's an account of the +loss of the vessel in the _New York Herald._ I cut it out, and have it +in my pocket-book. Would you like to see it?" + +"If you please." + +Mr. Fox produced the scrap, and asked triumphantly, "Doesn't that settle +it?" + +"Suppose that it does, what then?" + +"What then? It follows that Harry's money comes to me and my family, as +the only surviving relatives. You've got money of his, the boy told +me." + +"Yes." + +"About how much?" + +"About three hundred dollars." + +"So I thought. That money ought to be handed over to me." + +"I don't see that, Mr. Fox." + +"You don't see that?" interrogated Fox sharply. "Do you mean to keep it +yourself?" + +"Not for my own use; I am not that kind of a man, Mr. Fox. But I have no +authority to hand the money over in the unceremonious way you expect." + +"Why not? Isn't the boy dead?" + +"I have no proof of it." + +"What better proof do you want than the _New York Herald?_" + +"The account in the _Herald_ may contain errors." + +"Perhaps you think the boy could swim to shore a few hundred miles," +suggested John Fox with sarcasm. + +"No, I don't think that likely." + +"Then what possible chance had he to escape?" + +"He might have been rescued by a passing vessel." + +"Look here, Mr. Howard," said Fox indignantly, "you don't mean what you +say. You evidently mean to keep that money from the lawful claimants. I +am not much surprised. I expected it. But I can tell you here and now +that John Fox isn't a man to be cheated and imposed upon. I mean to have +my rights." + +"Are you aware, Mr. Fox, that your language is offensive and +insulting?" + +"I don't care. I came here for justice. That money ought not to be in +your hands, who are no kith nor kin to Harry Vane. It ought to go to me, +and I mean to sue you for it." + +"Mr. Fox, I propose to obey the law, but it appears to me that you are +taking it for granted that Harry Vane is dead without sufficient +proof." + +"What more proof do you want than this paragraph? The fact is, you don't +want to believe it." + +"No!" answered Mr. Howard in a tone of emotion, "I don't want to believe +that poor Harry is dead." + +"Nor I," said John Fox. "If the boy hadn't been foolish and left my +happy home, he'd have been alive to-day. But we can't alter facts. He's +dead, and all our grief won't bring him back." + +Benjamin Howard looked at the man curiously. "His grief doesn't seem to +be very profound," he thought. "I will test him." + +"Even if I were convinced that poor Harry was dead," he said, "I should +not deliver up the money till you had established a legal claim to it." + +"So you mean to put all possible obstacles in my way," said John Fox, +provoked. "I thought so. But, Mr. Howard, let me tell you that you can't +rob the orphan." + +"Meaning yourself?" + +"No, I mean the dead boy--that is the orphan's estate--without settling +with _me._ I am a man of influence, I'd have you know, and I'll put the +matter in the hands of the lawyer right off." + +"It might be well, first, to listen to what I have to say." + +"Aha! he's scared!" thought John Fox. + +"I'm ready to hear what you've got to say," he answered, "but it won't +influence me a particle." + +"I think it will. Harry Vane is alive!" + +"What!" ejaculated John Fox, his face expressing his dismay. "It's a +lie. I don't believe it." + +"Georgie," said Mr. Howard to his little son, who just then entered the +room, "go to my desk and bring me Harry Vane's letter." + +This was done at once, John Fox meanwhile sitting in painful suspense. + +"This letter," said Mr. Howard, taking it in his hand, "was posted, as +you see, at Melbourne, Australia. Harry was shipwrecked on an island, +from which he finally escaped, and was carried to Melbourne. He writes +me that he has gone to the mines, and is hoping to find some gold +there." + +"Is this true?" asked Fox in a hollow voice. + +"I will read you the letter, and show you the signature." + +"I think it's a forgery." + +"No chance of that. I know Harry Vane's handwriting well. But you don't +look well, Mr. Fox. I thought you would be pleased to hear that Harry +had escaped from the perils of shipwreck and is alive." + +John Fox did not reply, but after examining the letter he rose with a +rueful countenance, and departed unceremoniously, a badly disappointed +man. + +"It'll cost me three dollars to get back," he groaned, "and I shall have +to stop at a hotel, for there is no train till to-morrow. 'Most ten +dollars gone altogether--just thrown away! I'm a very unlucky man." + +The news he carried home brought grief to Mrs. Fox and Joel. Only Sally +seemed glad that Harry was still living. For so expressing herself she +was severely rebuked by her mother. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXVII. + +HOME AGAIN. + +It was a bright, beautiful morning when our three friends landed in New +York. Their voyage had been a favorable one, and they had made some +pleasant acquaintances, but they were overjoyed to tread once more the +familiar streets and see the familiar sights of the American +metropolis. + +They registered at a quiet hotel on the European system, intending to +remain in the city a few days. They sought out a prominent broker and +asked his advice about the investment of their money. He received them +in a friendly manner, and gave them the best advice in his power. Each +reserved three hundred dollars for present use. + +It was a novelty to all of them to be free from anxiety on the score of +money, and it may well be believed that all enjoyed the feeling. + +The second morning, as they were walking down Broadway, their eyes fell +upon a familiar figure. Directly in front of them they beheld a slender +young man, dressed in the extreme of fashion, swinging a light cane. As +he walked along it was easy to see that he was on the most comfortable +and agreeable terms with himself, and firmly persuaded that he was an +object of general admiration. + +"Montgomery Clinton!" exclaimed Harry and Jack simultaneously. + +"You don't mean to say you know that critter!" said Obed, eying Mr. +Clinton with evident curiosity. + +"Yes, he was one of the _Nantucket_ passengers, and shipwrecked with +us," said Harry. "He did not remain in Australia, but took a return +vessel at once." + +"That was lucky. A critter like that wouldn't be of much account at the +mines." + +"Stop! I am going to speak to him." + +Harry quickened his step, and touched Mr. Clinton on the shoulder. + +Clinton turned languidly, but when he saw who it was his face expressed +undisguised pleasure. + +"Mr. Vane!" he exclaimed. "I'm awfully glad to see you, don't you +know?" + +"You haven't forgotten my friend Jack, I hope," said Harry, indicating +the young sailor. + +"I am glad to see him, too," said Mr. Clinton, with modified pleasure, +offering two fingers for Jack to shake, for he had not forgotten that +Jack had been a sailor. + +"When did you come from Australia?" asked Clinton. + +"We only arrived day before yesterday." + +"And what luck did you have at the mines?" + +"We struck it rich. We are all capitalists, Jack and all." + +"You don't say so! I wish I had gone with you, really now." + +"I don't think you'd have liked it, Mr. Clinton. We had a hard time. We +had to wade through mud and mire, and sleep on the ground, and twice we +were captured by bushrangers. They wanted Jack and myself to join the +band." + +"You don't say so--really?" + +"They might have made you a bushranger, Mr. Clinton, if they had caught +you." + +"I never would consent, never!" said Mr. Clinton, with emphasis. + +Jack smiled at the idea of the elegant Mr. Clinton being transformed +into an outlaw and bushranger. + +"I am awfully glad I did not go with you," he said, shuddering. + +"Let me make you acquainted with my friend, Mr. Obed Stackpole, Mr. +Clinton," said Harry. "He was with us in all our trials and dangers." + +Montgomery Clinton surveyed Obed with evident curiosity. The long gaunt +figure of the Yankee was clad in a loose rough suit which was too large +for him, and Clinton shuddered at the barbarous way in which he was +attired. + +"Glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Stickpole," he said politely. + +"_Stack_pole, if it's all the same to you, friend Clinton," corrected +Obed. "Glad to see any friend of Harry's and Jack's. You look as if you +had just come out of a bandbox." + +"Ob, thank you," said the gratified dude. "You're awfully kind. My +friends think I have a little taste in dress." + +"My friends never paid me that compliment," said Obed. "Say, how do you +like my fit out?" + +"I--I don't think they have very good tailors in Australia," said +Clinton hesitatingly. + +"Have you as many pairs of trousers as ever, Mr. Clinton?" asked Harry. + +"I have only nineteen, Mr. Vane, but I shall order some more soon." + +"Nineteen pairs of breeches!" ejaculated Obed in amazement. "What in the +name of Jehoshaphat do you want of so many?" + +"Well, I don't want to have people get used to seeing me in the same +trousers, don't you know, so every day I wear a different pair." + +"It must cost a mint of money to buy so many clothes." + +"Oh, I have accounts with four or five tailors. They're willing to wait, +don't you know. They appreciate a gentleman's custom." + +"How long do they wait?" asked Harry. + +"I'm owing some two years. There's lots of fellows make them wait as +long." + +"That aint my way," said Obed. "I pay cash. Don't they make a fuss?" + +"Oh, they send in their bills, but I don't take any notice of them," +said Clinton languidly. + +"Then, young man," said Obed, "let me advise you to pay your bills, and +get back your self-respect. I'd go six months with only a single pair of +breeches, sooner than cheat a tailor out of a new pair." + +"I never wear breeches," drawled Clinton, with a shudder. "I don't know +what they are. Mr. Vane, those trousers you have on are very unbecoming. +Let me introduce you to my tailor. He'll fit you out in fashionable +style." + +"Thank you. I believe I do need a new pair." + +"Will he fit me, too?" asked Obed. + +"He don't make--breeches!" said Clinton disdainfully. + +"A good hit, by Jehoshaphat!" exclaimed Obed, slapping Clinton on the +back with such emphasis that he was nearly upset. + +"Don't hit quite so hard," said the dude ruefully. "You nearly upset me, +don't you know?" + +"I know it now. The fact is, friend Clinton, you ought to be shut up in +a glass case, and put on exhibition in a dime museum." + +"How awfully horrid!" protested Clinton. + +"You're more fit for ornament than use." + +"You're awfully sarcastic, Mr. Stackpole, don't you know?" said Clinton, +edging off cautiously. "I must bid you good-morning, Mr. Vane, as I have +to buy a new neck tie. I will go to the tailor's any day." + +"What was such a critter made for, anyway?" queried Obed, when Clinton +was out of hearing. "He looks for all the world like a tailor's dummy." + + + + +CHAPTER XXXVIII. + +THE BOYS SECURE POSITIONS. + +Before leaving New York, Harry Vane decided to call upon the nephew to +whom Mr. Woolson of Melbourne had given him a letter of introduction. +Upon inquiry, he found that John Woolson & Co. (the style of the firm) +were large importers in the lower part of the city. + +Accompanied by Jack, he called one morning. Mr. John Woolson, a +courteous gentleman, about forty years of age, received him with +politeness, which changed to cordiality when he had read his uncle's +letter. + +"My uncle writes here that you two young gentlemen recently rendered him +an important service." + +"We were fortunate enough to save him from being robbed," said Harry +modestly. + +"And maltreated, also, I presume," said the nephew. "When did you arrive +in New York?" + +"Last Thursday, sir." + +"Did you leave my uncle well?" + +"He looked in excellent health." + +"How long do you remain in the city? What are your plans?" + +"We think of leaving to-morrow. We wish to see friends from whom we have +long been parted." + +"My uncle wishes me to offer you a position in my establishment, Mr. +Vane. If that will meet your views, I shall be happy to receive you." + +"I should like nothing better, sir," replied Harry, his eyes sparkling. + +"Will fifteen dollars a week satisfy you to begin with?" + +"But, sir, I can't hope to earn as much as that." + +"Well perhaps not, just at first," said the merchant, smiling; "but if +your looks don't belie you, it will not be long before your services +will be worth that sum. At any rate I am ready to pay it." + +"Thank you, sir," said Harry gratefully. "When would you wish me to +commence?" + +"When you please. You had better take a vacation of a month to visit +your friends. Then come to the city, and enter my employment." + +Harry renewed his thanks, and Mr. Woolson turned to Jack. + +"Yon have been trained as a sailor, I believe," he said. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Do you wish to follow the sea?" + +"Yes, sir," answered Jack promptly. "I love the sea." + +"Then I will find you a good position on one of my ships, commend you +specially to the captain as a young friend of mine, and promote you as +fast as your progress in seamanship will warrant my doing so." + +Now it was Jack's turn to look jubilant, for nothing could have suited +him better. + +"You too will want a vacation. Take as long as you like, and then come +to me. By the way, I don't know how you are situated as regards money. +If either of you desires an advance, I shall be glad to accommodate +you." + +"We met with good luck at the mines," said Harry, "and are both well +supplied with money. We thank you, however, for your kind offer." + +The boys left the office in high spirits. + +"I don't see but our prospects are bright, Jack," said Harry. + +"I didn't think so when we were on the island," said Jack, "or when we +were captives among the bushrangers." + +"No; we have certainly seen some hard times. Let us hope that we have +had our share, and may look forward now to happier days." + +Now that their future was arranged, the boys were in a hurry to leave +the city and visit their friends. Obed sympathized with them. + +"Boys," said he, "I'm gettin' kinder homesick. There's an old man and a +girl I want to see, and tell 'em of my good luck." + +"Your father and----" + +"Suke Stanwood. Suke has been waitin' for me five years, and there aint +no need of waitin' any longer. If all goes well she'll be Mrs. Obed +Stackpole within a month." + +"She may not be able to get her wedding things so soon, Obed." + +"She don't need any wedding things. Any dress'll do to be married in." + +"You will send us some cards and cake, I hope, Obed." + +"Better'n that: I'll send you an invite to the weddin'." + +"Then it'll have to come soon, Obed. I shall be gone to the city, and +Jack to sea within a month." + +"Then we'll hurry it up. It'll give me a good excuse. But there's one +thing I'm going to do before I get married." + +"What is that?" + +"Pay off the mortgage on dad's farm. It's only a thousand dollars, but +dad couldn't lift it if he lived to a hundred." + +"And what are you going to do, Obed?" + +"There's a farm alongside I can buy for twenty-five hundred dollars, +with a comfortable house thrown in. I can buy it, and have more than +enough money left to furnish the house and stock the farm." + +"I wish you happiness, Obed; but don't you think you'll ever pine to be +back in Australia?" + +"I may hanker after a sight of Fletcher and his two cronies, Colson and +Ropes," returned Obed with dry humor, "but we can't have everything in +this world, and I'll try to rub along with the blessings I have." + +Let me add here that Obed carried out his programme. He paid the +mortgage, bought the farm, and in less than three weeks he was a married +man. Harry and Jack were at the wedding, and received great attention +from all Obed's friends. To the inhabitants of the little village it +seemed wonderful that boys so young should have traveled so far, and +passed through such varied experiences. + +"I expect an invite to each of your weddings, boys," said Obed, as they +were on the point of leaving him. "One good turn deserves another." + +"You will have to exercise a little patience, Obed," said Harry, +smiling. + +"Don't wait as long as I did," said Obed. "I got to be a cranky old +bachelor before I hitched horses." + +"Mrs. Stackpole will soon cure you of that," said Harry, with a smile. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXIX. + +CONCLUSION. + +When Harry had completed his business in New York, he took the train at +once to his native village. His arrival made quite a sensation. Not only +Mr. Howard, his father's friend, received him with joy, but there were +many other friends besides who rejoiced in his good fortune. + +"You have been very fortunate, Harry," said Mr. Howard. "You tell me +that you have about five thousand dollars?" + +"Yes, sir, and it makes me feel rich." + +"Besides the two thousand dollars I have in charge for you." + +"Two thousand dollars!" ejaculated Harry in amazement. "You mean three +hundred, Mr. Howard." + +"No, I mean what I say," replied his friend, with a smile. + +"But I don't understand----" + +"Don't you remember the fifty shares of mining stock you placed in my +hands?" + +"Yes, they were given me by my father. I thought them worthless." + +"A month ago I learned the contrary. I took the liberty, without +consulting you, as you were absent, to sell them. They realized +seventeen hundred dollars net, thus carrying up the amount in my hands +to two thousand dollars." + +"Is it possible that I am worth seven thousand dollars? It seems +wonderful!" + +"But the best of it is that it is true. Then was there not a sum of +money which you received for saving a railroad train?" + +"Yes, I have used part of it, but one hundred and fifty dollars remain. +It is in the hands of a Mr. Conway, president of the road." + +"Then it appears to me, Harry, taken in connection with your offer of +employment in New York, you are in a very enviable position. How old are +you?" + +"I shall soon be seventeen." + +"Then you are beginning the world young. Continue to deserve good +fortune, and you are likely to prosper." + +Before returning to New York Harry felt inclined to visit his would-be +guardian, John Fox, whose treatment of him has been recorded at length +in "Facing the World." + +He took the train, as before, to Bolton, and thence went by stage to +Colebrook. He walked to the Fox mansion, and going up to the front door +knocked. + +The door was opened by Mrs. Fox herself. She did not immediately +recognize Harry in his handsome suit, with a gold chain crossing his +vest, attached, it may be added, to a handsome gold watch, which he had +bought in New York. + +"What is your business, young man?" she asked. + +"Don't you remember me, Mrs. Fox?" asked Harry. + +"Land's sake! It aint Harry Vane!" she exclaimed in wonder. + +"Yes, it is," answered Harry, smiling. "I hope Mr. Fox and Joel are +well." + +"Come in, and I'll call Joel. You've been doing well, aint you?" she +asked, surveying him with eager curiosity. + +"I have been very fortunate indeed." + +"I thought you was drowned--wrecked on a ship or something." + +"If I was, I have come to life again." + +"Well, well, it's strange. I'll call Joel." + +Joel, who was at the barn, soon entered. + +He, too, surveyed Harry curiously. + +"How d'y' do?" he said. "I never expected to set eyes on you again. Is +that a gold watch you have?" + +"Yes, Joel." + +"Let me see it. How much did it cost?" + +"A hundred dollars, besides the chain." + +"Gosh! Aint that a sight of money! Did you spend all your money on it?" + +"No, I bought a chain too." + +"To my mind you was very foolish to spend all your hard earnin's that +way! There's no fool like a young fool," said Mrs. Fox severely. + +"But, Mrs. Fox, I have some money left." + +"How much?" asked Joel eagerly. + +"Seven thousand dollars." + +"Gosh all Jerusalem! you aint yarnin', be you? Seven thousand dollars!" + +"Who's talkin' of seven thousand dollars?" asked a familiar voice, as +Mr. Fox entered the room. + +"Harry Vane says he's worth seven thousand dollars!" exclaimed Joel in a +tone made up of amazement, jealousy, and wonder. + +"Is that true?" asked John Fox in equal amazement. + +"Yes, Mr. Fox." + +"But how on 'arth----" + +Then Harry gave a full explanation, with which I don't propose to +trouble the reader, as it would be a twice-told tale. + +"Some folks seem born to luck!" said Mr. Fox furiously, when Harry had +completed his story. "Joel may work and toil all his life, and he won't +get no seven thousand dollars. It seems hard!" + +John Fox had been much impressed by Harry's luck, and his avaricious +soul was busying itself with some scheme for turning it to his personal +advantage. + +"I'm glad you've been so lucky, Harry," he said with affected +cordiality. "It beats all, I must say. I've no doubt you are ready now +to carry out your dear father's dyin' wish." + +"What was that, Mr. Fox?" + +"He wanted me to be your guardeen. It stands to reason a boy of sixteen +aint to be trusted with so much money. Now I'm an experienced man of +business, and I'm willin' to be your guardeen, and I won't charge you a +cent for takin' care of your property except board money." + +"Thank you, Mr. Fox," said Harry, with an amused smile, "but I am +offered a place in New York at fifteen dollars a week, and I have +friends who will advise me about the investment of my money." + +"Fifteen dollars a week!" repeated Mr. Fox dolefully. "Can't you get a +place for Joel in the same store?" + +"If I can find Joel a satisfactory place in the city I will do so," said +Harry, "but I ought to say that my employer only pays me high wages out +of favor." + +"I'll take ten," said Joel eagerly. "You know you and me was always +friends, Harry." + +"Joel always liked you," said politic Mr. Fox. + +Harry knew better, but he was on good terms with the world, and he did +not dispute this statement. + +"I'll do what I can," he said. "Meanwhile, Mr. Fox, I should like to +make Joel and his sister a small present." + +He gave them each a ten-dollar bill, which made Joel's eyes sparkle with +joy. + +Mr. Fox renewed his suggestion that Harry select him as a "guardeen," +but Harry politely but firmly declined to entertain the proposal. +Nevertheless, when he left the house, he was warmly urged to come again +and often. He understood the reason of the cordiality, and knew very +well that if he had come back poor his reception would have been very +different. + +Before going back to New York he made a visit of a couple of days to his +old friend and employer, Professor Hemmenway, the prestidigitateur, who +was delighted with the success of his young friend. He offered Harry a +new engagement, but of course it was declined. + +In New York he met Jack, and inquired how he had fared. + +"I found my step-father dying," answered Jack. "In fact he drank himself +to death after wasting all mother's property. But I have bought her a +small house, and insured her an income sufficient to keep her +comfortable. The last will require some of my principal, but I shall be +earning good wages, and can make it up when I return home." + +"When do you sail, Jack?" + +"Next week, on one of Mr. Woolson's ships. I am to go to China." + +"I hope you'll steer clear of the island we were wrecked on, Jack." + +"I never want to see it again, Harry; still it brought us luck." + +"I shall be sorry to part with you, Jack. I wish you could be content to +stay in New York." + +"No, Harry, I can't give up the sea yet. It is my great ambition to +command a ship myself some time." + +"I think you will accomplish it, Jack, for you stand well with the +owners." + +Five years have passed. Harry and Jack are each twenty-one. Harry +occupies a confidential position with the firm, and is likely to be a +partner before he is much older. Jack is first mate, and will be a +captain before he is twenty-five. His mother is living, and happy in his +success, and enjoying the comfortable home he has provided for her. + +Harry obtained a position for Joel in the city, but he proved +unsatisfactory to his employer and was soon discharged. Another +situation he held as brief a time. At last he was obliged to go home and +assist his father, who treats him almost as penuriously as he would have +done Harry. Joel is dissatisfied and unhappy, and his mother thinks he +was born to bad luck, but those who know Joel think his want of success +springs from a different source. Harry and Jack obtained success because +they deserved it. If Joel were more like them he too might succeed. And +I am sorry to say he is looking forward impatiently to the time when he +shall inherit his father's property. It is very wrong, but perhaps Mr. +Fox himself is partly to blame. + +Whenever Jack comes home from a voyage he calls upon Harry, and together +they talk over their adventures in a New World. Sometimes Obed Stackpole +calls also. He has two boys, whom he has named respectively Harry and +Jack in honor of his two companions in Australia. + + + + +THE END. + + + + + + +THE + +FAMOUS + +CASTLEMON + +BOOKS. + +BY + +HARRY + +CASTLEMON. + +Illustration: Specimen Cover of the Gunboat Series. + +No author of the present day has become a greater favorite with boys +than "Harry Castlemon;" every book by him is sure to meet with hearty +reception by young readers generally. 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